Timothy realized something odd, he never actually knew their official ranks.
He had always seen Helen as a tomboy and Prisca as a composed woman.
But standing here now, watching them in action, he realized that might've been an act.
Especially Helen.
That fire magic she wielded wasn't ordinary, not that fire users were rare.
Actually, he'd seen plenty of them.
Still, she stood out.
They had raided two C-rank Gates together, so it made sense to assume the entire team was C-rank.
But now, comparing them to the mages who had escorted him to the World Shard where the Bride resided, which was a B-rank gate, it was clear that this group was on a different level.
A familiar salamander materialized on Helen's shoulder again, yet her hair hadn't turned red like before.
However, Prisca was definitely a Child, a pompous one at that.
However, her barrier held strong, though the swarm of insects was slowly chewing through.
