“Interns?” Park Joong-Ki asked.

“Yes, interns,” I answered.

Park Joong-Ki, who had been helping me with the task all this time, looked doubtful and I understood why he made that expression. I made a suggestion that we recruit interns while the guild was falling apart. I knew that he believed that no one would apply. But with our current state, it wasn’t a bad decision. As long as the public and the press worked together, people would apply, and as long as we built a nice image for our guild...

‘A young enterprise, a young guild!’

We could use venture companies as a reference and promote that the guild was a place where people were free and could be creative. Of course, the reality may be different, but it was important to at least seem that way on the outside. We needed new non-combatant staff members that were competent and wanted to work for the guild for a relatively small wage.

‘That’s why we need interns.’

“I think we should change the interior first,” I suggested.

“Excuse me?”

“I think the office looks a bit plain and I’m sure the young people of Lindel aren’t looking for a guild like this one. Let’s get rid of all the desks and by using dyeing magic, we should color the interior blue,” I said.

“That’s… I don’t really understand what you mean by changing the interior all of a sudden.” Park Joong-Ki hesitated.

“What the Blue Guild needs is innovation and there’s no way people would be able to think of new ideas while working in an environment like this. The first thing...