Sixth Tier

After hearing Chairman Gilan's words, Maive could not help but freeze where she stood.

Such domineering conduct was indeed the complete opposite of White Sage Pala's style.

Yet for some reason, Maive found herself leaning more toward Gilan's approach, and her admiration for the title of Red Sage deepened.

Her family had long suffered persecution at the hands of the Heavenly Bane Cult. To escape the Firstborn Offering System, she had been forced to undergo an alchemical transformation and leave her hometown in the name of pursuing her studies.

Yet even so, she had still been forcibly dragged into the "killing game" midway through her journey, barely surviving.

Maive harbored intense hatred toward evil occult organizations and even lone occultists.

She fervently hoped that Mr. Gilan could eradicate the evil organizations within the Bremen Empire during his tenure, preventing more innocents like herself from suffering.

"Understood, sir."

Maive placed a hand over her chest in salute and lowered her head.

Gilan nodded and continued reviewing and annotating the documents without looking up.

"Go."

"Yes, Chairman Gilan."

Maive turned and left.

The office door clicked shut once more.

The busy official work made it difficult to notice the passage of time, and before he knew it, night had fallen.

After annotating the last document, Gilan looked up and discovered that it was pitch-black outside the window.

The wall clock showed 11:05.

"So late already..."

Gilan murmured.

He could not help wondering whether his teacher had worked like this every day—rising early and returning late, faithfully carrying out his duties.

Shaking his head, he picked up the coffee Maive had brewed for him by hand, long since gone cold, and drained it in one gulp.

Thunk.

Setting down the empty cup, Gilan rose from his chair and slowly walked to the window.