Angel returned from the basement to the second floor and felt as though an age had passed.
She took out her pocket watch and checked the time. In reality, less than half an hour had passed.
However, faced with the Sword of the Goddess, Crestet Cesimir—whose attitude remained unclear and whose abilities were bizarre—it was no exaggeration to call every moment feel like a year.
Fortunately, this senior deacon had remained quite amicable until the very end of the assessment...
Angel wiped away the nonexistent sweat on her forehead, passed through the corridor and partitions, and returned to the reception hall.
The heavy rain outside had stopped. The dark clouds had dispersed, and brilliant sunlight spilled across the earth, streaming through the street-facing windows and coating the furniture and floor of the hall in gold.
Only two people were seated in the reception hall. Klein squirmed restlessly on the sofa. The coffee before him had long gone cold, yet he had not taken a single sip. Ms. Daly, seated opposite him, lounged lazily against the back of the sofa, continuously flipping through a newspaper, presenting a stark contrast to his mood.
Hearing approaching footsteps, Klein turned toward the partition. When he saw Angel approaching, the worry on his face finally faded. He stood and asked,
"Did you pass the assessment?"
"Yes. Lord Cesimir was indeed as Ms. Daly said. I passed the assessment successfully, and I've already taken the Potion. I'm now a Sequence 8 Beyonder."
Angel answered, subtly conveying Krestai's attitude to Klein so that he would not worry.
"You took the Potion... Congratulations!"
After a brief daze, Klein quickly understood what she meant, and an undisguised smile appeared on his face.
"I told you there was no need to worry about her," Daly said, poking her fair face