As soon as Stella left, the warm, good atmosphere in this room had taken a one-eighty-degree turn.
A sharp, cold, and expected one no less.
I knew this would happen, and from the way I was holding her hand, she knew that I knew this would happen.
Right now, the atmosphere was silent, cold, and definitely serious.
The warmth and genuine surprise in his eyes from a moment ago had been replaced by the serious look of the 'branch manager' of the adventurer association.
This was the serious face of the person who managed this place and not the grandpa-like person we were looking at just a moment ago.
I knew this was going to start from this one, and it was natural for him to act like this when it was time for the main topic of the conversation.
What we just displayed on the training ground was something far above what any young adventurer would be capable of.
