"What!?" Felix spun in his chair, eyes wide. "You're almost at the Fifth Class advancement already? That doesn't even make sense. I'm only level twenty-two! How are you so far ahead?"
"Calm down." Percival chuckled.
But Felix kept going, throwing her arms up. "Don't tell me to calm down. How are you this high? I've been working non-stop. I've got nothing to show for it, and you're almost at Fifth Class advancement. This is insane."
Even as she complained, there was a faint smile tugging at her lips.
Percival's chuckle deepened, amused at her mix of outrage and envy.
Arthur, listening faintly through the training room comms, shook his head.
He wasn't surprised.
Felix always had energy to spare, even when she was frustrated.
For her, progress had always been slow.
Even with a soul weapon, it had taken her fifteen thousand years to claw her way up to Stage 2 before Neo gave her another path.
Percival, on the other hand, had risen like a storm.
