Lane went on break. Forced break.
"Medical leave," Damien announced over breakfast. "To recover from your injuries."
Injuries that were already all healed, but. No one knew about it, except for Damien, his sisters, and Lane himself.
"Hmm." Lane mindlessly pushed scrambled eggs around on his plate. "How long?"
"Indefinite. As long as necessary."
That could mean… anything. Since no time was actually necessary, it all depended on Damien's judgment.
It made sense, of course. They needed to keep the pretense for the Allens. And the Association, but primarily the former. If Lane were truly just an A-ranker, like he claimed he was, there was no way he would have been able to recover from the wounds sustained in a fight with S-rank monsters so fast, not even with the highest quality Recovery Pills, and the Allens surely were perfectly aware of it. Even Clara caught up to it almost immediately.
