Miri had to pause herself from entering the room for just a brief moment as soon as she heard one of the knights mentioning something about Anne.

  “Man, I’m so glad that our cleric went and got herself killed off,” the red-armored knight said with a conceited grin as he took a sip from his goblet of wine. “Saves us the trouble of firing her later.”

  “I know, right? Umm…what was her name again? Anna? Amy? Alice? Can’t remember,” the blue-armored knight added with a rather unconcerned shrug. “Regardless, she doesn't seem all that good of a healer to begin with. Couldn’t even heal all three of us by herself. Any decent healer should be able to do that.”

  “That’s what you get for hiring someone of a lower social class,” the green-armored knight added. “Peasants like her could never be as good as the nobility, no matter how much they try. They just don’t have the right blood in them. Honestly, if it wasn’t for her pretty face, I would never have considered hiring her for our guild in the first place. It’s such a shame that she doesn’t put out.”

  “I know, right? She kept rejecting all of our advances,” the red knight said. “I mean, what’s the deal with that, huh? Doesn’t she realize that we’re of noble birth? Any woman with sense would jump at the chance to get in bed with us.”

  “Honestly, I would probably have saved her from that scorpider if she’d just let me grab her butt once in a while,” the blue knight said.

  “Nah, it’s honestly not worth it. Harlots like that are a dime-a-dozen,” the green knight said. “We could always find another pretty looking cleric to fill the ranks. Let her be scorpider food for all we care. Good riddance!”

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  The three knights break into thundering laughter afterwards. All the while, as Miri was listening to them belittling Anne in such a disrespectful way, she felt her blood boil with rage. It wasn’t that these people were unable to save Anne, they actively chose not to. That’s because they never view Anne as a human being in the first place, just an object for them to use and discard whenever it suited their fancy.

  The mage turned her head slightly to see Anne’s expression—one twisted with so much hurt and humiliation that she was at the brink of crying. Unable to hold back her anger any longer, Miri stomped into the room and approached the three douchebag knights head-on.

  “Hey, who the hell are you—?” the red knight asked with surprise as she saw the redheaded mage approach him seemingly out of nowhere.

  However, before he was able to finish, Miri slammed her fist right into his face in an incredibly powerful downward hook, sending him crashing to the floor with a loud, quaking thump. Miri was not particularly strong physically nor was she a great boxer. Even so, the punch she delivered was undeniably devastating, enough to knock a tooth or two out of the man’s jaw, for it was a punch fueled by her unbridled rage.

  “Woah, what the—?!” the blue knight briefly cried out before also receiving a powerful punch from Miri as well, this one breaking the man’s nose and sending him flying towards the wall behind him.

  “Holy hell—!” the green knight was the third to speak before shortly receiving a powerful sidekick from Miri towards his face, the heel of her leather boot collided with the man’s face with a bone-breaking crack, sending him flipping backwards.

  In an instant, Miri had KO’d all three of the knights, unleashing a kind of fury that even she didn’t know she had within her. As the redheaded mage took a brief, quiet moment to catch her breath, Anne could only react with utterly incredulous shock as she witnessed the preposterous incident happening right in front of her.

  “You three…are fucking despicable,” Miri said with immense scorn as she glared at them, her anger not quite subsided just yet.