"It's tomorrow."
Night fell. In a secluded, remote residence within Fagard City, a young man who looked to be around twenty-two or twenty-three was frowning deeply.
"Young Master, you should rest early."
"How can I sleep?"
The man retorted, his gloomy gaze turning toward him. "Why? Why did it have to be this time? Why has the situation surrounding the competition become so complicated?!"
Originally, if nothing unexpected happened, with his father's arrangements, the Hunting Competition championship had practically already been in his pocket.
The only opponent who posed even a slight threat to him was that little girl who had obtained a Secret Realm inheritance through sheer luck.
She did have some strength, but under the careful arrangements of him and his father, she would not be able to stir up much trouble.
But now, only a few days before the competition began, they had suddenly learned that people from other kingdoms would be participating as well!
This completely shattered their original plans.
One had to know that among the many kingdoms, the Doria Kingdom was practically at the bottom.
The number of geniuses in other kingdoms far surpassed that of the Doria Kingdom, which meant that in this competition, he had instantly gone from the second strongest participant to someone who might not even make the top ten!
How was he supposed to win the championship now?
If he could not win this Hunting Competition, then the family business...
More than anyone else, Satter understood that the reason the Morin Family held such an extraordinary position in the kingdom was fundamentally because of its kingdom-wide, influential alchemy merchant guild business.
If their family's alchemy business continued to be eaten away by the Nolun Merchant Guild, then before long, once their share of the kingdom's alchemy market fell below