Violet, with an extremely cautious bearing, walked into the Mercenary Guild.
She was acutely aware of her identity within the Guild this time around.
She was no longer there as a partner, but rather as a negotiator, engaging with them in conversation.
Now, both parties had no need to hold anything back, each person had to unambiguously state their stance.
Only in that way could each party clearly state their viewpoint, and avoid any misunderstandings.
The persistent and unwanted gazes that were set upon her began to lessen as she arrived at the Guild.
The instant Violet set foot in the Guild,
all the metaphorical flies and mosquitoes that had been circling her suddenly disappeared.
They were gone, all those discomforting glances that had once plagued Violet vanished.
Because everything had changed, the atmosphere suddenly darkened.
Perhaps this was due to the influence of the Mercenary Guild's environment, or it could be a strange mental illusion.
