The Underground Mercenary Guild's Disaster

Early that morning, not only had the capital erupted into turmoil, but the Underground Mercenary Guild had also fallen into crisis. In fact, before dawn that day, while the sky was still dark, authorizations from the major Lineages and the Imperial Family had already been delivered.

Because the matter was of great importance, every additional day of delay would tie down a massive portion of the kingdom's forces, making trouble all too likely. Thus, with the Academy and the Imperial Family pushing with all their might, everything moved very quickly. The Four Great Families' residences were also within the capital. Most of it had been handled the previous night, though certain matters delayed the delivery until dawn.

After receiving the documents, the Academy steward immediately produced the proof and had someone wake the Underground Mercenary Guild's president. The poor president normally would never have risen so early.

But he knew exactly how exalted an Academy steward's status was, and he did not dare complain carelessly. Left with no choice, he got up and summoned the other upper-ranking members as well, intending to have them serve as witnesses.

"Steward, why are you up so early? It would have been fine to wait a little longer, wouldn't it?" The Underground Mercenary Guild's president yawned as he looked at the other guild executives, who had also been forced out of bed, and spoke lazily. Fortunately, they had often risen early back when they were mercenaries, so no one felt particularly uncomfortable. They could make up for the sleep later.

The Academy steward had no intention of wasting words. "Hurry and investigate the records. This matter is extremely important. You have already wasted two days; it cannot be delayed any longer." The Underground Mercenary Guild's president hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, the president furrowed