Everyone around him had been prepared and handed him a helmet. Radvijev put it on and flew to Vanguard Stronghold. Chekov, who had been commanding the front lines, hurried over upon hearing the news.
"Guildmaster, why did you come personally?" Chekov asked curiously. Her expression was far from respectful.
For months on end, Chekov had been helping Radvijev hold the border. Working almost day and night without rest had left her exhausted, with no spare energy to flatter him.
But Chekov's expression made the already suspicious Radvijev even more distrustful. After all, ever since Chekov took office several months ago, Radvijev had indeed granted her full authority. Yet much of that authority should not have belonged to Chekov in the first place; Radvijev had obtained it only by sacrificing the interests of other shareholders and his own capable aides.
The shareholders could still be suppressed, but those who had once advised Radvijev and benefited from their ties to him had suddenly lost everything. The emptiness in their hearts was unimaginable.
These people slandered Chekov and spoke ill of her day and night. Chekov, meanwhile, showed them no courtesy. After enough time had passed, it was impossible for Radvijev not to develop doubts.
Radvijev had kept silent before because Chekov had managed the territory under his control well. But now that they were about to lose the war, and he saw Chekov's disrespectful expression, he roared in fury, "Chekov, how could you betray my trust like this? From this moment on, you are dismissed. Get out!"
Chekov froze. She stared blankly at Radvijev and the guild elders behind him, all wearing cold sneers. In that instant, her heart turned to ashes.
They were all intelligent people. Chekov saw at once why Radvijev had done this. She had never expected the person