The Wild Hunt (2)

‘Saintess of the Starting Floor.’

At least among those gathered here, there couldn’t be anyone who didn’t know that name. Rumors were a form of information, after all.

High Rankers, who had to fight tooth and nail to maintain their rankings, were especially sensitive to information.

“The Saintess of the Starting Floor……?”

“Could this have something to do with the Saintess of the Starting Floor?”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but our opponent is a monster either way.”

“Everyone, prepare for battle. Let’s deal with it quickly before anything unexpected happens.”

An ordinary adventurer might have been thrown into confusion by the unexpected turn of events, but those gathered here were High Rankers who’d been through every kind of hardship.

Their agitation didn’t last long. They knew all too well that even a split-second hesitation could lead directly to death.

When they didn’t get the answer they wanted, the pitch-black rider moved as well. It drew a battered greatsword and slammed it into the ground...