But before Felix could finish speaking, the old man, Alaife, exploded in anger. "Bullshit! You're a Malevolent Phantom! Your whole damn family are Malevolent Phantoms! A man of my status? Compared to those things? Get real!"

For a moment, Felix was completely stunned. He had never seen someone yell at him while keeping such a kind, beaming smile on their face.

Even though Alaife was cursing him out, his warm smile never wavered. It somehow felt so natural that it made Felix's head spin, and honestly, part of him wanted to say, "Thank you, I guess?"

"Felix," Alaife said in a friendly tone. "Ever since you stepped into the Tower of Divinity, I've been aware of you. But some rules can't be broken. I had to wait until you reached the ninth floor before I could meet you."

Right then, Felix sensed that something was off. Alaife didn't carry even the slightest trace of hostility. He wondered if this was some kind of hidden trial in the Tower of Divinity.

Considering how brutal the ninth