The Guild's response was swift. Leon and Caesare were immediately escorted to the reception room to meet with the Guildmaster. They had stepped right into the heart of the Guild with ease when it was a place even B-rank adventurers couldn’t access easily.0

Under normal circumstances, Leon should have been excluded the moment he delivered the message. A C-rank adventurer—no different from any of the countless others—had no business being involved in something like this. That’s how serious this was.0

Thanks to Lize’s misunderstanding, the upper echelons of the Guild assumed Leon to be a Holy Knight, and they were all but convinced after seeing him accompanied by Caesare. Perhaps they even thought he was a trainee of the Holy Iron Inquisitors. There was no reason to treat someone like that as an outsider.0

Lize said, “The Guildmaster will be here shortly. If there’s anything you need in the meantime, please don’t hesitate to ask.”0

She spoke politely while arranging light refreshments on the table. Her manner had already shifted from dealing with an adventurer to that of welcoming a noble or royal.0

“No, this is already fine,” Leon said, waving a hand uncomfortably. He had expected this to happen, but he still wasn’t comfortable with the special treatment.0

Caesare sipped from his teacup without saying a word, adding to Leon’s discomfort, but fortunately, the silence didn’t last long. The heavy door opened, and the Guildmaster...0