The Unemployed Game Master

Without a thought and clarity that is difficult to express with clarity

"Uh... who are they? Not just one, but there are four of them!" Dartem had to be careful, even though all the players were within shooting range, he couldn't be reckless. If one of them got hit by his attack, the others would surely be triggered to flee and hide.

To eliminate them would certainly require patience and the right moment.

Hemia who was there, maintained a calm attitude, coldly staring at each player present.

"What is this player doing? It seemed like she was just silent, observing each of us one by one. What is their plan?" a woman from the clan said.

Dante then spoke up, "Who are you, it seems like you've wandered here alone! It's impressive that you didn't die from our sudden attack earlier..."

It could be said that it was a dangerous attack; it was certain that being hit by it would cause Hemia severe injury.

But even though they were spoken to harshly, Hemia still didn't answer; she remained in confusion. Since earlier, she had been observing and trying to determine i