Meanwhile, in the president's office on the top floor of the Adventurer's Guild, Ryley was, unsurprisingly, being complained at by Vivian.
"Alright, alright, it was my fault, okay?" Ryley surrendered. "I only wanted to lend you a hand. How did it turn into this?"
The president of the Lamigium Adventurer's Guild wore a helpless expression, as though Vivian had pestered her into submission long ago.
But Vivian still maintained the same attitude.
"No matter what, this is a matter within our own squad. Forcing yourself into it like that isn't good for you either, is it?"
Vivian was still holding a grudge.
But Vivian was not wrong.
"If word gets deliberately spread by someone with ill intentions that you, as the president, casually interfere in adventurer squad affairs—especially something as sensitive as compensation—other adventurer squads may end up becoming estranged from you. Is that really alright?"
Vivian could not hide her concern.
This was not alarmist talk.
Ryley understood that if what she had done today was mishandled and exploited by someone with ulterior motives, trouble would be inevitable.
However, Ryley was not too worried.
"Do you think my three years as president in Lamigium have been for show?" Ryley smiled. "Situations like this will be snuffed out before they ever have a chance to arise. Others may not know that, but don't you?"
Hearing Ryley say that, Vivian finally felt somewhat relieved.
Just as Ryley understood Vivian, Vivian understood Ryley very well. She knew exactly how meticulous the only daughter of that great noble family was. Ryley would never allow such a possibility to occur.
Other people in power might only display their abilities after an incident had happened, resolving it perfectly, showing the world their wisdom and skill, and earning praise from everyone. But Ryley was different. She