The ten days had passed.
And just as Ryan had intended, his power was now that of an S-rank.
Perhaps even superior.
But now the subtle scent, so pleasant and recognizable, of his companions had crossed through the dungeon rift.
Ryan's heart had quickened at the sight of them, filled with a mixture of joy and uncertainty.
'What if they don't want to be with me anymore?'
'And what if they truly consider me a traitor?'
'Is this where it all ends?'
'What should I do?'
One thought after another processed through his mind.
So he, without looking away, responded to the question Mirian had asked.
"Yes, I'm an S-rank now, just like you." He said it with a forced smile, trying to appease whatever tension was lingering in the air.
He thought that perhaps acting normal was a better way than simply apologizing.
'Although... I really should do that...'
...
Mirian walked toward Ryan without taking her eyes off his.
