The transfer back had been smooth, but her body still felt heavy. Even after the healers in the shelter treated her wounds, exhaustion still clung to her bones as if it refused to leave.
The moment she stepped into the Association headquarters, several workers immediately stopped what they were doing.
Some of them had been carrying documents. Some were standing near the reception desk, talking in low voices. A few players who had come to submit reports also turned around when they saw her enter.
Helen Magnus.
That name alone was already enough to draw attention.
But more than that, everyone here knew who her father was.
The Association President.
One of the five strongest known human players.
Arthur Magnus.
Because of this, the moment Helen appeared with burned clothes, messy hair, and bandages wrapped around one arm, the atmosphere inside the building changed almost immediately.
"Miss Helen?"
One of the receptionists stood up quickly, her expression filled with concern.
