"E-EEEEEKKKKKK!!!" A loud voice pierced the air. The sound though annoying, was understandable in light of the circumstances.
The middle aged man before me—and the rest of the leaders—looked petrified with shock and fear.
'Ah, aren't you just overreacting?' I nearly rolled my eyes, but I decided to maintain my calm facade.
"H-Hero... isn't t-that—!!!"
Sighing internally, at this point, I approached the Vice Guildmaster of Dulum and touched his quivering shoulder.
"It's fine, Zabdel... she's my slave."
*
*
*
Moments earlier, I had returned from yet another excruciating round of formulating brilliant strategies to attain victory.
Spoiler alert, I still had no idea how to achieve this.
Everyone—Sarah, Byron, Lucy, and Lilith—was awaiting my arrival. They were already prepared to leave for the meeting, so all we had to do was wait for things to fly on the Adventurers' end.
