Chapter 31. Why I Devour My Kind with Drowsy Eyes (9)
According to the book, a D-rank mercenary card meant they were considered a competent combatant anywhere.
"Rank, huh..." I said absentmindedly.
I wondered what rank I might've had. It had been quite some time since I defeated him. I thought I might be at least a C by now.
I called out to the woman. "You."
"Yes!" she answered in a desperate voice.
Her body trembled.
I understood why she seemed overly eager. She had been hanging there for two days, starving.
"Humans need to eat, after all."
It must have been painful. I had hung her in the spider web, but I was also her only hope. Only I could give her a sip of water.
I asked, "What rank are you as a mercenary?"
"Yes!" she responded immediately, then quickly added, "In terms of mercenary rank... I'm a little above E+."
