Jerouch's lips curved with a knowing smirk as he pieced together the potential orchestrator behind this sudden chaos.
"Who would suffer the most if the commoners secure all the spots in the royal guild? The heirs of the most prestigious noble families," he mused, his intuition guiding him toward a shrewd realization..
Uncertainty crawled within him, yet an undeniable and steadfast conviction emerged like a beacon in the dark, compelling him to place his trust in the guidance of his intuition.
In possession of the knowledge regarding the orchestrator of their present plight, Jerouch's mind remained steadfastly focused on the situation at hand.
However, identifying the manipulative force behind his perilous circumstances provided no immediate solutions.
