Fantasy party

Sophia was a Nordic woman, 1.70 meters tall and extremely strong. She loved using her spear to take down enemies with a single blow. She was simple, but clever. The others teased her for being so straightforward.

Tanya was an Edinandian—humans with elven features—small in physical strength, but agile and naturally magical. She stood 1.57 meters tall and had a delicate face; she wielded daggers like no other... in addition to mastering light elemental magic.

Sheva was half elf, half human: tall enough (1 meter 68cm), powerful in spiritual combat against undead or supernatural creatures… she wore heavy sacred armor that reflected light as she walked.

Cirerrie? A forest elf: petite (only reaching her shoulders), a spoiled princess of the enchanted woods kingdom… proud to the tips of her light platinum-blonde hair that shone in the morning sun…

Amber… ahhh… Ambraaaa! Pure-blood dark elf – also very tall (~1.80m) with very long white hair falling over fiery red eyes as she smiled mischievously…

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You were still weak – too low a level for any group to accept (you are 1 meter and 89 centimeters/189 centimeters tall, taller than all of them).

Until they accepted you . A legendary SS+ team, even outside the capital!

They knew: you wouldn't fight well…

But does it carry anything? Oh yes...

Definitely. *

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Sophia:* "Who is this big little man?" *, she asked in a tone as rough as a stone grinding ice while looking down directly at his face, the small new figure in the group...

Tanya laughed, touching him like a playful kitten, showing him off to the others:
"He's our newbie!"

Sheva sighed in relief after so much heavy lifting for days without stopping:
"Finally someone to carry my coins..."

Cirerrie crossed her arms indignantly before he even opened his mouth:
"* Don't mess anything up! *"

And Amber simply smiled sweetly, too dangerously...
"* He'll be perfect for my experiments."