Felix was irritated—after all, who would not be with a gun pointed at their head? Of course, for most people, the feeling would be sheer terror.

Still, he did not act recklessly. In Dragonia, guns were mostly carried by law enforcement, and he did not want to risk harming an undercover officer by mistake.

To his surprise, the person holding the gun was Milo. He remembered her well from the days of the Martial Arts Competition—she was a close friend of Ronan's.

He blurted out, "Milo?"

Milo closed the door and lowered the gun, her expression as calm as ever. She wore simple jeans and a T-shirt, and the sword she was once known for was nowhere in sight.

"Never thought our first meeting after your return would be under circumstances like this," he added.

Once Milo confirmed that it was Felix, she let out a small sigh and stated, "Ronan—"

Felix raised a hand to cut her off. "Don't worry about Ronan. I promise he'll come back safe in a year. He's with my sister now. Other than losin