Chaerin Yoo had secretly hoped for something as she headed to the battlefield.

She imagined herself arriving like a princess on a white horse, rescuing Yor from his dire predicament.@@novelbin@@

Recently, as she rallied more people to join her cause, she’d started to feel a bit puffed up.

More participants than she had expected had joined her, and this was the first time in her life that she had worked so hard to gather people for something.

It felt like she was the head organizer of some protest group, ready to storm into a school and spray slogans with lacquer paint.

Of course, knowing the weight of responsibility, she would opt for water-based paint instead.

The group she’d assembled was impressive.

Even though she now ranked as a relatively high-level player, many in the group surpassed her level.

“Wow, Mari, you’re here too? Thank you.”

“Oh, please! After the massive view boost I got thanks to you, I had to come. Besides, this seems like way more fun.”

For example, Kim Mari, a well-known ranker, had joined, along with her party members.

Considering how much high-level players stood to lose, it must have been a difficult decision for them.

Sure, their streams would bring in a lot of viewers, but Chaerin was purely grateful.

With high hopes, Chaerin headed for the battlefield, determined to rescue Yor, who must be utterly exhausted.

However, upon reaching the battlefield, she couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of disappointment.

“Oh, you’re here?”

Yor greeted her, his tone calm and casual.

Contrary to her expectations, Yor seemed far too unscathed.

While there were traces of blood here and there, he didn’t look particularly tired.

In fact, dozens of knights were already lying defeated around him.

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