Oliver keeps looking at me for too long after the panel disappears.
It isn't that he failed to understand. It's worse. He understood enough to have to decide whether saying anything about it would drive him insane, or just confirm that I'm an aberration walking around in human boots and a decent coat.
I don't blame him.
The first time I saw my class's Order, I figured the system had broken in some irreparable way too. SSS classes existed, of course, but "existing" and "appearing in front of you on your own profile" were completely different distances.
Ten years from now, only five people will be publicly recognized as holders of an Order SSS Class in all of Thirstfall's recorded history. Others might have existed, hidden, dead too young, or swallowed by some trench before they could rise, but Order is private information. Without a voluntary reveal, a contract, espionage, or a very creative autopsy using skills, no one knows the real statistic.
