They stopped after removing my hunter's cloak and the clothes covering my upper body.
The sight of my clean, uninjured white skin and the firm, unblemished flesh beneath was apparently enough to make them back away.
"What was all that about?"
I got back to my feet, clutching my clothes as I looked from one face to another.
Their expressions showed a strange mixture of emotions.
Relief, astonishment, and a lingering trace of disbelief.
"You fought a Saint-rank boss all by yourself…" Luna said quietly.
"And what about it?" I asked, genuinely confused.
But they seemed even more bewildered by my reaction.
"They were worried about you, kid."
It was Jackson who finally explained what was happening.
He approached me with Asterion still on his back, his snake-like eyes opening slightly wider.
"You faced a boss of a higher rank than your own, fought him alone, and won. But we were afraid you'd suffered serious injuries that might threaten your life."
"Ah…"
