Dimensional Descent

Chapter 947 - Elder Lumin

In a particular room within the Guild House, several elders could be found shaking their heads. Among them, there were the elders who had just given Leonel his certification and Isoltihne. But, at the moment, Isoltihne was like a momma bear who had just witnessed her cub's tail being stepped on.

"Is this really what we're doing?! You can just blatantly target one of our own now?!"

"Isol, that's Shield Cross—"

"I don't care who it was?!" Isoltihne snapped. "So anyone can just accuse our Crafters as they please and then target them as long as their fist is large enough? Did you all forget that the Guild has numerous branches just like Shield Cross Stars does?! Why do we have to fear them?!"

The lips of the elders twitched.

"Come on Isol, you know we don't have the fire power to go against them. Plus, we have a symbiotic relationship."

"Oh, so you remember that too?! How could they finish their fancy little uniforms without us?! If we put our foot down and refused to Craft any more for them, what do you think would happen?! On top of that, when has a Crafter ever feared someone with power?! We could have destroyed that whole fleet with a press of a button, but you bumbling buffoons didn't even let me go help Little Leonel!"

"Did you not see?! They brought three Enforcers with them! THREE! Had you gone out, how long do you think you would have lasted?!"

coward, just say

words. She was acting like Leonel was her grandson when they had known each other for all of one day. They couldn't even reason

one thing if Leonel wasn't already one of us, but not only is he, he also has our branch's emblem. Because you all forced us to

Verse, but of the Milky Way as well. There were dozens of branches across just this Galaxy alone. They didn't particularly care about branches of other galaxies, but

setting Isoltihne's clear overprotection aside. When things were framed in that way, they were losing out not just face, but also tangible benefits, all

to complete six Bronze Grade Crafts. Granted, those materials had already been processed, but if they used

all this commotion about? What the hell

have a foot in the grave but the mouth of a belligerent teenager strolled in. Despite his frail frame, his presence seemed to command the room. If Leonel had been there, it would have only taken him a moment to realize that this old man was

"Guild Head!"

Isoltihne, as spitefully

he listened, the expression of the Guild Head only became darker and

Stars has

near growl of the old man made those who realized the complexity of the situation nearly faint. They all knew that the old man treated Isoltihne like his own daughter

In fact, there were most definitely many among those branches that would purposely stand in opposition to them just so they would lose out on a talent

they took too hard of a stance. Doing

Little Isol, our Golden Path Branch isn't made up

"Ah…"