"Are you okay? Do you need any help?!”
Joke quickly shouted as the young man ran past him. He could not see that man's face clearly as it was obscured by a hood.
"I’m okay. Totally fine. I-I’ll manage!”
The yelling seemed contradictory to his current state. When Joke stared carefully, he saw that the summoner's health bar had dropped by more than half, and he expected that his halves were beaten so he could only resort to running away like this.
"Criza Liger?" Snowbelle said as she narrowed her eyes at the tiger. “Around level 35, it seems. He's definitely not going to survive. So, do you want to help him or flee?”
The question from the young dragoness left Joke pondering for a moment. His condition now could never go against that monster that was clearly dangerous, but he was not the kind of person who could flee and ignore a person in dire need.
“Wait here, and be still. I’ll take care of that myself!”