Meanwhile, on the planet Neras.
"Flora, do you really think that boy can clear a single floor within the time we set? Normally, it takes a party of five people an entire week clearing floors above the twenty-fifth, and even then, there are casualties..."
The father of Flora asked while finishing his daily work, checking the various documents and parchments for him to read.
I didn't mind my dad being harsh to Rai because that boy needed someone to keep him focused constantly, or he might do something stupid again... But my dad actually seemed to like him—I noticed that he had asked about Rai many times now...
"Dad, don't worry, that idiot wouldn't die even if you told him to..."
