“You should enter the med bed and get your knee treated, Rye,” Erwin told his daughter from outside the room. “I’m going out, so take care of yourself.”

The sound of Erwin’s footsteps soon faded away.

“I’ve been doing that for a very long time,” Rye mumbled and then got up from the bed. “I don’t need the med bed. I slept a few hours, so I’m already fully healed.” She cracked her knuckles. “Now, I just have to find that brat and defeat him, so that I’ll become the Sovereign! As long as I don’t b