"Who are you? Who let you in?" Charles's tone grew harsher as he looked at the young man who had suddenly barged in.
At Charles's words, the corners of the young man's mouth lifted slightly.
"Um... your name is Charles, right? I'm a colleague of yours~"
"A colleague?" Charles frowned. He had met everyone in the guild, but he had no recollection whatsoever of the man before him.
Besides, the man's flippant tone stirred a trace of disgust in him.
He was just like those conceited nobles.
"Ah... nobody cares about us field operatives." The young man shook his head, looking rather forlorn.
"How heartbreaking..."
"But since you're new to management, I won't hold it against you..."
"Ahem." The young man cleared his throat. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Five of Clubs."
Five of Clubs! A numbered member!
Charles was shocked... He had assumed this was some newcomer from another department who didn't know the rules. He had never expected the man to be a big shot with a number.
A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead. Charles hurriedly bent forward and bowed.
"My apologies. I was presumptuous..."
"It's fine, it's fine... I usually work out of town and rarely return to Backlund. It's perfectly understandable that you don't recognize me." Five of Clubs chuckled sheepishly. He seemed quite easygoing, pleased by the sudden change in Charles's attitude.
"What... what brings you here today, sir?" Charles asked.
"I just finished cleaning up the mess in that little place called Tingen. I wanted to see the sights in the capital, so I came to take a look around the guild..."
"Nice office." He glanced around at the surroundings.
Tingen... The word caught Klein's attention.
He had come from Tingen himself, so he naturally knew what had happened there.