Baines' brutal display at the Red Sun's training ground echoed through the 7th Division, earning him a silent welcome as the fifth chair, and honestly, he preferred it that way.
The castle was a fortress of rune-etched stones. Each castle had its necessities, rooms, library, cooks for their meals, training field, meeting room, and even a blacksmith to attend to their weapons and other necessities.
Before Baines entered the castle, the belongings of Wills Lindell had already been taken out, albeit gently. After all, his family was still from a three-star clan.
In the lounge room of the castle, division members eyed him curiously, expecting an introduction at the very least. A burly man laughed heartily, draping an arm over Baines' shoulder. "You were really something out there! Truth is, no one liked that guy—"
