Chapter 531 - Guild
Astron sat on the edge of the bed, letting the softness of the mattress sink under his weight as he leaned back against the pillows. The hotel room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning.
After the last few days, the silence was welcome, almost soothing. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind wandering over the events in Shange Town. The mission was done, the report was sent, and now he was back in Riko City with a rare day to himself.
The hotel room was quite fancy. After all, the hotel that he was in was an expensive one. It seemed that when he finished the mission with a good result, he would be rewarded like this.
A small desk sat in the corner, a lamp casting a warm, yellow glow over it. His gear was already unpacked and neatly stored away, leaving nothing but time to relax.
As he stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought, his smartwatch buzzed on the nightstand beside me. The sudden vibration snapped him out of his reverie, and he reached over to pick it up. The screen lit up with an incoming call.
Astron sat up a little straighter as he answered the call, Reina's familiar voice coming through the speaker. The warmth in her tone was evident, a stark contrast to the often cold and detached demeanor she maintained during missions.
"Astron," Reina greeted, her voice carrying a hint of approval. "I see you've settled in nicely. Enjoying the luxury?"
Astron glanced around the hotel room, taking in the understated elegance of the space. It was a far cry from the bleak and oppressive atmosphere of Shange Town. The soft glow of the lamp, the plushness of the bed, and the quiet hum of the air conditioning were all reminders that he was no longer in the midst of danger.
"Not bad."
Reina's soft chuckle came through the line. "You've earned it, Astron. The organization recognizes talent when it sees it, and you've proven a lot over the last few missions. This is just a small token of appreciation."
"The situation in Shange Town was particularly... delicate," Reina continued, her tone becoming more serious. "But you handled it with the precision and care we've come to expect from you. The higher-ups were impressed. Not many would have managed to bring that case to a close with as little collateral damage as you did."
"Thank you," he said simply, his voice betraying none of the weight he still carried from the mission.
Reina's voice took on a more formal tone, the warmth from earlier replaced by the steely professionalism that Astron had come to expect from her. "Now that you've completed your second mission, we're almost at the end of our agreement. There's only one more mission left, just as we discussed."
Astron's gaze flicked back to the ceiling, his mind already turning over the possibilities of what the final mission could entail.
He had made a deal with Reina not out of a desire for recognition but because he needed time to sort out his own plans and pursue goals that didn't align perfectly with the organization's interests.
"I remember," Astron replied, his voice steady. "This was the arrangement I requested. Three missions in one week, and then the remaining time is mine."
"Indeed," Reina confirmed. "You asked for the freedom to focus on your own objectives, and I agreed on the condition that you complete the three missions we assign to you. But you knew the stakes—each mission would be hard, especially for someone newly promoted to Adept. The higher-ups want to see if you can handle the pressure."
Astron nodded to himself, recalling the conversation they'd had. He knew he was taking on a significant risk with this deal, but he had been confident in his abilities and capacity to see the missions through. The challenges didn't deter him—they were necessary steps toward a greater goal.
"I never make deals that I'm not confident I can fulfill," he said calmly.
"That seems to be the case," Reina acknowledged, her tone indicating that she, too, was confident in his abilities. "Normally, the final mission we had planned for you was going to be significantly harder, something that would truly push you to your limits. But circumstances have changed.
The field you were supposed to be sent to encountered an unexpected situation, and the mission was pushed further down the line."
Astron's brow furrowed slightly as he processed her words. This wasn't what he had expected, but he knew better than to question the organization's decisions without cause.
Reina went on, "However, after reviewing your performance in Shange Town, it's clear that the mission you completed there was far more complex and challenging than we initially evaluated. The case's intricacies and the way you handled it—bringing it to a close with such precision—have given me more than enough material to present to the higher-ups. Your work there exceeded expectations."
Astron's expression remained stoic, though a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes. "So what does that mean for my final mission?"
"It means that your last mission won't be as complex as originally intended," Reina explained. "In fact, it's going to be something you're already quite proficient at."
"And what exactly does that entail?" Astron asked, his voice steady but with a trace of intrigue.
"For your final mission," Reina replied, "you'll be sent to a guild that operates under our organization's purview. Specifically, you'll be taking part in raids on gates as a Hunter Intern. The guild needs additional support for its operations, and your skills are well-suited for this task. It's straightforward, but it will allow you to demonstrate your capabilities in a different setting."
Astron considered her words for a moment.
'I had been expecting something more grueling, but it seems that will not be the case.'
A raid on gates as a Hunter Intern? That was within his wheelhouse, something he could handle with relative ease compared to the intricate investigations and supernatural dealings he'd been involved in recently.
'Not bad. I also need to warm up against monsters.'
It worked for him on both ends, making it
"Understood," he finally said, his voice calm.
Reina's tone softened further, and there was a hint of approval in her voice. "Good. The guild will be expecting you tomorrow. I'll send the details to your device. Complete this mission, and you'll have fulfilled our agreement. After that, you'll have the time you need to pursue your own objectives."
"Understood."
With that, the line went silent as Reina ended the call, leaving Astron alone in the quiet of his hotel room. He placed the smartwatch back on the nightstand, his mind already shifting to the upcoming mission.
'I guess I should be grateful.'
Whether or not he needed to get ready.
'Though I should train a little bit; my hands are itching.'
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RUFF!
The train hummed steadily beneath me, a low vibration that resonated through the luxurious cabin. I sat at a small, elegantly set table, finishing off the last of the meal that had been served—something far more refined than the usual fare.
Here, everything was designed for comfort: plush seating, soft lighting, and even a bed tucked into the corner.
The train ride to Nexoria City would take seven hours, plenty of time to rest, reflect, and prepare for the next mission. The journey was long, but the luxury of this train made it more of a retreat than a commute.
As I sipped the last of the tea, my mind wandered to the upcoming task. Nexoria City, the second-largest city in the Valerian Federation, was a bustling metropolis. It was also a place I had visited once before with the club.
The memories of that visit were rather filled with action, but I could still recall the towering skyscrapers and the constant buzz of activity that filled the air.
This mission felt different, not because of its difficulty, but because it was a return to a familiar place under very different circumstances.
This time, I wasn't a student on a school trip but a Hunter Intern tasked with supporting guild operations during gate raids.
I set the empty teacup down on the small table beside me, the soft clink of porcelain breaking the otherwise quiet ambiance of the luxurious train cabin. The setting sun cast a warm, golden glow over the interior, creating an almost surreal atmosphere of comfort and calm.
But my thoughts were far from restful.
'Nexoria City... the wilderness, the fields... it makes sense that the guild operates there,' I mused, reaching for my smartwatch. The screen lit up as I navigated to the mission details that had been provided.
As expected, the information was sparse—just enough to give me a framework without delving into unnecessary specifics. The name of the guild was prominently displayed: Vanguard Haven.
It is a mid-ranked guild but well-regarded for its efficiency and the skill of its members. They weren't the biggest or the most prestigious, but they had a solid reputation and were known for handling high-stakes missions with a precision that rivaled top-tier guilds.
However, the real reason for my involvement became clear as I read further.
Mission Brief:
Objective: Support Vanguard Haven in maintaining control over their assigned gates.
Guild Status: Under significant pressure from rival guilds.
Purpose: The guild has been struggling to maintain its position due to increasing competition in the area. Your presence as a Hunter Intern from Arcadia Hunter Academy will not only bolster their operational capacity but also enhance their prestige, providing a strategic advantage in the ongoing territorial disputes.
It wasn't just about lending a hand; my participation was as much a strategic move as it was a test of my capabilities.
In a city like Nexoria, where competition among guilds was fierce, maintaining control over gate rights was a matter of survival. The wilderness surrounding the city was filled with 'Fields'—areas teeming with monsters that hunters could clear without the bureaucratic oversight involved in gate disputes.
But these fields were dangerous. Without the structured environment of a gate, the unpredictability of the monsters, the terrain, and even the rival guilds posed significant risks.
It was a different kind of battlefield, one where politics might take a back seat, but the stakes were just as high, if not higher.
'Fields...' I thought, my fingers tapping idly on the screen. 'No legal rights, no restrictions, just survival and the hunt.'
The brief mentioned that Vanguard Haven was under significant pressure, likely from other guilds aiming to seize control of the lucrative gates and fields around Nexoria.
That was why I was being sent there—not just as a temporary support but as a symbol. Being from Arcadia Hunter Academy gave me a certain status, and my presence was intended to send a message to the guild's rivals.
'Makes sense.'
Well, in the end, I just needed to kill a bunch of monsters, and that was it. There was no need to complicate it.
Just like that, the train moved on.
Chapter 532 - Guild (2)
The train began to slow as the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon, casting a soft, golden hue across the landscape. Nexoria City was coming into view, its towering skyscrapers a stark contrast to the wilderness that surrounded it.
The city was waking up, but the atmosphere was already charged with a sense of purpose—a city of hunters, always ready, always on edge.
As the train came to a halt, I gathered my belongings, my mind already shifting gears to the task ahead. The cabin door slid open with a soft hiss, and I stepped out into the brisk morning air. The platform was surprisingly quiet, with only a few early risers moving about.
Standing near the exit, a woman caught my eye. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, her posture rigid and her expression serious. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and she held a tablet in one hand, her eyes scanning the crowd with practiced efficiency.
As soon as she saw me, she straightened even further, if that was possible, and approached with a measured stride. "Astron Natusalune?" she asked, her voice calm but carrying an underlying tone of authority.
I nodded, meeting her gaze evenly. "That's me."
"Welcome to Nexoria City," she said, extending a hand in a gesture that was more formal than friendly. "I'm Liana Marcellus, the assistant to the Guild Master of Vanguard Haven. I've been assigned to escort you to the guild and brief you on the situation."
I shook her hand, noting the firmness of her grip and the cool professionalism in her demeanor. "Thank you."
She nodded curtly and turned on her heel, leading the way out of the station. "The guild is expecting you, Mr. Natusalune. We've prepared everything for your arrival. The situation here is tense, as you might have been briefed. We're facing significant pressure from rival guilds, and your presence is intended to bolster our position."
As we walked, Liana continued to provide a succinct overview of the current state of affairs in Nexoria. The streets were beginning to fill with people, most of them hunters and those who supported the hunting industry. Nexoria was a city built on the edge of danger, and its inhabitants were accustomed to the constant threat that came with living so close to untamed fields.
"Our primary concern at the moment is maintaining control over several key gates and fields," Liana explained as we exited the station and made our way toward a sleek, black car parked nearby. "There have been increased movements from rival guilds, and while the Vanguard Haven has held its own, the competition is fierce."
I listened carefully, taking in the details she provided. The car door opened with a soft click, and I slid into the back seat. Liana took the front passenger seat as the driver nodded in acknowledgment and pulled away from the station.
"The Guild Master is looking forward to meeting you," Liana added, her tone slightly softer now that we were inside the car. "Your reputation as the Arcadia Hunter Academy Student will certainly help us; at least, that is what we wish for."
I simply nodded in response to that since she was just briefing.
The city's skyline passed by outside the window, a mix of towering buildings and the distant silhouette of the wilderness beyond.
It was a place of contrasts, where civilization met the wild and where survival often depended on the sharpness of one's skills and the strength of one's resolve.
'But still similar to that time.'
The Nexoria City Trip somehow held quite a bit of time in my memories. That attack that happened in the museum, the first Moonstone and seeing Kaya Hartley in action.
In one way or another, this place was where I had experienced my first deviation from the storyline of the game.
"We'll be at the guild shortly," Liana said as the car turned onto a wide boulevard lined with modern buildings. "If you have any questions or need anything, please don't hesitate to ask."
I considered her words for a moment before asking, "What's the general plan? You must have been informed that I won't be able to stay here for long."
Liana nodded, her expression shifting to a more businesslike demeanor. "Yes, we've been informed. You'll be with us for three days only. But that's sufficient for our purposes. Following next week, many other interns from various institutions will also be joining us. Your presence here is actually laying the groundwork for the future manpower that's about to come."
"So you're planning to use me as a face?" I asked, my tone more observant than questioning.
Liana didn't hesitate, and her tone was straightforward. "That's indeed the case. While you might not be one of the most famous students at Arcadia Hunter Academy, simply having a student from such a prestigious institution lends us credibility. It makes others believe that we're capable of attracting top talent, even at the intern level."
She paused for a moment, glancing back at me before continuing, "This will open up the potential for more manpower from the organization. By using you as a figurehead, we can bring in more young Adepts without raising too much suspicion. It's a strategic move—both for the guild and for the organization you represent."
I nodded, absorbing the information. Their plan was sound, leveraging my presence to bolster their standing and attract additional resources. It was a tactic I could respect—efficient, with a clear goal in mind.
"I understand," I replied, my voice calm. "As long as the mission objectives are clear and I can operate effectively, I have no issues with that."
Liana allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of her mouth, perhaps in relief at my straightforward acceptance of the situation. "Good. I think you'll find that our guild operates with a similar mindset. We value efficiency and results above all else."
The car continued its smooth ride through Nexoria City, the tall buildings giving way to a more specialized district filled with facilities clearly geared towards hunters and guild operations. It was evident that this area was dedicated to the business of monster hunting—training grounds, equipment shops, and medical facilities lined the streets.
As we neared our destination, Liana added, "The Guild Master will brief you personally once we arrive. He's eager to meet you and discuss how we can best utilize your skills during your time here."
"Looking forward to it," I replied, my mind already turning to the tasks that awaited me. The next three days would be crucial, both for the guild's immediate needs and for the longer-term strategy they were putting into place.
'At the same time, it can also act as a future station for me.'
If I were to make a good impression here, I could build a reputation. Before, I was not that interested in such things, and I still do not favor fame.
But at the same time, I started thinking about my plans with a little change.
Now that I have good backing and my stats and other things have significantly improved, changing the approach could also prove to be better and more efficient.
As the car pulled up to the guild building, I took in the sight before me. The structure was impressive, a testament to the wealth and resources that even a mid-ranked, B-rank guild like Vanguard Haven could command.
It was a multi-story building, sleek and modern, with large glass windows that reflected the morning sun. The architecture was a blend of functionality and style, designed to project an image of both power and professionalism.
'Befitting of a guild with significant influence in a city like Nexoria,' I thought as I stepped out of the car.
Despite being mid-ranked, the guild clearly had access to considerable capital. The monster-hunting industry was lucrative, and even a B-rank guild could command large sums of money.
This was one of the reasons why many corporations in history had tried to take over the industry—it was profitable, and the potential for growth was immense.
Liana led the way, her stride confident as we approached the entrance. The inside of the building was just as impressive as the outside—polished floors, modern furnishings, and a layout that spoke to both efficiency and comfort.
The reception area was staffed by well-dressed attendants who greeted us with polite nods as we passed.
"This way," Liana said, guiding me toward a set of elevators. "The Guild Master's office is on the top floor."
I nodded, following her into the elevator. The ride up was smooth, and I could feel the subtle shift in pressure as we ascended. My mind was already working through the possibilities of what the Guild Master might expect and how I could leverage this experience for future opportunities.
When the elevator doors opened, we stepped out into a corridor lined with large windows that offered a sweeping view of Nexoria City.
The city sprawled out beneath us, a mixture of towering skyscrapers and the distant, untamed wilderness that surrounded it.
Liana led me down the corridor to a set of double doors, intricately carved with the guild's emblem—a shield with a crossed sword and spear, symbolizing protection and strength.
She knocked once, and after a moment, a voice from within called for us to enter.
The Guild Master's office was spacious, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The decor was tasteful, with dark wood furnishings and shelves lined with books, artifacts, and trophies from past hunts. Behind a large, imposing desk sat the Guild Master himself.
He was a man in his late forties, with a strong build and an air of authority. His short-cropped hair was graying at the temples, and his sharp blue eyes assessed me as I entered the room. He stood to greet me, extending a hand.
"Astron Natusalune, I presume," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "Welcome to Vanguard Haven. I'm Guild Master Toren Vanek."
I took his hand, noting the firm grip. "Thank you, Guild Master Vanek. It's a pleasure to be here."
He gestured for us to sit, and once we were settled, he leaned back in his chair, studying me with a discerning gaze. "I've heard a lot about you from Shanks."
"You knew Warden Shanks?"
"Haha…" Toren chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to echo through the room. "That's right," he said, leaning back in his chair as he recalled the past. "Shanks and I go way back. We were in the same base when we were trainees, cutting our teeth on missions that were often more dangerous than they had any right to be.
We spent years working together as Adepts, and there's no one I trust more in the field."
He paused, his sharp blue eyes locking onto mine, the weight of his words clear. "When I called Shanks, he told me about you and what you accomplished in Veilcroft. I knew I had to bring you here. He spoke highly of your abilities, and coming from him is no small compliment."
I nodded.
When on the mission, Shanks looked serious, so it made sense to me that it was rare for someone like Shanks to vouch for another.
And the fact that he had done so for me must have meant a lot to him. It wasn't just a matter of professional respect; it was a connection forged through shared experiences and mutual understanding.
Toren continued, his tone serious. "According to him, your performance in Veilcroft was impressive, to say the least. That's why you're here now."
I met his gaze, my expression calm. "I appreciate the trust, Guild Master Vanek. I'll make sure it's well-placed."
"I have no doubt you will," Toren replied, his voice steady. "Shanks wouldn't have recommended you if he didn't believe in your capabilities. And from what I've heard, you more than lived up to his expectations. Your work in Veilcroft was top-notch, and it's clear you have a sharp mind for strategy as well as a strong hand in combat.
And considering your rank in the Arcadia Hunter Academy, which was recorded before you even went under training, I think I can expect much from you in terms of combating."
He leaned forward slightly, his expression thoughtful. "That's exactly what we need here at Vanguard Haven."
Chapter 533 - Guild (3)
"That's exactly what we need here at Vanguard Haven."
Toren stood up from his seat, the chair creaking slightly as he moved. He tapped a few commands into the device on his desk, and almost immediately, a detailed hologram of Nexoria City and the surrounding lands appeared in the air before us. The projection was sharp and vivid, with various points of interest highlighted in different colors.
On the map, I could see several locations marked prominently. Twenty-five of them were clearly identified as gates, while six others were marked as fields—sprawling areas of wilderness where monsters roamed freely.
Toren gestured to the hologram, his expression serious as he began to explain. "This is the current state of our operations. Vanguard Haven has control over twenty-five gates at present.
As a B-rank guild, we're allocated one slot for a rank-8 gate, two slots for rank-7 gates, four slots for rank-6 gates, eight slots for rank-5 gates, and the remaining ten slots are split between seven rank-4 gates, and three rank-3 gates."
He paused, allowing me to absorb the information before continuing. "As you can already expect, the rank-3 and rank-4 gates are primarily used to train our newer recruits and prospects since they're less challenging and offer a controlled environment for developing skills. But as you move up the ranks, the stakes—and the rewards—increase significantly. That's where the real business is.
Especially for us."
I studied the hologram, noting the locations of the various gates and fields. The rank-8 gate was positioned near the outskirts of the city, close to one of the larger fields. It was clear that this gate required the most experienced hunters, given its proximity to the wilderness and the high level of danger it posed.
'Most likely, the Guild Master and the high-ranking guild members will be the ones who are responsible for that gate.'
In a way, the formation of the gates and their allocations were made in such a manner. Since most of the time, the stronger person is either the guild master or the guild master's associate.
"The fields," Toren continued, his voice steady, "are where things get a bit more complicated. Unlike the gates, there are no regulations, no restrictions. They're open season for any guild or hunter willing to take the risk. The monsters there are unpredictable, and the terrain can be treacherous. But the rewards are substantial—rare materials, powerful monsters, and the chance to claim territory."
He pointed to the six marked locations on the hologram, each one representing a different field. "We currently have a presence in all of these fields, but our hold on them is not absolute. Rival guilds are always looking for an opportunity to take over, especially if they think we're stretched too thin. That's where your role comes in."
Toren's gaze locked onto mine, his expression serious. "During your time here, you'll be working with our teams to reinforce our positions in gates."
"For gates."
"That is right. Since neither the organization and the Arcadia Hunter Academy do not permit their students to participate actively in the fields, we will not be able to utilize you in the fields."
I nodded as Toren explained the situation. The restrictions on participating in fields were something that I already knew, and they also made sense.
The fields are much more dangerous and fiercely contested than gates.
For students like me, who weren't officially affiliated with any guilds and were here for internships, the academy and the organization had rules in place to ensure our safety and maintain their own reputation.
"That's fine by me," I said, acknowledging the limitation. "I'm more experienced with dungeons and gates as well. It's where I can be most effective."
Toren seemed pleased with my response. "Good. Given the current climate, with competition growing fiercer, we've had to allocate more of our seasoned personnel to the fields. This leaves us a bit short-handed when it comes to clearing gates, especially the higher-ranked ones. That's where you come in. Your job will be to assist the team we've assigned you to.
It's one of our most promising teams, and they've been making significant strides in recent months."
He tapped a few more commands into his device, and a file was sent directly to my smartwatch. "I'm sending you the details of your teammates now. There are five members in total: two tanks, two vanguards, and one rearguard. Each one of them has been carefully selected for their skills and compatibility within the team dynamic."
I opened the file on my smartwatch and scanned through the profiles. As expected, they were all seasoned hunters, each with their own unique strengths.
The two tanks were:
Kurt Arlen: A heavily armored warrior with an impressive physical defense. Known for his ability to absorb massive amounts of damage and protect his team in the heat of battle.
Gareth Vale: A specialist in barrier magic, capable of both offensive and defensive spells. His barriers were renowned for their resilience and adaptability in chaotic situations.
The vanguards were:
Dorian Lehn: A dual-wielding swordsman with exceptional speed and agility. His fighting style was fluid and unpredictable, making him a formidable force on the front lines.
Elena Saris: A battle mage who combined close-range combat with elemental magic. Her versatility allowed her to adapt to different combat scenarios, providing support where it was needed most.
Finally, the rearguard was:
Lila Faye: A mage who specialized in rapid casting. Unlike some mages who focused on sheer firepower, Lila's strength lay in her ability to cast spells with incredible speed and precision. She was a summoner and a wind magic user, capable of quickly adapting to changing battle conditions.
Her primary summon was a golem, a formidable entity that could regenerate as long as it was supplied with enough mana. This made her summon not just a powerful ally but also a resilient one, capable of withstanding prolonged battles.
As I reviewed the profiles, it was clear that each member brought something unique to the team. They were well-balanced, with a mix of offensive and defensive capabilities, and Lila's role as a summoner added an extra layer of versatility to their strategies.
'Indeed. It is rare to see a summoner.'
Maybe one of the rarest types of magic was summoning, though there is dark magic.
'And the fact that she is most proficient in rapid casting must be because of the fact that her mana pool would be smaller for higher firepower spells.'
It made sense, as for someone to be a summoner, they need to have an immense amount of mana pool, but at the same time, since being a mage is mostly looked more favorable, those with higher mana pool would become mages if they could.
And because they can't become mages thanks to the lack of their magical talent, especially in terms of calculations and comprehension, they become summoners.
That is why summoners are rare.
Having a mana pool big enough to supply a summon and having a magic talent is not enough to become a mage.
These two conditions are rather hard to meet.
But from the document alone, I could easily say that the summoner, Lila, was a hard worker. Toren leaned back in his chair, the hologram map still casting a faint glow over the room. He looked at me with a mix of professionalism and understanding.
"The work will start at 7 A.M.," he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "You'll have some time before the team arrives at the guild, so if you want, we can arrange for you to have breakfast and then get some rest. Normally, I'd insist on giving you more time to recover, but given the urgency of our situation and your tight schedule, we can't afford to lose any time."
I nodded, appreciating his directness.
'Not bad of a leader. He is good at directing the conversation and also presenting himself as someone light-hearted if things can be.'
The stakes were high, and while rest was important, the pressing nature of the mission took priority.
"That's fine," I replied. "I am already used to traveling. And the train was already comfortable enough, so you can count it as resting."
Toren gave a satisfied nod. "Good to hear. I've already arranged for a room in the guild's quarters. It's not as luxurious as the hotel you stayed in, but it's comfortable, and you'll have everything you need to prepare for the mission."
The mention of the guild quarters reminded me that this wouldn't be a leisurely stay. I had chosen this path, knowing that the upcoming days would be filled with action, and I was ready to dive into the work.
"Thank you," I said, rising from my seat. "I'll take you up on that offer for breakfast, and then I'll get settled in."
Toren stood as well, extending his hand once more. "I'm glad to have you on board, Astron. I'm confident that your presence will make a significant difference for the guild."
We shook hands, and with that, the meeting was concluded. Liana was waiting just outside the office, ready to escort me to the dining area. As we walked, she mentioned the different options available, from a light meal to something more substantial. I opted for something simple but energizing—enough to keep me sharp without feeling weighed down.
After breakfast, Liana showed me to the room I'd be staying in. It was modest but functional, with a bed, a small desk, and a window that looked out over the training grounds.
The walls were decorated with a few framed posters, most likely from past guild achievements. It was clear that the room was designed for function over form, a place for hunters to rest between missions rather than indulge in comfort.
"You have one hour before your team arrives," Liana said as she handed me a keycard. "Feel free to rest or prepare however you see fit. If you need anything, just let me know."
I nodded, taking the keycard and giving her a brief nod of thanks. Once she left, I unpacked my belongings, organizing my gear on the small desk. My mind was already shifting into mission mode, running through possible scenarios and strategies for the upcoming gate raids.
'This team… they're promising. It'll be interesting to see how they perform under pressure.'
After settling into the room, I quickly gathered a change of clothes and headed for the bathroom.
The shower was refreshing, and the warm water was quite nice. As the steam enveloped me, I allowed my thoughts to settle, focusing on the task ahead.
Once I was done, I toweled off and dressed in my classic gear. After a quick check of my gear and a glance at the time, I decided to have a protein shake, something light to keep me going without weighing me down.
Since I could not use [Celestalith]'s bow form, I was using the bow that I had gotten from the academy.
'Now that I think about it, getting a new bow for the sake of cover is necessary.'
As I finished, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Liana waiting outside, her expression professional as ever.
"Your team has arrived," she said, her tone efficient. "They're waiting for you in the briefing room."
I nodded, setting down the empty shaker. "Thank you. I'm ready."
Liana led the way through the guild's hallways, the sounds of activity gradually increasing as we approached the main operational areas.
The atmosphere was one of controlled urgency, a mix of focus and energy that permeated the air. It was clear that everyone here was dedicated to their roles, and the stakes were high.
We arrived at the briefing room, and Liana opened the door, gesturing for me to enter first. Inside, I found the five members of my team already gathered around a large table, their attention shifting to me as I walked in.
Chapter 534 - Guild (4)
"Here."
As we arrived at the meeting room, Liana opened the door, gesturing for me to enter first. Inside, I found the five members of my team already gathered around a large table, their attention shifting to me as I walked in.
As I stepped into the room, my eyes quickly took in the scene before me.
The five members of the team were all dressed in casual clothes, a contrast to the armor and gear they would don when entering a dungeon.
But even in their relaxed attire, there were subtle signs—small details that gave away more about them than they might realize.
Kurt Arlen, the heavily armored tank, was leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
His shirt was slightly wrinkled, and there was a faint scent of cologne still lingering in the air—probably from a late-night shower before he rushed out this morning.
The faintest smudge of lipstick on the collar of his shirt suggested he hadn't spent the night alone. It was clear that he had shared a passionate night, likely with someone he was close to.
Gareth Vale, the barrier mage, sat next to Kurt, sipping from a travel mug that emitted the rich aroma of strong coffee. His eyes were alert, but there was a slight redness around them, the kind that comes from lack of sleep.
The fact that he had his mug and not a disposable cup from a café hinted at a habit—he likely preferred to brew his coffee at home.
The faint white hair on his dark jacket suggested he had a pet, probably a cat, considering how meticulous he seemed otherwise.
Dorian Lehn, the dual-wielding swordsman, was perched on the edge of his chair, his fingers idly drumming on the table. His casual outfit, a loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans, was simple yet practical.
A slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and the dampness of his hair indicated he had just come from a morning workout. The energetic rhythm of his fingers on the table showed he was still riding the high of his training, his body humming with pent-up energy.
Elena Saris, the battle mage, sat with a tablet in front of her, reviewing what I assumed were notes for the upcoming mission. Her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and she wore a fitted jacket over a casual blouse.
The faint scent of herbal tea wafted from a cup beside her, still steaming slightly. A closer look at her hands revealed a faint tremor—possibly from an early start or a lingering exhaustion from late-night preparations. She seemed the type to be thorough, going over every detail before a mission.
Lila Faye, the summoner, sat slightly apart from the others. Her posture was relaxed, but her eyes were alert as she watched me enter. She wore a simple hoodie and leggings, a comfortable outfit that hinted at someone who valued practicality. Her sneakers were clean but well-worn, suggesting she spent a lot of time on her feet, likely running or training.
'Indeed. Someone who trains a lot, a perfectionist.'
A small, frayed bracelet on her wrist, barely visible, looked handmade—perhaps a keepsake or a gift from someone close. A faint scent of lavender clung to her clothes, possibly from a lotion or essential oil, indicating a habit of using calming scents to stay centered.
As I moved to take my place at the table, I noticed a subtle shift in the atmosphere. They were sizing me up as well, though perhaps not with the same level of detail. In a team like this, understanding each other's quirks, strengths, and habits could make the difference between success and failure in the field.
Kurt offered a nod of acknowledgment, his gaze steady. "Glad to finally meet you, Astron. We've heard quite a bit about you."
That made sense, considering I would be their teammate for a while.
I returned the nod, my voice calm and measured. "Likewise. I'm looking forward to working with all of you."
There was a brief moment of silence. Soon enough, we'd be donning our gear, ready to face whatever awaited us at the gates.
Elena was the first to break the silence, her tone professional as she glanced at her tablet. "We've got a lot to cover before we head out. I assume you're already familiar with the general outline of the mission?"
I nodded. "I've been briefed on the basics. We'll be reinforcing the guild's position in several gates. My role is to assist and provide support as needed."
"That's right," Gareth set down his coffee, leaning forward slightly as the discussion moved toward the specifics of the mission. "The gates we'll be targeting have seen increased activity lately. We'll need to be precise in our approach, and everyone needs to be clear on their role."
Elena glanced at her tablet again, tapping a few notes before looking up at me. "You've already gone through the team profiles, correct?"
I nodded, meeting her gaze. "Yes, I've read the document."
Kurt, who had been watching the exchange quietly, gave a satisfied nod. "Good. That means you're familiar with the team's formation and how we operate."
"Correct," I replied. "I understand the roles everyone plays. My job is to support the team and adapt as needed."
Elena looked pleased with the answer, but she still pressed on, making sure everything was clear. "From the file, it seems you're proficient with both a bow and dual daggers. That gives us some flexibility in how we approach this. How do you usually prefer to position yourself in a team?"
"I'm comfortable in either role," I replied evenly. "I can function as a ranger, providing long-range support, or as a scout, getting in close and gathering information or taking down targets. It depends on what the situation calls for."
Kurt's expression remained thoughtful as he considered my response. "A flexible skill set is valuable, especially in the kind of missions we're running. We'll likely need you to switch between roles depending on the gate. Some of the areas we're heading into will require more precision, while others might need a more hands-on approach."
Dorian grinned, his earlier energy still evident in his posture. "Sounds like you're ready for anything. We'll see how that plays out once we're in the field. It's one thing to be flexible in theory and another to pull it off under pressure."
Lila, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up, her voice calm but carrying a note of curiosity. "How do you usually handle transitions between those roles? If we're in the middle of a gate, and the situation changes, what's your approach?"
I appreciated the directness of her question. It showed she was already thinking ahead, considering how we'd function as a team. "I keep my gear accessible and make sure I'm aware of the flow of battle. If I need to switch from ranged to close combat, I can do it quickly without losing focus. It's all about reading the situation and knowing when to adjust."
"You are confident?"
"I am."
Lila nodded thoughtfully, seeming satisfied with the answer. The rest of the team appeared to be on the same page, their expressions showing a mix of approval and cautious optimism. It was clear that they were a well-coordinated group, and I'd need to integrate myself into their dynamic seamlessly.
'Well, I doubt that will be hard.'
As long as a team works, I am confident that I can fit myself into every role.
Kurt nodded his head, his expression firm as he leaned forward slightly. "I like your confidence, but I still want to see your skills with my own eyes. However, we don't have much time to spare. We've got a gate scheduled to be cleared at 8 A.M.—that's in about 50 minutes. We should start getting ready."
I nodded in agreement, already shifting my focus to the task ahead. "Understood."
Liana, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward with a small, professional smile. "Mr. Natusalune, your equipment has been prepared."
I raised an eyebrow. "Equipment?"
She nodded, her tone matter-of-fact. "Since we were informed that you'd be joining us, we took the liberty of reviewing your current gear. We noticed that you're using standard equipment provided by Arcadia Hunter Academy. While their gear is certainly functional, it lacks the prestige that we would like you to project as part of Vanguard Haven."
She tapped a few buttons on her tablet, and within seconds, my smartwatch buzzed with incoming data. I opened the file, and a detailed breakdown of the new equipment appeared on the screen.
"The weapons provided for you are [Unique] grade artifacts," Liana explained as I scanned the details. "We've selected them to complement your combat style."
The first item on the list was a pair of daggers named Bloodthirsty Serpent Fangs. These daggers were sleek and curved, designed for dual-wielding with exceptional speed and precision.
Name: Bloodthirsty Serpent Fangs
Effects:
Venomous Edge: Each strike inflicts a venom that weakens the opponent's defenses, stacking up to three times. The venom also induces a brief paralysis after the third stack, making the opponent more vulnerable.
Serpent's Reflex: Increases the user's reaction time and agility, allowing for faster movement and quicker strikes, especially in close combat.
The second item was a bow named Starpiercer Arc. The bow was crafted from a rare wood that shimmered with an inner light, its string humming with latent power.
Name: Starpiercer Arc
Effects:
Piercing Shot: Arrows fired from the bow can pierce through multiple targets in a straight line, with the force of each shot increasing as it travels.
I studied the descriptions, appreciating the versatility and power of the weapons.
'Interesting. Daggers that utilize poison. It has been a while since I used one.'
Inherent poison attribute was something that would not be easily found in a weapon.
'It seems they really have spent quite money.'
Well, considering the plan it made sense.
"These should serve you well," Liana continued, her tone respectful. "They'll also help convey the prestige and skill that we wish to associate with your presence here."
With that, the team began to rise from their seats, each of us mentally preparing for the mission ahead. Liana gave a curt nod, signaling that it was time to move.
"Let's gear up," Kurt said, his voice carrying the weight of a leader who knew the importance of preparation. "We've got a gate to clear, and we'll need to be at our best."