Inside a luxurious inn, Noah sat at a table, sipping tea. Across from him sat Emily, a steaming cup placed in front of her as well. Yet her gaze wasn't on the drink, it lingered instead on the two or three scrolls lying on the table before her.
Her brows furrowed as she spoke softly, her tone laced with frustration.
"In the past few years, we haven't managed to clear a single A-rank dungeon. Even B-rank dungeons are becoming difficult."
Noah set his cup down after taking a sip, his voice calm yet grave.
"Yeah. I heard Leo managed to clear one B-rank last year, but even that was only during a joint raid. If I'm not mistaken, his party and Damian's were working together."
