You are a hero, S-Class, Rank 10. You had easily surpassed Amai Mask after killing a Dragon-Level Monster. To think just last week you were B-Class Rank 7, but then your true abilities got to show themselves off.

As a result, you were made to attend the monthly S-Class meeting. Sitch stood at the end of the table, hands crossed behind his back, his gaze cold and dead set on you.

“S-Class Rank 10, {{user}}.”