SSS-Rank Slap Skills Turned Me Too OP

The horse-drawn carriage began to move slowly, leaving the guild courtyard and entering the main road. The sound of wooden wheels blended with the steady clatter of hooves. Inside, there were only three people: Arthur, the woman in a white dress, and the masked man sitting quietly in the corner.

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Arthur glanced at the empty seat across from him. "Levain?"

The woman turned to him and smiled politely. "The young master is riding a high-speed carriage. Specially prepared."

Arthur gave a slight nod. Of course.

The woman adjusted her dress a little before introducing herself. "My name is Lisha. Class: Priest. I specialize in support and physical enhancement."

The masked man beside her gave a short nod. "Name’s Vayne. Assassin. Elimination and reconnaissance."

Arthur looked at them both. "Arthur. Rank F."

Lisha smiled again. "Nice to meet you."

Their conversation flowed normally—casual, without arrogance or pressure. Neither of them seemed to care about Arthur’s rank.

Arthur turned to the window for a moment. ’I thought they’d be stuck-up because of their S-rank... turns out, no.’