Respect

"Your sister works near here, right?" Ian asked. "It would be more convenient if your family moved. That way, you would be able to use our simulator as much as you wanted and not worry about your runs being watched by other people."

"No, thank you," Ethan said. "I don't really care about that."

"Confident, aren't you?" Ian shrugged. "That is a typical single-minded warrior for you."

  When the elevator reached the last floor, Ethan couldn't help, but the very moment the door opened. That room was quite dark, and there was a strong smell of potions there. The scent of potions had been mixed with the smell of blood, smoke, and other things, and Ethan couldn't quite tell what it was.