"Samoer is quite talkative," answered Nicholas thoughtfully, unsure if he had misspoken. This was his second time feeling an immense pressure emanating from Pannis, pressure so intense that he once again experienced the fear of death. As a prince of the Falar Empire, the future Emperor, Nicholas had encountered increasingly formidable figures, strengthening his resolve. Therefore, with his power as a Silver Rank professional, he could barely withstand the full pressure of a Legendary Rank professional. But now, facing Mr. Pannis, it was as if he was confronting a primordial giant beast, his heart filled only with fear. The only thought in his mind was, "Gold Rank? Is this what you meant by Gold Rank? Damn it, cursed Gold Rank. If this is merely the power of a Gold Rank, what am I? What are you? Are we just infants?"