The survivors in the lab were saved.
Raven and Siris, who had noticed those survivors whimpering in their cells, had freed them.
Of course, they were a bit confused at the survivors' intense fear toward them, but they didn't look too deeply into it.
They freed them, saw them meeting up with Hector's soldiers, and then, they left the scene without a sound.
After all, they hadn't done it for the credits.
However, that had all happened a day ago.
Right now, Raven and Siris were back in the Cradle.
Raven, for the first time since he had taken up the Vice-Patriarch's position, wasn't sitting on the Patriarch's seat and doing some paperwork.
Raven was in the hall of the first-year professor's wing, lounging on a comfy sofa that looked more like a cotton throne.
He looked calm, but the faint crimson glow in his eyes betrayed his mood.
However, he was still somewhat happy, as he could finally step away from all that paperwork.
