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604 Let's Begin?

Next day.

Guilds Association building.

"I've been hearing some peculiar rumours since I wasn't here yesterday. What happened?"

"Oof. It felt like the Association was going to collapse. There was this boom and then it was eeeek then kakakaka, like the building was going to lean on its side then vrrrhhmm! It was terrifying! Then the ground went aar—"

"I've heard enough! Hey you. Can you tell me what happened yesterday?"

"Oh, right. There was some slight disturbance caused by an evaluation that happened yesterday."

"Oh, I see."

"..."

As succinctly explained, the Association had suffered some level of disturbance yesterday. It was only after a formal announcement was made as to what had caused the shuddering of the massive structure that the mercenaries and all other personnel within the Association had calmed down.

Then again, most still hung on the thought of how an evaluation could cause something like this.

The rooms built for evaluations were reinforced and had a high tolerance level to impacts both physical and magical. Even in the event that they were breached by some uncanny power, the damage wouldn't affect the rest of the building.

Yet that had been the case.

All everyone heard were loud rumbles that barely lasted for twenty seconds and everything returned to normal afterwards. However, the point still remained that such a disturbance was rare.

Just what had happened in that evaluation?

Who was being evaluated in the first place?

Who knew?

Somebody, presumably.

From the open entrance to the Association, a group of people made their way in.

They were five in total; four Capital Order Knights with capes draping behind them and one woman who seemed to be of a different rank, no, a different league than them altogether.

She had short velvet hair gelled into playful curls, and sugar grey almond eyes that pinned themselves on nothing but the most important person she could find within a specified range – this was all according to her subjective view though.

At this moment, none caught her attention, so her eyes focused on nothing in particular. It even seemed like she was spacing out from not finding something that she could find interest in with her eyes.

Her focused gaze was too valuable, after all.

She wore a sleeveless white shirt, dark blue pants and high boots, giving her the guise of an ordinary person but the large, thick shield on her back said otherwise.

"Dear Listafelle! That's Lady Onarmont! She's a high ranking Capital Service official who rarely shows herself to the public!"

"High ranking?! She's Honoured level! What is she even doing here?"

"Beats me."

From the stairs a short distance from the foyer, a young lady briskly walked over to the woman with the shield behind her back, Lady Onarmont as was her name, and respectfully welcomed her to the Association.

Shortly after, she then lead the prestigious Capital Service representative to the venue for what she was here for.

.....

Onarmont was led to a large room, its decor and quality of furniture depicting that it was mainly for highly important gatherings.

Notably, it was one of four main distinguished spaces within the Guilds Association building.

The room was not empty as a fair number of individuals were already present within, seated at predetermined spots around the large, wide table. Each set of seats fit specific roles in this event.

Roles concerning this general hearing.

On one end of the table, Kurtish could be spotted with four individuals that sat behind him; his steward, his two most trusted guards and of course, a lovely woman whose gaze cheered him on silently.

On the other end, a formally dressed middle aged man sat with three figures behind him. These four were the leadership of the town that had been destroyed, Creeper's Hide-In.

On another end, there were five people, the delegation from the York Family, the relatively small Family that owned the lands. They had initially decided to let this matter slide because it concerned the Guilds Association... until Kurtish rallied the victims, forcing them to join in.

With the entry of Lady Ornamont, all three groups turned, their faces lighting up as the mediator for this hearing had arrived.

"Good afternoon," Lady Ornamont said before she found her seat and sat down.

"I sincerely hope we can hurry this up."

"Thank you for coming, Lady Onarmont. Rest assured we all wish to see this case settled as soon as possible as well," Kurtish assured, standing up as a gesture of respect.

Beyond her rank and power, Lady Ornamont was an older woman too after all.

The shield bearing woman only spared Kurtish a side glanced before scanning the room.

"Where is the representative from the Association and the so-called condemned?" she asked.

"I'm sure they will be here shortly after scrounging up some flimsy defensive excuses, I'm sure," Kurtish chortled.

He then took his seat.

'Her attitude is already... sour,' he thought.

"This man... He has no feasible support from the Association, correct?" Lady Onarmont asked without setting her eyes on anyone in the room.

"No. With your word, I'm sure we can have him pay for his crimes without any problems. Hehe."

"Pardon my tardiness," a sharply dressed man with an expensive set of spectacles walked in with quick steps that spotted both urgency and formal finesse.

He hurriedly reached a spot where everyone could see him and smiled.

It was no mystery that he was a Supervising Overseer and with his entry, the event was bound to be closer to reaching its start.

"We may begin," he said, much to everyone's surprise.

Begin?

But they were still one person short.

This hearing was about Festos and he wasn't here!

Where was the man that everyone here wanted to have judged?

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