A few days later, the day before the A-rank dungeon will appear.
At the hotel where the Holders stayed at, in the Masked Holder's room sat five women in the living room.
"He's been gone for a few days again," Lilla muttered with sadness in her voice.
"Yeah, but I think he's preparing for the upcoming A-rank," Wingy said on the side, a wine glass on her hand filled with alcohol. "Aren't you guys going to? Why are you not going out to train?"
She glanced at Trina and Samantha. Trina is now wearing a casual shirt and jeans while her leader sported the same style though her jacket remained.
"Yes we are," Samantha nodded her head. "But we rather took this time to rest. We had plenty of training for the past month and we don't want any accidents before that dungeon even opens."
"Makes sense," Wingy said, taking a sip from his wine glass.
"What about you? Are you not participating?" Trina asked the winged woman, a slice of apple in her hand.
