In the living room of the Black Pierce party, said to be the strongest on the continent. Roen, the leader standing in shining golden armor, slams the table.

In front of him, Hyweed indifferently sips ice water, Murlay flips through an old book with a face pale from anemia, and Santatia neatly preens her feathers. Selina is simply in the corner, weighing coins.

I can't do this anymore! I'm done cleaning up after incompetent women like you!

At Roen's shout, Hyweed slowly raises her head.

Incompetence... Is that a relative concept? Or a statistical conclusion?

Don't talk back! While I was at the front cutting down all the monsters, you lot were in the back drinking tea or sleeping! Without me, you'd be food for street slimes!

Murlay glares at Roen with cold eyes.

Sigh... Could you shut that noisy mouth of yours? I already have a splitting headache. If you're going to leave, just leave quietly.