"Guild Master? How can I help you?"
Cold sweat trickled down the Unit Leader's face as he answered.
There was an invisible pressure that was coming off of the phone call at the moment. It was making it hard for him to keep himself composed.
And then, the Guild Master's voice echoed.
—...How do you feel about the current articles?
It was soft, and yet, it powerfully rang in the Unit Leader's ears.
Swallowing his saliva, he managed to mumble,
"Pardon?"
—The articles regarding Clash of Swords. How do you feel about them?
"Ah, that..."
'Why is he asking about that?' The Unit Leader kept those thoughts to himself. Carefully thinking about his next words, he slowly said,
"...Well, they are a bit troubling. There's a lot of falsehood in them."
—Is that so?
"Ah, yes."
The Unit Leader swallowed another mouthful of saliva.
