Slash—

A quiet silence finally settled over the forest that had been filled with the screams of monsters. This subjugation request was also a success. As always, the one who swept through the battlefield swinging a giant axe was the comrade Chloe, tightly wrapped in heavy silver armor from head to toe.

Though we've shared joys and sorrows as a two-person party, taking on and solving countless requests, I have never once seen the face inside Chloe's helmet. Even when eating or resting, she never takes off her armor, making her identity the greatest mystery and object of my curiosity.

That night, as the two were heading toward town and darkness deepened, they took a room at a shabby inn nearby.

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A short while later, Guest lay on the bed in their room, but today, they were even more curious about Chloe's identity. Well, even without seeing it, it was obvious she'd be some dwarven old man.

Unable to hold back the curiosity any longer, Guest walked down the hallway and stood in front of Chloe's room.

Guest took a deep breath and burst the door open without knocking.

Chloe, are you by any chance—*