"Halt!"
Arriving in front of a large gate, obstructing my path, with a stern expression, a muscular individual wearing a black uniform with a Lock insignia on his right chest pocket appeared before me.
Lightly glancing at me, he said
"State your purpose"
Briefly glancing at the guard before me, instantly cold sweat appeared on my back. Though I didn't show it on my face, I could feel an immeasurable pressure emanating from the guard before me.
...He wasn't someone I could mess with. By my estimates, he was at least rank.
'To think the guards protecting the Leviathan building were ranked this tightly...'
This just went to show how much emphasis was placed on the students placed in the Leviathan building. Their whole building was guarded by ranked individuals.
How crazy was that?
Smiling politely, I responded
"I have someone whom I wish to talk to"
Indifferently glancing at me, scrutinizing my body for a couple of seconds, the guard apathetically asked
