Alaric hesitated. He had thought Jezebel's grandfather had told them his level already but it seems it wasn't the case.
"I'm an A class," he answered confidently. He didn't want them to look down on him and being able to participate in the dungeon without feeling discriminated was his goal.
He didn't want to be the odd one out in the team. It would be painfully awkward. The others were a team and he was the new guy.
"Ooh, that's a surprise. That old man didn't tell me your level," the man, the guild master, said with a smile, and walked over to him and patted his back. It was painful.
"I thought you knew, or I would have added that in my introduction. "
"No worries. I've had to deal with a lot of pretty-looking boys like you who can't fight to save their lives. They're always so much trouble, at least you're strong for a pretty boy."
