"I lost them. Not just one, I lost multiple souls!"
At that exact instant, the very expression he wore when he spotted Kristin and Nalt in the courtyard of his residence surfaced on his face; while his exterior burned with the flames of rage, his heart felt as though it belonged to a corpse.
"I apologize for causing you sorrow, young friend. You can ask your next and final question whenever you please!"
The old man hadn't imposed any time or quantity limit when he initiated this question-and-answer game, yet now he was declaring that his rights would expire with this fifth question. Coveting to cleanse himself of the sorrowful memories dragged up from the old days, the young man drew a deep breath into his lungs, and this time, as if the air itself wanted to aid him, it reached every single corner of his vessel.
"What is your level?"
