"Helper!"
Silence washed over the warehouse like a tidal wave, and the players exchanged shocked looks like they couldn't believe it.
"…How?"
Randell asked with his eyes round in shock, and then he narrowed his gaze and asked angrily.
"Who told you that I am Helper?"
"Nobody."
Fang Raon said.
"Lies!"
BANG!
Randell slammed his hand on the table, cracking it in half with a surprising strength, and he stood up abruptly from his chair.
"It would be impossible for you to guess my correct class otherwise. You cannot read my mind, now can you?"
"…I just narrowed the classes down. Mage, Warrior, Tank, and Ranger—none of them would've worked for you.
"There was only Assassin and Helper, but I felt like you were giving the Assassin answer on a silver plate.
"It was what you wanted me to guess, right? It seemed too… obvious, so it must've been Helper. Your hint is what gave it away, so thank you."
Fang Raon said with a smile.
