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 so." Isoltihne

her grandson when they had known each other for all of one day. They couldn't even reason with

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 wait for the Guild Head's approval, for all we know, his heart might have grown cold

of many not only in the Dimensional 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 they were in constant competition with branches that called this place home alongside

setting Isoltihne's clear overprotection aside. When things were framed in that way, they were losing out not just

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

What the

to have a foot in the grave but the mouth of a belligerent teenager strolled in. Despite his frail frame, his presence seemed to

"Guild Head!"

Isoltihne, as spitefully as she could, recounted

the expression of the Guild Head only became

Stars has a lot of

Isoltihne like his own daughter and had for years, he was too easily influenced by

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

disadvantageous it would become to them, especially if they took too hard

Little Isol, our Golden Path

"Ah…"