“Hmmm?”

Cha Ye-Eun’s eyes widened as he put down her luggage in her first-class seat, having just come across someone familiar. “… Huh?”

Though also surprised, the man on the opposite side of her soon smiled. “Saintess! Nice to see you…”

Click!

“… here.”

“Would you like your brain to fly like this airplane?” Ye-Eun asked, holding her revolver against the man’s temple.

Woo Yeong-Geun, the man, held his breath as his back profusely sweated. Although he was just joking, it seemed that he got on this bad-tempered witch’s nerve. This witch loathed the word ‘saintess’ the most in the world even though it was her first title.

“… Firing a gun inside a plane is considered terrorism according to international law.” Yeong-Geum smiled nervously.

“It’s okay. I have a license to kill. Does not matter how, who, where, and when.”

“That is domest—!”

“Mine is actually international. I’m pretty expensive.” Grinning, Ye-Eun put her revolver closer to Yeong-Geun’s temple. “Why don’t you continue?”

“… I’m sorry.”

“I’ll take that apology.” Ye-Eun withdrew her revolver and put it back in her inventory, allowing Yeong-Geun to finally heave a sigh of relief.

‘Using an inventory within a plane has to be prohibited… So how in the world is she using it?’ Yeong-Geun wondered.

Players’ inventories could be used to create all sorts of commotions in secret, but people were now in the third era since Dungeons and Gates opened up on Earth. They now had many jammer magic spells that locked inventories. However, none of them seemed to work on Ye-Eun.

She was indeed a world-class...