He stepped inside the guest room.
The president looked up at him from the sofa, adjusted his spectacles, and motioned toward the seat opposite. "Mr. Ibaan, please sit."
"Oh… yeah." Ibaan hurried to the sofa and sat down. The moment felt awkward, honestly. He didn't want to be here, and under the president's gaze he felt strangely pressured, though he didn't know why.
"On which branch are you?" Seraphus asked calmly.
'Huh?' Ibaan was confused. What kind of question was that? The president already knew he had ascended to the Apprentice Branch, so why ask?
But Ibaan understood—it was to act innocent, to pretend he wasn't looking deeper into who or what Ibaan was. And Ibaan had already expected this. After surpassing him in the trial, he knew the president's eyes would be on him.
"On the Apprentice Branch!"
"Oh! Congrats then, I expect no less from you. You managed to deal with the unknown being, but how?" Seraphus asked again.
