Chapter 122
I woke up to the sound of boots shifting on creaky floorboards and the faintest trickle of morning light piercing through the dusty curtains. Slowly, I opened my eyes and registered the sight in front of me.
Bran was standing over my bed silently. He was covered in blood from head to toe and looked like he'd just lost a war.
I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and sat up calmly as if this wasn't perfectly normal by now. "What's up?" I asked without any alarm.
Bran brushed a hand over his face, wiping some of the blood off. It was even smeared all across his armor.
"Got assigned to a rat slaying mission," he said, voice measured but tired. "Capital's full of them."
I raised an eyebrow. "I expected you to be pursuing better quests now that you're B-rank again,"
