Though Eila and Hases bickered quite a bit, they worked together pretty well.
While Hases pulled aggro from the front and brawled with the Andras, Eila came in from the side and thrust her iron sword. Her sword strikes hitting vital points like the neck or heart were wickedly sharp. Truly befitting a 5-star.
"But she's level 26."
"Master, she'll be hurt if she hears that."
"She probably heard? But I still have to keep talking. That's how she knows her level went up."
Though level was ultimately an indicator by Solomon's system, those who became part of the dungeon seemed to have no major doubts about it.
"Solomon provided the standard. I'm 75, you two are around 35, Eila is 26. If you're dissatisfied, go to Solomon and argue. Eila, can you beat the stud hunters?"
"...."
Eila blushed and thrust her sword into the Andras's thigh. She vented her anger at an unintended spot as if the vital point was stabbed, and I just shrugged my shoulders.
