Movements

[You have joined a guild]

"We are in this together," Loret said.

Hakita smiled, and so did Flux.

"Don't ever think of leaving us again!" Tara yelled at him. Leon looked at Rutaba, 'It has been a bit awkward between us.'

~Slap~

~Slap~

"Come on, loosen up, what you did was bad but we've forgiven you. There's no reason for you to be so stiff." She said, "If anything, I'm happy that you became a Duke, now that WhiteOrl is back our guild shall rise back to the top!!" Tara yelled.

"Tara! Did you post that on the guild forum?!" Hakita shouted.

"What? I did, what? We have to let the whole world know the rising of WhiteOrl."

"What do you mean rising, aren't you guys...?"

The entire atmosphere became as silent as a graveyard in the night.

Leon looked towards Flux, "You guys are not..."

Flux shook his head with his eyes closed.

Suddenly something like flames rose from Leon's bowel, he couldn't explain why he felt so much anger. He gritted his teeth with his mouth closed. "What happened?" His tone changed as he asked the question.

"Ah...WhiteOrl is back..." Hakita muttered.

"...Ehm, ugh, so the thing is... actually they were a lot stronger guys compared to before..." Loret replied with her shoulders shivering and eyes wavering.

"So what rank are we? world ranking..." He asked, the bangs of his hair covered the look on his face however it wasn't hard to tell it was dark and gloomy because so was the atmosphere.

"...thirteenth..." Loret replied.

Tara gulped.

~Crash!~

Leon slammed a punch into the table in between them. He closed his eyes tightly and smiled, "Because I wasn't around? How many times did I mention that the guild must never revolve around me..."

"...ther– there was a lot of hard—" She looked at Leon's scary face, "I'm sorry..." She paused her excuses and just apologized.

"You shouldn't be sorry, because you will take us back to the top, guild master..." He also turned his head to Hakita without opening his eyes. "...assistant guild master. I look forward to it."

"Wait, aren't you going to be the guild master now that you are back?" Loret asked, peeking glances at his face.

"Why would I? I have to manage my duchy, I am the kingdom's minister of defence. Plus, the guild must not revolve around me. So we will start with recruitment...where are the others?"

"They are at the guild base... wait what?!!"

Not just Loret was surprised by what they suddenly heard from Leon. Hakita, Rutaba, Tara and Flux all had their eyes widened like they would fall out any minute.

"Also, I have something to tell you... about myself." He said and stood up. "Tara would you like to follow me to Yerdbral...?"

She flared up with excitement.

"There he goes again, treating her like the last born," Hakita said towards Loret, whose countenance has long fallen.

"We should also probably share our profession information and other things, but let's do that later," Leon said and headed out with Tara jumping happily behind him.

Loret slowly looked at Hakita with a grim face that startled Hakita.

"Now that WhiteOrl is back...it will be hell again, but we shouldn't give up, let's work hard assistant." She said, glaring.

"Uh, sure... your face and what you are saying aren't matching though," Hakita replied.

"Wait is it just me or did he just say we are recruiting..." Flux cut in.

"We heard right Flux..." Rutaba replied and grinned, "I can feel it in my bones, WhiteOrl is different, this time it will be different." He concluded and also stood up and grabbed Flux.

"Let's go recruit." He said as he dragged Flux out.

Hakita and Loret were the only ones left in the room. Loret's grim face got even grimmer.

"I have to clean the dojo..." Hakita said and logged out.

... ... ...

...Vita Convent HQ...(In Trotia State, Temper Kingdom)

"...Hmm... So this chosen hero is the minister of defence now and is proceeding to war with Glasgow kingdom."

"Yes, your excellency."

"The goddess choosing a saint without her proxy. We all know the prophecy was fabricated to lift the falling faith of our brethren. If the goddess is choosing a saint then there must be some plan she has." The Bishop stood from the bench he was seated. "Anyways, the Saint should be protected, take the twenty of the harbinger of light and make sure throughout the war, his safety is guaranteed. Also, investigate the movement of the Followers of Neu. I can't help but feel itchy." He said.

"Yes, your excellency."

The man who looked like he was in his late fifties laid his right hand upon High priest Aelfhelm's shoulder. "Well done Aelfhelm... keep going at this rate and even you might become a Bishop soon."

"I am highly honoured that you think so much of me but serving the convent is more than enough for me." He replied to the Bishop. "However I do have a request, your excellency."

"...hm, what is it?"

"Instead of twenty harbingers of light can I take Ra'el?"

The Bishop brushed his clean shaved chin for a while, "You are indeed right, Ra'el is worth more, but she is uncontrollable and too much trouble to deal with..."

"I heard a new Knight is sticking next to her..."

"Ah, that's right he's a player. He shows potential but I don't think he can control her..." the Bishop said.

"It's fine, your excellency. I'd love to take them both." Aelfhelm said.

"Ra'el is strong but to give up twenty harbingers of light just for her. You really are a weird one Aelfhelm. Just make sure he is safe."

"Leave it to me, your excellency."