The atmosphere was rather gloomy.
Fan Six Hundred Million looked at him for a moment before smiling helplessly. "It looks like I was too presumptuous. Sorry."
She then stood up and walked away, swaying her hips as she left.
The bard left with Fan Six Hundred Million. As he went, he glared fiercely at Betta.
Once the two were gone, Betta asked curiously, "Why didn't you reject her more tactfully? Perhaps you could become friends with her."
"It's meaningless. We are destined to be people from two different worlds." Roland smiled and asked, "You said in the guild that you were leaving. What's going on?"
Betta happily said, "I've risen to Level 5."
Roland was stunned. "So fast?"
