Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

During this period, Lance remained wholeheartedly focused on polishing his various combat skills.

However, throughout these three days, aside from the daily mealtimes that never changed, he did not even catch sight of Ayla.

The werewolf girl had locked herself tightly inside the first-floor guest room and entered a completely withdrawn state.

Being mercilessly crushed one-sidedly by someone her own age who had not even undergone class advancement yet, without finding the slightest chance to fight back during the battle, had directly shattered the pride she had always taken such pride in.

Now she spent every day hiding beneath the blankets, clutching her large tail while crazily questioning her entire life.

She had even started seriously wondering whether all the praise from the elders in her clan had actually been lies fabricated together with her aunt purely to protect her dignity.

Perhaps she was not a genius at all, but merely a useless little failure who only knew how to boast.

Regardless of what kind of self-doubt the little wolf girl had fallen into inside her room.

Lance, up in the attic, had welcomed the most perfect peak condition his body had ever reached during these past few days.