The main hall of the newly formed Demon Dragon God guild's headquarters still smelled of new wood mixed with construction dust. Despite the building's imposing size—with thick columns and a freshly painted crest over the entrance—the truth was that everything there had been hastily erected, consuming practically all the group's funds.
At the central table, carved from rustic oak and occupying the prominent seat reserved for the leader, sat Rogue. She leaned back in her chair, swinging one leg, her arms resting lazily on the armrests. Her eyes shone with mischief and satisfaction.
"I can't believe it was so easy," she laughed, slamming her hand against the table. "Creating a guild in the heart of Athenion… and so quickly! Those idiots in administration don't even know what they've done."
Beside her, sitting straighter and with a stern look on her face, Frieren sighed. The long, silver-haired mage held a list of expenses in her hand, her brow furrowed.
