Meanwhile, in a graveyard on the outskirt of Amsterdam, Netherlands.
Kevin stood up from hours of kneeling as he wiped the tears off his face, tucking the glass back to the bridge of his sharp nose. His hours of grief had finally ended as a man in silver armor walked towards him.
"Guildmaster, we just received a report. The Empress of the Arimaonga Guild has been enthroned and the son of the deceased traitor has entered the Tower.", the man paused as he handed a folder to Kevin, his head bowing a little as he extended his hand.
Kevin got used to their reverent demeanor towards him. It could be said that Sword Saint Guild was full of people akin to knights with their valiant actions and noble attitude, their reverence towards Kevin knows no bound.
Kevin flipped the golden covering of the folder, on its center was the logo of a sword being held by a hand, as the contents of the folder were unearthed to Kevin.
He took a while to read the single-paged document as the man proceeded with his words.
"As you can see from the report, the Queen, your mother, has died from an incurable curse inflicted by the traitor Necromancer. The same thing that killed the late Guildmaster, your dad.", the man uttered.
Kevin closed the folder as he moved his gaze from nothingness back to his mother's gravestone, his swollen eyes empty with emotion as his pale lips uttered.
"Revenge is not my thing but if it's for my Mom, then I will stoop low and be petty if needed.", he muttered before he turned his head and gazed at the man in silver armor.
Pressing his eyeglass to the bridge of his nose, Kevin wiped the dirt off his long sleeve as he unbuttoned the top button beside his sunken collarbone, revealing a broad chest with veins bulging discreetly.
In a sharp voice, he muttered.
"Vice Captain, please arrange my succession of the Guildmastee position, we will have a battle coming after all.", he commanded with his monotone voice and usual calm expression, the vice-captain let out a relieved smile as he bowed his head.
They then walked out of the area as a Limousine waited for them at the exit of the graveyard. Several players clad in armor walked out and greeted Kevin, their heads reaching their waists as they bowed down. The vice-captain then opened the door as Kevin hopped in.
Closing the door, the Vice Captain walked towards the other side, opened the door, and sat in front, just right beside the driver. The other players then retracted their heads as they sprinted towards their cars and followed behind the car where Kevin was as they headed to the Center of Amsterdam where a humungous Tower stood.
Inside the car, Kevin called out to the vice-captain as he remembered something.
"By the way, I have three idiot friends that I will invite to our Guild, make sure to accommodate them well. and for that Necromancer's son…"
Heaving a sigh as he paused, Kevin looked through the glass as he looked intently at the Tower. In a calm tone, he uttered. "I'd kill him."
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Inside the Tower, two days after the Tutorial had ended, Kevin walked through the long hallway of their camp.
Their base was nothing to note, it was just plain and ordinary. A vast open area with devastated grounds and craters on almost every corner was placed at the center of the base. A bland-looking barracks then enclosed the field as they were rooted on its four sides, acting like a barricade.
Kevin just attributed this dreary outlook to their guild being mainly composed of men and battle maniacs at top of that.
Walking along the hallway between the barracks and the field, Kevin was surprised to meet a familiar weapon being carried by a certain boy wearing the same emblem as theirs on his chest.
The boy was walking towards them, glancing at Kevin with a smirk roaming on his face. It was obvious that he was mocking him for an unknown reason. Kevin knitted his brows at the sight of this as he spoke.
"Who is that guy?", he asked.
Behind him, the Vice Captain stayed on guard as they strode forward.
"That is a new recruit by Captain Mordred, he is an SSS-grade player. And his name is Alon", he responded as he was already briefed about the latest happenings inside the Tower despite returning to Earth for a day.
Kevin nodded his head, still, he was curious about why did Alon hold the [Sword of Avarice]. As someone who had used it several times in the Tower, he was acquainted with the structure of the sword that even at this far distance, the minor details such as the deformity on its hilt from their fight with an SS-grade monster back in the Tutorial, had caught his attention even with the blade tucked in its scabbard.
Seconds wasted with Kevin's gaze locked with Alon's mocking stare. Kevin found this action of Alon to be unusual.
Tapping sounds as their foot stepped closer to each other, Alon's heavy steps now started to pierce Kevin's ears; his smirk became more apparent to him.
And before he could even ask Alon about the sword, Alon initiated the conversation as he paused on his steps, his large body seemed to obstruct their way forward. The Vice Captain knotted his brows at this and was about to exclaim when Kevin stopped him.
"I heard you are friends with Alab and Hiraya", Alon asked Kevin, his smirk turning wider and wider as a grin now lingered on his face.
"How did you know about that?", Kevin asked as he adjusted his eyeglass.
"HAHAHA, that's a secret"
"Then why did you ask?", Kevin muttered as he tried his best to maintain his calm demeanor.
Alon released a laugh in response as with a grin, he muttered.
"You will know soon", he muttered before he walked past the two, his upright posture mixed with conceitedness as his figure vanished into the hallway.
Left with more questions emerging in his head, Kevin brushed it all off as he was urged by the Vice Captain to head into the office.