The Martial Unity

"The Kandrian Throne War is an opportunity of a lifetime," Guildmaster Bradt remarked with steely composure. "It would be beyond remiss of me not to capitalize on this opportunity, for it is one that could propel me to the zenith."

Rui recalled his conversation with Decker. "Ambitious."

"I seem to recall that you are indebted to me," Guildmaster Bradt narrowed his eyes as he eyed Rui. "Care to repay me now that you are a Martial Senior?"

Rui raised an eyebrow. "What would you have me to do?"

"I would have you supply me with the contribution you made to the Martial Union," Guidlmaster Bradt replied, uncaring for Master Ceeran's reaction.

Rui let out a mirthless laugh. "We both know that my debt to you does not reach even a tenth of what you're asking for, even if I take into account interest on that debt."

"In that case…" Guildmaster Bradt replied. "Perhaps it would be more prudent to let both the interest and your power accrue. The youngest Martial Senior in history surely will have more to offer in the future."

Rui's expression became complicated. "I'd rather you make your demands right here and now."

"You wish," He snorted. "I will wait for you to become a Master or perhaps even a sage. Then, I will extract you a favor with the highest ROI, the likes of which this world has never seen. It would be a shame to reap an asset before it has reached its zenith."

informed Rui as he turned away. "It would be

followed by two Martial Masters, leaving Rui

man's retreating figure, finally taking a seat with Ceeran. "In his eyes, I'm no different from shares of a company that he hopes will grow astronomically

of friendship. He wondered if a man like Guildmaster Bradt

Bodies," Master Ceeran narrowed his

to bully him. On top of that, he's firmly in the Ranea Faction, she's not

Ceeran's expression morphed into one of enlightenment

with a non-disclosure

Martial Union became the most powerful Martial organization in East Panama, along with the

had gained an edge over them, as Master Krakule pointed out when they

of energy rippled through the

has arrived," Master Ceeran directed an enthused glance to the entrance as many people spotted the extravagant carriage pull up to the viewing gallery, with dozens

bodyguards swiftly stepped out, clearing out a path

at the princess as she stepped

a much older and more mature appearance than Princess Rafia did, clearly more than just a generation older. The moment she stepped out, the crowds

"All hail Princess Ranea!"