"Hey there, receptionist!" I called out, flashing a grin at the hot MILF sitting behind the desk, a glass of liquor in her hand.
She was dressed in the usual green and white receptionist uniform, her sharp eyes scanning me before she let out a sigh.
"Hey, kiddo," she greeted. "It's been a while since I've seen you around."
I smirked. "I've just been busy. You know, doing this and that."
Something felt off. I turned my gaze around the guild room. Usually, the place was packed with female hunters drinking, laughing, being loud. But now, it was eerily empty. The only person in sight was a male janitor sweeping the floor.
"Geez, this place is dead! Where the hell are those loudmouths bitches who practically live here?" I asked, stopping before Clara's desk.
She narrowed her eyes. "You've gotten a little cocky ever since you took down that reaper monster, haven't you?" She took a sip from her drink.
