Igula glanced at him but didn't say a word.
"Other rankings haven't been announced yet. Who knows, there might be a relic exploration board, a conspiracy board, or even a mud-coffee gigolo board. Then we might see your glory…"
Igula still didn't say a word.
"Actually, it's most likely that some rich woman is keeping you as her boy toy, so you wouldn't need your poor friends anymore... You get what I'm saying, right?"
Finally, Igula nodded: "I get it. Are you trying to pick a fight?"
"Huh?" Ash scratched his head. "I mean, you really shouldn't care about not appearing in the Weaving Festival list. Let's not even mention that you might appear in the next one. Actually, it's good that you didn't. Look at us, each one of us has been trapped by the Gospel and ruined. As the one who slipped through the net, you should be laughing."
So far, Hanna, Ash, and Harvey had appeared in the two lists published.
