Small Fry

"Your Excellency Allen, this is the report on the losses suffered by the villages attacked by the nobles some time ago. I've already compiled it. Fortunately, the Hunter Association's hunters stepped in to help, so the losses generally weren't too severe and shouldn't affect this year's harvest."

Yar'kilantir's mayor, Panasore, respectfully placed a list on the desk in the second-floor office of the Hunter Association headquarters.

Ordinarily, he should have been directly loyal to the King and glaring angrily at the man before him, whom outside rumors claimed intended to split off the Kingdom's territory.

But in reality, the city hall and the troops stationed here had long since become, like the Adventurer's Guild, institutions entirely subordinate to the Hunter Association.

Most of their members were even Association members outright.

Because their interests were deeply intertwined, Yar'kilantir no longer paid taxes to the royal family. Instead, it kept all its money for construction and development.

Though it still nominally belonged to the Kingdom, it and the surrounding regions had long since become semi-independent.

"Good work! Compensate every village that suffered losses according to the rules, then tell them that the Association has already avenged them." Allen casually glanced over it twice before tossing it aside.

"Understood! I will distribute all compensation funds to every villager within ten days." Mayor Panasore hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

If he had previously harbored even the slightest thought of playing both sides, then after experiencing the Night of Bloodshed, the old man had completely abandoned the Kingdom in his heart.

More than three hundred nobles had been killed, including two of the Six Great nobles. Over thirty thousand private soldiers had been slaughtered, yet the kingdom had not even dared to utter a word. That alone said enough.

From that point onward,