TRANSMIGRATORS SELF-SAVING SYSTEM

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"What?"

Choi Han looked at Azirapahle cluelessly, he had an idea that this fantasy world he had isekai into had some sort of power system; for swordsmanship, but is completely ignorant of that knowledge.

"Ho? You didn't know, there are levels to how proficient a person is with certain weapons."

Azirapahle explained looking concerned and a bit baffled at how he is clueless. The system applauded its hosts acting skills behind the scene.

"I'd take a rough guess and say you're a sword master...."

Squinting at Choi Han he made a rough estimate astonished.

"We haven't had a person with such skills in the whole of  Roan Kingdom for a quite a long time and it's the highest level too only a few can achieve."

Ron glanced between both intrigued on how one didn't know a common fact and the other being able to estimate Choi Han's level so well.

'Moron on one hand and an unknown factor who's proficient in an unidentified combat on the other.'

"You're also a swordsman Aziraphale-nim?"

Choi Han asked curiously he knew that the silver haired person was strong but not enough to raise alarm in his and Ron's perspective.

Cale also peered at Aziraphale looking interested in the topic as well, if the old goods hyung is strong he wouldn't need to be as afraid; of Ron an assassin, Beacrox his chef a torture specialist, and Choi Han....

"I'd say I am fairly proficient enough to defend myself and protect the people around me."

The system didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that.

"Unfortunately, I do not think I'd be a great sparring partner."

When Choi Han was about to assure the man, Billos came back with the tea he promised Aziraphale.

Squeak. squeak.

"Aziraphale-nim, I brought the promised tea."

Nodding his head Aziraphale took a seat on the very same table  right beside Cale, Billos looked inquisitive but is smart enough to hold his tongue.

Taking ahold on the cup he took a moment to appreciate his lemon tea loving the refreshing feeling of it.

"Mn~."

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Host, should find the sourness fitting for your bitter personality.
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Billos is gleeful that he managed to satisfy lord Achilles assistant. His bootlicking motive is clear from the way he is standing right beside Aziraphale like a dutiful servant.

"Achilles wants any kind and all of place that sells weapons, within the capital, preferably ones with blacksmiths."

Clink.