Maheim raised his head. The commanders and staff sat in two rows in front of him. They were waiting for him to speak. At the front, Sedum sat silently while looking at the end of the table. It was now time for Maheim to use his loyal organization’s resources and people. Many were ‘sticky’ lifelong comrades. These were comrades who would run from the other side of the continent at his call.

“There are three problems,” Maheim spoke.

“Are we trying to snap off the Emperor’s neck? If not, please tell us freely. There haven’t been any problems that we haven’t been able to solve so far,” the first battalion commander, ‘Donini’ replied. 

He had a soft, convincing voice and a warm expression. He was already a talented warrior who had reached the first-level Awakened state. He was also in charge of information and intelligence due to his delicate and detailed nature.

Maheim laughed. Having these types of comrades was comforting.

“As you know, it’s about this Count’s stuff. It’s very troublesome. There’s no easy way out. First, the Han-Sung Clan will be looking for us soon, but we don’t really have a way to respond to their inquiry. If we don’t have something that we’re supposed to have, there’ll be misgivings. Additionally, who will believe it if we explain that we’ve been scammed?”

People coughed here and there inside...