"Who does he think he is?" Her thoughts were cold with irritation. "I gave up my own hunt to carry him. I analyzed the pack, calculated the risk, and offered my knowledge... and he treated me like background noise."
From the cradle, Lisa had been the gravitational center of everyone around her.
Her parents, magnates of the family Group, silenced meetings to hear her. Her brothers, geniuses in their own right, sought her advice. Sycophants begged for a second of her attention... Being ignored was an unprecedented experience.
'He doesn't know who I am, which makes his insolence genuine... and annoying,' she thought, watching the two Level 1 Gray Wolves and the Level 2 leader surround the Slime. 'If he's so self-sufficient that he ignores my analysis, he can certainly handle an unexpected bonus in difficulty.'
In that group, there were two Level 01 Gray Wolves and one Level 02 Gray Wolf.
