That was all Cressida had said to make the man believe me. But to me it had felt like so much more. I knew I was strong, but it was easy for people to look down on me. First of all, I was an F rank, and that meant I was weak. Incredibly weak.
So no one would be willing to give me the benefit of the doubt. Yes, being a Spirit Summoner did help my portfolio a bit, but that was just all it did... a bit.
Eventually, it all still depended on what was available. Nobody would pick me over a C rank Regular Summoner. The look of being F rank was simply bad enough, and I had seen it play out especially well in this criminal city.
So Cressida standing up for me meant a lot.
At the end of the day, we settled for one hundred and fifty silver talents each, and the man was willing to let us use his Inn until night fell. So we were both escorted into a high-end room.
