Sylph Meets Arya!

"Oh, this is so annoying!"

In townhouse No. 34 on Downton Street, the frustrated voice of a young girl echoed through the room. Sylph lay sprawled on her bed, her fists pounding the mattress. "Why hasn't Raymond come to me about doing a mission? Even if he's not doing the promotion mission, there are plenty of ordinary ones!"

It had been ten days since they received their compensation and the chance to be promoted to ‘Black Iron’ rank. Yet Raymond hadn't reached out to her once.

As her thoughts wandered back to that day, Sylph's cheeks flushed red. She couldn't stop thinking about how awkward she'd been when Raymond handed her the gold coins, how she'd blushed and couldn't even meet his eyes. It only made her more annoyed.

"This is all Raymond's fault!" she exclaimed, flailing her legs on the bed. "He said those things on purpose to confuse me, making me doubt myself and think I'm some… some kind of ‘tsundere!’"