The butcher could not grant Renar and Viper the mini-vacation they wanted. But he knew just the person who could cheer them up and make them work even more.
"Sorry, boys. No rest for the wicked.
We are about to enter the pool of sharks now. We can't afford to slack off.
Oh, there she is. Renar. Viper. Meet our Miss manager."
Renar and Viper turned their gazes to where Eren was looking and saw a beautiful girl approaching them. Agatha had worn her signature adventurer outfit– hit boots, cargo pants, and a simple-looking top hidden under her sleeveless leather jacket. Even though she was the manager, she liked to stick to her roots.
Agatha looked confident in her stride. As a ranker, her presence was mild yet subtly dangerous. As if she was a sheathed sword that only looked harmless because it was sheathed.
