[center][h2]Myrtle Bramblewood[/h2][/center]
[center][h3]Sen Rynta — Windy Plains[/h3][/center]

"Oh, nothing in particular," Myrtle replied with her easygoing smile. "I don't need materials from low level areas like this."

Meanwhile, Anastasia's gaze was locked on another rabbit, one that was still unaware of her presence.

"Anny?" Myrtle noticed her friend's serious expression.

"I think—I think I can take it on."

She opened her inventory and took out her leatherwork knife. Holding it tightly in her right hand, she slowly sneaked up on the creature before plunging it into its soft flesh.

The creature died instantly. And with barely any harm to its fur, skin, or horn.

"Whoa! That was hardcore, Anny!" Myrtle ran to where she stood.

The red haired girl turned around and smiled bashfully. "Oh, it's nothing. I just thought that with my low stat as a leatherworker, I can kill it safely like that."

“Nonono, I’m not talking about that! I’m talking about how you can just stab it with a knife like it’s nothing! Casting magic like me is one thing but actually using a real knife like that, I don’t think I can ever do it!”

Myrtle’s gaze then switched to the paladin. “How about you, Agaue? You can slash people with that sword of yours?”