Nina returned alone to the mortal world, walking out of the hell gate, and immediately took her protective gears out to stretch. Her skin itched from them as if she was wearing needles.
"I guess a minor itch is better than the suffering of the hells," She put them in a small basket and closed the secret room, then the guild master's office, walking down with a thinking face.
^The guild master was a devil, and she lived in the ninth layer of hell. She is a good leader, so I trust her even with that, but it's probably due to me being a barbarian that I don't care?^
Most barbarians are simple-minded, and Nina thinking about her decision and questioning her actions was a testament to her genius. Among her clan of barbarians, she's the smartest.
"Nina!" One of the receptionists rushed at her. She stopped, panting with a red, sweaty face, "Where have you been? It's awful,"
"What happened?" Nina asked, looking around for clues.
