A couple of years ago, Jerome was called to the palace.
It was a meeting just between him, the prime minister, and the emperor.
He wondered what he was doing there.
He managed to become a guild master at a youthful age, to be a AAA Rank adventurer which is a rarity to achieve.
Why was he being called in the middle of the night with the most important man in the country?
Was what he was thinking as his sweat dripped to the soft red cloth carpet.
"Jerome, I am sorry to ask you to come at this hour."
The emperor said in a relaxed tone but without losing his strong tone of voice.
"N-No regrets Your Majesty, how may I be of service?"
"Yes. You see, recently the Attley heir became one of the candidates to be the new sword saint."
"I read about it in the paper. What's up with that?"
"There are too many candidates."
"Huh?"
Jerome's serious expression turned silly from what he heard.
