Sophie Wexler looked at his bootlicking expression and laughed in exasperation. Her gaze then turned cold as she spoke slowly, "So, you're saying right and wrong here are determined by Level? That whoever has a higher Level is automatically correct, regardless of who actually started the trouble?"
The staff member looked at Sophie Wexler with disdain. 'An F-level actually wants to argue right and wrong with an A-level.'
'If it weren't for the Empire's matching banquet, a low-level Healer-class like her would probably never get to set foot on the Capital Planet in her entire life.'
His tone was thick with impatience. "That's right. A high Level is all that matters."
Sophie Wexler let out a soft laugh. "Fine."
Then she turned to Rosalind Rhodes and asked slowly, "Rosalind Rhodes, is that what you think, too?"
Rosalind Rhodes bit her lip and said hesitantly, "Sophie, I know you're upset with me because of your family's situation, but you can't take that anger out on other people."
