"Star Wolf" Donnila had taken the form of a plump middle-aged man. Although this fellow bore the title "wolf," both his appearance and behavior made "Astral Husky" a far more fitting description. At least on the surface, this fat man—with his old-fashioned curled hair, ornate and bloated pale-green noble attire instead of a mage robe—looked vividly like one of those stereotypical foolish young noblemen from bardic tales. And if one looked closely at his constant tearing apart of steak since the meeting began, Donnila did not even possess the last scraps of a nobleman's outward or inner refinement.
Yet no matter how idle or rude he might be, everyone had to acknowledge that Mr. Augustine, representing the interests of the Mage Guild, was a powerful Level forty-six Morningstar spellcaster. At the same time, he was also the Guardian Alliance's nominal highest decision-maker.
Perhaps the title "Temporary Alliance Leader" sounded somewhat lacking, but those attending the meeting were all professionals of the Lawful Good alignment. In theory, they only had the right to offer suggestions concerning this war. The person ultimately qualified to make decisions was always Leader Donnila, whom Mestur had somehow found.
Yes, it was very "orderly," and very "democratic." Now that there was a leader who seemed to hold all the power on the surface, surely the elite-filled Guardian Alliance had a chance to become an epic organization of justice, right?
But in reality, this clearly drafted "Temporary Alliance Leader" possessed not the slightest sense of responsibility. For example, he was currently attending an important meeting that concerned the Guardians' fate, yet his performance as a "foolish nobleman" was perhaps a little too down-to-earth...
*The cooks here definitely don't know that I like salty ketchup. Next meeting, I'll have to speak with them properly. Sweet ketchup is absolutely