The Author's POV
Chapter 82
Sunday, Galxicus guild 80th floor.
It was the day after the battle between me and Alex had taken place. I was currently in my father's office.
Sitting on a large grey sofa, I took a look at the office.
On the opposite side of me, my father, working on a large rosewood desk, was busy compiling a stack of paperwork.
As he compiled the paperwork on the table, his pen would drift in swift and fluent movements across the papers on his desk.
He looked incredibly efficient.
Staring at my father's desk, at eye level, a group of papers, a stack of waiter pads, a portable laptop, and multiple monitors neatly stood on top of the large desk.
On the floor, below the desk, lied a PC tower that hummed quietly. On small occasions, blue light would twinkle on top of the PC tower signaling that its power was on.
On the wall to the right, post-It notes appeared on top of a wooden board with several labels and photos marked on it.
Although the office wasn't the most organized, the number of papers on his desk just went to show how much work my father was investing every day to keep the guild afloat.
"Ren..."
As I was busy looking around, disrupting the silence, my father spoke
"Yes?"
Putting the pen in his hand down, my father's obsidian eyes stared at me.
"What do you think of our guild? Be honest"
Taken aback for a second, I leaned back on the sofa.
What did I think of the guild?
Honestly, it was bad.
From what I've seen yesterday and today, the guild wasn't united. It was split into different factions and there was an evident power struggle.
I didn't even know how they managed to keep what was happening within the guild a secret from outsiders.
I would bet Bronze or silver-graded guilds would love to capitalize on this piece of news. I mean, why wouldn't they? Although Galxicus was failing, if the guilds were looking to expand, absorbing Galxicus was the most optimal thing to do.
Especially since right now, Galxicus was only a 'guild' in name.
It was merely an empty title. It was like a shop that sold nothing. The only reason why it was still standing today was because of my parent's efforts. But that wasn't going to last long. Even they will crumble under all of that work...
As my thoughts reached thus far, I couldn't help but be reminded of the fact that my parents were still working on a Sunday. Not once did they rest.
...If things proceeded to continue like this, I wouldn't give the guild a year before it would be forced to dissolve.
Hesitating for a bit, I looked at my father's earnest expression and shared my thoughts.
"If I had to be honest...terrible"
"The guild members instead of being united are clearly split into factions and..."
As I recounted my honest thoughts, nodding his head, Ronald sighed.
"Judging from the way you are speaking, I can already guess you've already figured out how things are going within the guild."
Glancing at the piles of paper below him, a trace of sadness appeared in my father's eyes as he murmured
"...Sadly the guild is in a state of heavy decline"
Stacking the papers on his desk neatly, leaning on his chair, my father looked towards the ceiling
plan was to one day let you be the
this guild onto you so that in the future you would carry it to greater
my father took out a silver key from his pocket and
-Clank!
drawer, my
it for a second. A hint of nostalgia appeared in
fight yesterday, I observed that despite having a great defense, you lacked something important. At first, I thought it was an attacking art, but after I put more thought into it, I
book, my
"Here"
Tough he looked stoic and indifferent, his eyes carried warmth within them. Whatever he was giving me, it was definitely precious
"...Thank you"
took the
never forget his
[★★★ Drifting steps]
speed will increase. Unless user stops, speed will continuously increase until the user either runs out of mana or due
"Tssss..."
I needed. A movement
at my father, he had an all-knowing look. As though
he wasn't a
I
F+ rank...I could feel that I was
I was busy admiring the book, pointing at the book, my father
and I'm technically not supposed to be giving
that it's against the rules as I would normally need to acquire the permission of the board before being allowed to
around, my father looked at the window of the office. Towards the busy streets of
looking at the state of the guild, I don't see the
back still facing me, my father, Ronald Dover resolutely
around and in a solemn
to set up a different branch
"A branch?"
tilted my
why set up
you're going to lead
"What!?"
looked at my father with
still in my first year in the
to operate a branch would mean that I wouldn't even have time to attend my lectures, let alone
the streets below
either a
who dictates their own will. Although setting up a branch of a failing guild seems
occurred to me as I looked
"...you don't mean"
to set up a
A mercenary group.
group composed of talented unaffiliated individuals who do tasks for money. Be it killing
just as influential as some of the top
my father was asking me to set up a mercenary
on my chin, I
a mercenary
It was possible.
it was
mercenary
to set up a
least one individual with a Hero
a recommendation from
the academy, with the recommendation of my father, setting up a mercenary corp
Creating my own organization...
idea did
with people
the more I started realizing that this
according to plans,
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