"You learn quickly," Xavier paused for a moment. His gaze sharpened as he looked at Fyar sitting on the floor. "Just so you know, you just killed a Level 45 Hunter. Impressive, isn't it?"
Fyar swallowed. Cold sweat ran down his back. A strange sense of pride mixed with relief filled him.
Level 45. We could win? We won against a level 45?.
Maybe because of our power combination? Zaefal with his Void-absorbing magic and me neutralizing it. Or perhaps we were just lucky because Wilas was tired and the space was cramped. If I had been with another Hunter, perhaps I would have lost. Well, thank goodness we won, at least. Fyar let out a sigh of relief, although his chest still felt tight. He replied, "We were just lucky."
"Oh, is that so?" Xavier chuckled softly.
He then placed the thick parchment scroll on the metal table in front of Fyar and Zaefal.
