Man Who Commands The Group

Isadora was taken back by Varian's words.

Even when faced with the wrath of a divine ranker, one of the strongest ones no less, saying those words and saying them with conviction would mean courage that would border on madness.

"A-Are you even hearing yourself?" Isadora didn't know why but she wanted to make sure.

A part of her wanted him to say that again. To assure her and tell her those sweet words.

"I am." Varian nodded with a smile, his grip on her hand growing tight."I am with you, whether you're against a rank 9 or a new divine ranker or a veteran or all of them together."

As the sunlight reflected off his handsome face, Isadora felt that his smile wasn't so shameless. It was also reliable, like the cool shade of a tree in the summer.

Her unsettling heart calmed down and she gradually relaxed. The catastrophe remained unresolved but worrying was the last thing that would help.