April 3, 2029. I read a newspaper in our hideout by England’s Bristol Channel while Boss played a game next to me.

[The English Royal Court guild partners with mercenary groups…] [The English Channel’s high-intermediate rank monster, megalodon, has been defeated by the English Royal Court guild’s Team 1. Rachel, the guild’s youngest team leader, showed exceptional skills…] [Princess Rachel has been appointed as the Royal Court guild’s youngest vice leader.] [Trust in England at an all-time low.]

The popularity of England’s leadership steadily declined. Ordinary newspapers and even the Violet Times predicted a grim future for the country.

“Hmm…”

I sighed and put down the newspaper. I couldn’t find what I wanted about entrance tickets that should be popping up soon. How much longer did I have to wait?

“Knng.”

I felt a bit sore and stood up to stretch. Then I looked around the hideout, which was about 65% complete. A lot had changed in the past 3 years. Honestly, I felt proud of the changes I made.

The dome ceiling featured crystal chandeliers and gem lights that beautifully hung down. The red vintage walls displayed art that Boss brought from her secret stash. The hideout also had many convenient facilities now. The goblin coffee shop provided the highest grade coffee. Many of my magical furniture...