Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

Wenix Carmilla.

After healing her injured eye with a potion, she glared at her half-brother with annoyance.

He had also recovered his severed arm with a potion.

"Seriously, if you had just done your job properly, this wouldn't have happened!"

"You think you weren't too hasty?"

"...Hasty? You think that moment, when it was just the two of us and that woman, would come again? It's not my fault! It's your fault for not stabbing properly!"

The man sighed at Carmilla's accusations.

There was no point in arguing here.

"More importantly, did we get the right item?"

"You're worried about that? Can't you feel it? The mana overflowing from this jewel?"

"...If I had that much mana aptitude, I would have become a mage."