"Oi. Furry beard."
The words hit the clearing like a bomb.
Wha!?
Dozens of heads turned.
The entire guild crew froze mid-task.
Even Gikan, seasoned Level 79, once an A-rank adventurer and now Deputy Guild Master of Macia, paused mid-breath.
He blinked.
"...Furry... beard?"
Hazuki pointed straight at him, chewing lazily.
"Yeah. You. Furry beard. That drake meat?"
He tapped the side of his temple with two fingers.
"Once it's dismantled—I want the meat. Got it? For my dinner. So meat is mine. Everything else, you take."
Silence.
Pure, stunned silence.
One of the junior staff members whispered behind a crate.
"...Did he just claim meat from an A-class monster...?"
Another muttered, "He's not scared of Gikan at all…"
Gikan slowly lowered the paperwork in his hands, staring at Hazuki.
"…You just called me… furry beard?"
Hazuki didn't blink.
"Yeah. You. Make sure once it's dismantled—the meat is mine."
