This was not a hidden secret, but not many in the public were aware of the fact until now.
The mogul spread his arms wide, his smirk stretching until it became grotesquely triumphant.
"Exactly. F-tiers. F-tiers clearing D-rank dungeons. Not as deadweight, not as pack mules, but as important members of the crew. Tell me, ladies and gentlemen of the press, has anything like that ever happened before? Their contribution to the clear has triumphed over that of the B-tier Sasha or the B-tier Jack. Some even argue they were more useful than the A-tier Arcane Puppeteer, Vaelira."
Gasps and murmurs rippled across the room. Even the reporter looked momentarily taken aback, though she quickly recovered, scoffing as she folded her arms. "Then either the evaluation was wrong, or they've re-awakened."
Maximilian's smugness only deepened. He reached beneath the podium and produced a sheet of paper, holding it high before dramatically lowering his gaze to read from it.
