"I assume you have something to say, Cassian," Adrian muttered as he looked at the third year before him.
Cassian's expression was completely blank as he looked towards the Butler.
Now that was a time as good as any to handle this pest. He would take care of the excuse later.
But right now, he would ensure only one of them left this dungeon alive and returned to Lady Renelle's side, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be the damn butler.
And from what Cassian could sense from the butler, he was now a lot weaker than he had been when he returned from the dark sea.
He was right.
The price for coming back to life was his mana. Although previously at B-rank thanks to his breakthrough, Adrian could now barely be considered C-rank.
The boundless ocean of mana he had felt earlier was gone completely, leaving behind only an almost painfully empty feeling.
Even the Oroborus' mark on his chest felt dormant, meaning that if he died now, he'd truly die.
