He even quickened his pace for a couple of steps, getting ahead of Haimo to thoughtfully grasp the door handle with his gem-ring-covered hands and open the door as wide as it would go.
"Lord Haimo, mind the threshold."
With that smile on his face, Royman even bowed slightly and made a textbook gesture of invitation.
"..."
Eina felt her glasses nearly slip off.
She blinked hard, wondering whether she had been working so much these past few days that she was hallucinating.
Was this President Royman, the man called the Guild's pig, who usually sat in his office ordering people around and did nothing but count money and berate people?
The contrast was far too great!
"President Royman?"
Eina called out tentatively.
Only upon hearing her voice did Royman turn his head, as though he had just noticed someone else in the room.
When he turned toward Eina, the smile plastered across his face faded a little, but his expression still looked somewhat stiff.
"Ah, it's... ah."
Remembering this Half-Elf in the Guild, Royman immediately cleared his throat, recovering a little of his dignity as her superior.
"Ahem... in any case, thank you for staying here all this time."
"Oh, and you."
"Starting today, all Guild business concerning the Haimo Familia, including quest settlements, intelligence updates, supply allocations, and so on..."
"You will handle all of it personally."
"I'll grant you special authorization. You may draw supplies directly from the warehouse without going through those tedious approval procedures."
"Make absolutely certain you serve Lord Haimo and his familia well."
"Huh? Me? Their dedicated adviser?"
Hearing Royman, who had always discriminated against her Half-Elf blood, suddenly speak to her so politely...
Eina was bewildered.
Although she did serve as an adviser to some adventurers...
Such treatment, with full responsibility and