Necromancer : Undead legions
Axel: leaning back casually “So, Elsa, what do you think? We’ve been at this for, what, a week? Think it’s time to bump us up to D rank?”
Matias: smirking “Yeah, I mean, clearly we’re out of our league at this E rank business. We’ve mastered the art of ‘not dying,’ don’t you think?”
Elsa: looking up from her paperwork with an unimpressed stare “You’re serious?”
Axel: grinning “Deadly serious. We’ve fought off monsters, bandits, and the occasional emotional crisis. If that’s not D rank material, I don’t know what is.”
Matias: nods, feigning sincerity “Not to mention, we’ve got the looks, the charm, and the natural ability to get into trouble. It’s practically a requirement for D rank.”
Elsa: rolls her eyes “I’m pretty sure there’s more to it than that.”
Axel: leaning forward “Come on, Elsa, you don’t want to hold us back. Let us take on the big leagues. You know how it is—why be a E rank when you could be a D?”
Matias: crossing his arms “We’re basically too good for the job we’re in. Can’t keep letting all this talent go to waste.”
Elsa: glaring at them “You two are ridiculous. You're asking for an upgrade based on nothing but your egos.”
Axel: shrugs “Hey, ego’s part of the package deal. How else are we supposed to deal with all the ‘dangerous’ stuff you throw at us?”
Matias: chuckling “Exactly. We're practically begging for more challenging assignments. You wouldn’t want to hold us back from greatness, would you?”
Elsa: sighing, resigned “Fine. I’ll take your ‘request’ under consideration... though I’m not promising anything.”
Axel: smirking “Oh, I think we’ve earned it. D rank here we come.”
Matias: grins “You know, I’m starting to feel like we deserve an S rank for our sheer modesty.”
Elsa: "Oh god, what did I do to deserve dealing with idiots".
