"Oh, I’m having a headache."

Arcanta was literally buried in documents. The endless stream of paperwork would not diminish at all even as he processed them one by one. His work had not been piled up initially, but as the examination period for the selection of civil servants drew near, various ministries started fighting each other to take in the top talent.

It was around this time that the trainees from the previous examination completed their training and got assigned to the ministries. It was understandable that the ministries would fight for the best talent because they could suffer for years if they ended up with an incompetent member.

However, things really happened at once when events started erupting. The sudden movement of demons was also becoming a problem. But the most troubling news for Arcanta now was the runaway nephew of Bloody’s, the next tribal chief of the Crow Tribe, Denburg Blade.

When he thought about the incidents Doomstone, the current head of the Crows, had caused 25 years ago when he had yet to be chosen as the successor of the village, it made his healthy stomach suddenly twitch in pain.

Back then, Arcanta had only been a seven-year-old child that sniffed his nose and had no idea of what was happening outside the world. But records of that incident had still been kept...