Leader - a word referring to the commander who stands in the forefront; the individual at the center of a community, the one who proposes a direction for members to act.

That was the ‘leader’. Then what were the requirements to become a leader?

Martial prowess, wisdom, benevolence, fame…. There were all sorts of requisites, but all of them boiled down to one factor.

Strength, eloquent speech, natural virtue and charisma, fame and reputation…. Various methods existed, but in the end, the important thing was ‘trust’.

Whether it be fidelity, which encompassed loyalty and faith, or confidence, which instilled confidence in others, a leader as an existence required ‘trust’.

Seol Jihu subconsciously remembered Dylan, the brawny man of intelligence. His abilities were top-notch, and he led his teammates with calm judgment even in situations of unexpected danger. Although the time Seol Jihu spent with him was short, the impression he left on him was so great that Seol Jihu still thought about him from time to time.

‘What would Dylan have done?’ He asked himself this question, but he soon realized that it was meaningless.

Dylan was Dylan, and Seol Jihu was Seol Jihu.

He couldn’t deny that he was lacking in many areas compared to Dylan. However, he had his own methods. Because he let the situation deteriorate to the current mess, the idea of bringing the team together sounded a bit far-fetched. However, getting started was half the battle.

He had no intention of continuing this off-hand approach. As such, he quickly began to make his move.

At that moment, Sophie Chalet’s treatment ended. Her arm had been bent in a strange angle with her bones sticking out of her flesh, but...