In a hall of jade covered in white carpets, a fairly old man ate fruits cooked from the body of an A rank beast captured days ago.
His light brown hair touched his shoulders, standing, no, sitting at 5'8, he was short but hefty.
This was Fredrick.
As the head of the wealthiest guild in Lexon, he was living the life.
With money, he got resources that increased him in height, however little.
Everyday seems magical, was it not seven years ago he was sleeping in a cramped old cottage, awaiting death from the curse inflicted upon him? Now, so much had changed, he was still astounded by it.
'Hmm?'
His interest was piqued seeing his ring shine.
While the Emperor left orders…Since when did he take orders?
He'd stationed guild members to inform of any strange happenings, and then went to get himself a hearty meal.
Pulling out a scroll from it, he read through.
