As I leisurely walked into work the next morning, I found a blonde young man with a fresh smile sitting at my desk.

"Ahahaha! Looks like we were bound to meet again. I’ll be in your care."

In the end, it seemed I had been chosen as a guide for inspecting people's livelihoods.

"I made a mistake yesterday. I regret that I suddenly came in without thinking about how you would see it. I apologize for jumping the gun without following proper procedures."

"No, it’s okay, it happens. What does it matter as long as it doesn’t delay me getting off from work?"

He laughed cheerfully again at my frank remarks.

"I see! I'll make sure to defend your ability to get off work on time!"

"Thank you for that. So…"

I couldn’t figure out a proper way to address him, but he quickly introduced himself when he saw me struggling.

"My name is Za... Zan. Yes, please call me Zan, without honorifics."

With his introduction, he handed me an official order bearing the seal of Guild Director Glont.

"This is what Guild Director Glont asked me to deliver to you."

A special class-one confidential seal was stamped at the top of the document. I was taken aback for a moment. It was the first time I had ever seen a special class-one confidential document.

The “confidential”...