Bale rubbed the bridge of his nose, the tension seeping out of him now that the pressure was gone. Interacting with SSS-, SS-, and S-ranked beings was never easy.
He was only A-rank.
In raw power, the gap between him and those people was immeasurable. Even when they restrained their auras, the psychological pressure alone was exhausting, like standing beneath a mountain that might shift at any moment. And yet, despite that, the main Adventurer Guild had entrusted these matters to him.
Because this, this was where Bale excelled.
Coordination. Diplomacy. Logistics. The unglamorous but essential work that monsters of strength had neither the patience nor the inclination to handle. He was the bridge between power and practicality, the one who ensured that decisions actually became action.
Still…
Bale clenched his fist briefly.
His class was SS-ranked.
And he'd been stuck at A-rank for far too long.
