The D-Rank Guild Master of the No. 1 Guild-Chapter 37

"Huh......?"

However, if his base stats were S-class, it didn't seem to hurt much if he was engulfed in electricity.

Attacks with greater lethality were restricted by the rules of the round, so they were forced to go home without much gain.

Giles sauntered around looking for a spot where the wolf would be better, yawning to hang down.

"Wait!"

Then he heard a woman's voice behind his back, holding him up. Giles sighed in annoyance.

I'm tired of being invited to join a guild.

Giles looked back at him insensitively, then widened his shadowy eyes.

There stood a woman who reminded me of the devil, arrogant and sensual, more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen.

She stood still, exhaling heavily, as if she had been sprinting for a long time. It doesn't even fit.

The skirt she wore was open at the sides, but it was tight and looked very uncomfortable.

Did you come all the way here wearing something like that?

"Thank you for looking back. I'm Shemarin, the Guild Leader of Redmonac."

I wasn't particularly curious.

He just looked at Shemarin, thinking, "I'm going to hold her skirt so she doesn't tip over when I dip her in the river."

"I wish I could have come sooner, but it ended up in the opposite direction from where you were. That's why it's so late."

Even a character who exudes such innate charisma has the same goal: in the end, he wants to get his hands on Giles.

Like any other guild leader.

"What's your purpose-? Are you trying to win first place? If you win first place, which guild will you join as an official guild member?"

Shemarin doesn't treat Giles as a part of the guild's combat power, but treats him as a human being and asks for his "purpose."

That felt a little novel, but the intent was obvious. After all, the purpose is to get Giles to join his guild.

"I don't listen to anyone. I'll decide."

Giles interrupted the conversation with a succinct answer.

"Then decide to join my guild."

"Say."

There is no way that a woman with such a strong aura would loosely form a guild without the ambition to become the No. 1 in the rankings.

So she didn't fit with Gille's outlook on life at all.

"Then if you fight me and you lose to me, then join my guild."

An unexpected offer.

The woman in front of me was never joking. There was no playful drooping, just seriousness.

Giles' gaze slowly tilted.

"The top players have always looked down on the lower players, but this is the first time anyone has formally asked for a duel."

Soon I had my doubts.

"Unlike the top player, the lower player can also kill ....... opponent."

With what confidence did this woman challenge her to a duel? Are your unique abilities that great?

I had a little bit of interest that I didn't have. Giles glanced up and down at Shemarin, then agreed.

"Yes."

Shemarin's appearance might have been enough to seduce a man, but she didn't seem to have the strength of her inherent muscles.

And even if what you see is not what you seem, who can defeat Giles?

He's a one-of-a-kind S-class character who can play both top and bottom characters.

"Whoever knocks down their opponent and gets them to touch the ground first wins. And, at the very least, I think it's a good idea to let them know what their unique abilities are."

Giles is a wary man, so he didn't rule out the possibility that Shemarin would catch him off guard with his unique abilities.

Shemarin stretched her lips into a fishy smile.

"It's a vine. Vines will grow out of the ground. Watch your feet."

At her words, Gille nodded curtly. Then, he took a step forward and got into a ready position.

Shemarin bent her knees a little and raised her arms to prepare for her defense.

It was surprising that he seemed so serious.

Moments later, Giles smashed his car off the ground, sending a handful of dirt leaping forward.

In an instant, he was close to Shemarin's vision.

Wedge!

His movements were heavy and sharp, as if he could be pushed backwards by the swift wind of the man.

“……!”

At that moment, Giles flinched as he tried to knock his opponent down.

Giles followed Shemarin's advice and focused more on her feet. As such, he didn't expect to be swept away by Shemarin's technology, even if only for a moment.

Shemarin confronted the man, using his power to sway Giles on his back.

Giles hurriedly kicked in mid-air, parrying the Shemarin's attack. Her lemon-colored hair flipped as her large palms sliced through the wind.

Puck!

Shemarin, shoved her shoulders, staggered backwards and tumbled to land, her hands on the floor.

Buu

It sounded strange. Giles didn't immediately realize what that meant. That made him flinch.

Xile, who had been following the shemarin like a tiger, suddenly lost sight of her, giving her a moment's edge.

The piece of skirt that Shemarin tossed and tossed away stuck to Giles' face.

At that moment, the green vines began to climb Giles' legs. Like an all-out assault, vines sprouted from the ground and wrapped around Giles' arms.

Soon, Shemarin's slender body fell on the man, whose limbs were completely restrained.

Kung-!

A roar swept across the ground. Dust billowed up.

It was only after the dust settled that the tangled figures of the two men appeared.

The blue, curvy black hair on the dirt floor belonged to Shemarin, and the bright yellow hair that fluttered lightly on it belonged to Giles.

Behind him, the tendrils that had snapped with a clatter rustle.

Then Giles pulled a grip from Shemarin's throat and pulled herself up on top of her.

"I won."

His voice was dry. There was no sign of euphoria at victory.

"You won purely by physical ability. If joining the guild wasn't a condition of defeat, I'd have declared myself a loser.'

Giles quietly acknowledged the other in his heart, with a hint of admiration.

Even after Giles had fully woken up, Shemarin stared blankly at the sky for a while.

The back of his head and back were slammed so hard that the ground cracked. Even a shemarin would have a back throbbing from a collision of that magnitude.

But my head didn't hurt at all.

A little while ago.

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Giles grabbed Shemarin by the throat and tried to slam him into the ground, as his arm gripped the back of Shemarin's head.

It was a phenomenal level of athleticism, protecting Shemarin's head from injury in that split second.

As a result, it wasn't the back of Shemarin's head that hit the ground, but the back of his hand and elbow.

After a moment, Shemarin stood up and looked at Giles' back.

The impact had ripped off Giles' left elbow and left a slight scratch on the back of his hand.

Shemarin stomped forward. He jerked at Gile's arm.

Giles, who wasn't too nervous, jerked around.

Shemarin lifted her toes, and their faces overlapped for a moment.

“…….”

Even when he was kissed by a woman hailed as devilishly beautiful, Giles were unfazed or disturbed. He just lifted his eyebrows.

"You know that act, it's definitely flirting, do you-?"

Giles looked away nonchalantly.

"What are you talking about?"

Undaunted by the cold response, Shemarin raised the corners of her mouth.

"That's why I put my stamp on you. You exchanged it with each other once-?"

"Even if you don't know what you're talking about."

"You're going to keep thinking about me. Somewhere in your clogged mind, I'm sure I've had a little bit of a place."

"Not really."

Giles looked at Shemarin dryly, and then became somewhat meddlesome.

"I'm more worried about you. While you're wasting your time on me, you've already wiped out all the other good candidates. You've lost a lot of money."

Realizing that Gille was not someone who could be persuaded or belonged to a guild easily, the other guild leaders gave up on him and went to conciliate the Second Army.

But Shemarin bit Gille and drooped, wasting his precious time.

In other words, he had wasted the opportunity to get some useful characters.

But Shemarin only had a smile on her face at his concern.

"It's okay. I've done everything I need to do in round 1.5 just by imprinting myself in your head."

Giles clicked his tongue as if he could hear it. It wasn't pathetic or dismissive, it was an inexplicable reaction.

Shemarin added a few more words.

"I'm not as ambitious as Rudel. I don't go into the rankings like I'm going to burn my body. My immediate desires are more important than that. And the degree of safety for me and my kids?"

True to his word, at the start of Round 1.5, Shemarin traversed both ends of the field without even looking at Giles' base stats, only looking at his appearance and aura.

"I'm a loser anyway, so I'm not going to annoy you any more, bye-bye. I'll always remember you. Please remember me and my guild-."

It was Shemarin's innate disposition to be reluctant but to withdraw neatly without being sloppy.