Underground of the Guild, Chamber of Prayer.
The heavy air seed to have solidified into a tangible substance, pressing down so hard it was difficult to breathe.
This was the deepest part of all Orario, and also the absolute forbidden zone of this labyrinth city.
In this massive space where only torches crackled.
Having finished discussing Ouranos's promise, Hair casually stretched, letting out a crisp popping of his joints.
"Deal."
"I promise you, as long as the Guild doesn't give trouble or impose those boring rules and regulations on ."
"I'm also too lazy to shake the foundation of your city."
"After all, I quite like this place—it's lively, has booze, and there's this group of adorable children."
Speaking of this, Hair paused, his gaze sweeping over Ouranos upon his high seat.
"However, aside from those conveniences you just ntioned."
"I need to add one more condition."
Ouranos's half-closed eyes opened slightly to a slit.
"Speak, Hair."
"Having agreed to so many things for you, one more won't make a difference."
"Information."
Hair held up a single finger.
"I want the highest level of information access within the Guild."
"Especially regarding the deep floors of the Dungeon, as well as..."
"The records of those abnormal situations that aren't on the books."
As soon as these words ca out.
Guild Head Royman, who had been huddled to the side like a quail this entire ti, violently trembled all his fat, a flash of panic crossing his mung bean-sized eyes.
Abnormal situations?
What is this guy referring to?
The Xenos? Or the Artificial Labyrinth? Or those dark histories strictly sealed by the Guild?
This was the absolute secret of the Guild!
How could it be casually given to a God who just descended to the Lower World?
Royman subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to object, his professional instinct making him want to protect the Guild's interests.
"This... the rules..."
However.
Before he could finish speaking.
Ouranos's voice already rang out.
"Permitted."
"Eh?!"
The words that had reached Royman's lips were forcefully choked back, letting out a comical, strange yelp.
He looked at his Main God in disbelief.
He agreed?
Just like that, he agreed?!
That was a privilege not even those two great Gods, Loki and Freya, had obtained!
"Royman."
Ouranos didn't even spare him a glance, rely calling his na indifferently.
"From now on, any information Hair requires will be handled directly by you."
"Even if it involves news of that level, there is no need to ask for instructions."
"This is a Divine Oracle."
"Royman strictly obeys your Divine Oracle!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Royman imdiately knelt on the ground, his forehead firmly pressed against the stone slab, producing a dull thud.
Although he was greedy for money, snobbish, and sotis even pulled little stunts behind Ouranos's back.
But Royman was very clear in his heart.
Today, the reason he could have all this, could sit in this position below only one person and above ten thousand to throw his weight around, was entirely because he was Ouranos's proxy.
If he lost Ouranos's support, he would be eaten clean by those hungry wolves overnight.
Therefore, since Ouranos had spoken, he could only comply, even if he had ten thousand incomprehensions in his heart.
Moreover...
Royman stealthily raised his eyes, glancing at Hair who stood to the side with an indifferent expression.
For even Ouranos to compromise to this extent...
What was the exact background of this master?
What exactly did he do in the Heavens?
Just a single look was enough to make that great God who had suppressed the Dungeon for a thousand years so wary?
"Very well."
The goal was achieved.
Hair nodded in satisfaction.
Although he didn't truly have nothing better to do and wanted to read the Guild's gossip.
But as a transmigrator, Hair was well aware of how deep the waters of Orario were.
On the surface, this place was a battle for hegemony between the dual powers of the Loki Familia and Freya Familia, maintaining a fragile balance.
But in the shadows.
Undercurrents were still surging.
Since he was going to play gas in the Lower World, grasping the information gap ant grasping the initiative.
With the endorsent of the Guild's official intelligence channels, many things would be much more convenient to do.
"Since the matter has been discussed, I won't disturb you, old man, from chatting with the Dungeon anymore."
Hair waved his hand, turning and walking away without the slightest lingering attachnt.
"Let's go, Guild Head Royman."
"Stop playing dead on the floor; I still need to trouble you to lead the way."
"Ah? Yes! Yes! Coming right now! Coming right now!"
Royman felt as if he had received a grand pardon, scrambling up from the ground on all fours.
His movents were so agile that he didn't look like a fat man at all. He didn't even bother to dust off his knees, breaking into a trot to follow behind Hair.
...
anwhile.
Guild's Second Floor VIP Room.
Tap, tap, tap...
Hestia was like a cat trapped in a cage, her hands behind her back.
Pacing back and forth in this luxuriously decorated room.
Those twin-tails tied with blue ribbons bounced along with her movents, displaying their owner's extrely unsettled heart at this mont.
"So slow..."
"Why hasn't he co out yet..."
"What exactly did that damned old man call Hair away to talk about? Could it be that? Or that?"
Hestia bit her nails, muttering so incomprehensible words in a neurotic manner.
The expression on her face was sotis conflicted, sotis terrified, as if the sky was going to fall in the next second.
Eina, sitting on the sofa to the side, looked at this Goddess acting so restlessly.
"Goddess Hestia..."
Eina couldn't help but smile bitterly, putting down the unread docunt in her hand and pushing up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, attempting to pacify the other party with a gentle tone.
"You don't need to worry too much."
"Although Lord Ouranos rarely sees people normally, he is after all the Main God of the Guild, and also the maintainer of Orario's order."
"Lord Hair... although his Familia's performance this ti was indeed a bit astonishing, he hasn't violated any rules."
"I believe Lord Ouranos should just be making a routine inquiry, or perhaps giving so comndations. There won't be any punishnt."
To Eina, Hestia's current state was clearly out of worry that the Main God of her Familia would be punished by the strict Ouranos for acting too high-profile.
After all, that was Hair.
A God who had just descended to the Lower World and caused so much big news.
However.
Upon hearing these words.
Hestia suddenly stopped her steps, turned her head, and looked at Eina with a bizarre look.
Hestia widened her blue eyes, her face full of disbelief.
"Punishnt?"
"Who's worried about him getting punished?"
"I'm worried about Ouranos!"
"Eh?"
"Lord Ouranos?"
Eina froze, almost dropping the quill pen in her hand.
"Yeah!"
Hestia plonked her butt down on the sofa next to Eina; she even bounced twice on the elastic cushion due to sitting down too forcefully.
She leaned close to Eina and lowered her voice, putting on a highly secretive look.
"Eina, you just don't understand."
"That guy Hair... when he was in the Heavens, his temper was famously... ahem, anyway, he has a lot of personality."
"He usually seems quite easy to talk to, smiling, polite to everyone."
"But!"
"Hair and Ouranos have a grudge!"
"..."
The room plunged into a deathly silence.
The smile on Eina's face stiffened.
Fortunately.
Click.
The heavy mahogany door of the VIP room was pushed open from the outside.
Hestia and Eina practically sprang up from the sofa at the sa ti, their movents uniformly looking towards the doorway.
The first to catch their eyes was Hair, looking relaxed.
"Yo."
"Sorry for the wait."
Hair raised his hand, casually giving a greeting.
Seeing this scene, Hestia let out a long sigh of relief, patting her chest.
"Scared to death... I thought you guys really started fighting."
However.
Eina's gaze was drawn to the figure behind Hair.
Guild Head Royman.
This top boss of the Guild, who normally walked with his nose in the air and ignored even ordinary Gods,
At this mont, he was following behind Hair with a face full of smiles.
Even when entering the door.
He deliberately quickened his pace for two steps, getting ahead of Hair, and used his hands adorned with gemstone rings to thoughtfully hold the door handle, opening the door to its maximum.
"Lord Hair, watch your step on the threshold."
With that smile on his face, Royman even bent his waist slightly, making a standard "please" gesture.
Eina felt as if her glasses were about to slip off.
She blinked forcefully, suspecting that she was hallucinating due to being too tired from work these past few days.
Was this the Guild Head Royman, known as the Guild's Pig, who usually sat in his office bossing people around, only knowing how to count money and scold people?
This contrast was way too huge!
"Guild Head Royman?"
Eina called out tentatively.
Hearing the voice, it was as if Royman just realized there were other people in the room and turned his head.
After that smile-filled face turned toward Eina, although it reined in slightly, it still appeared sowhat stiff.
"Ah, yes... it's you."
Royman thought of this Half-Elf in the Guild, and couldn't help but imdiately clear his throat, reclaiming a bit of his dignity as a superior.
"Ahem... Anyway, thanks for your hard work, keeping company here all this ti."
"Oh right, you."
"Starting from today, all affairs linking the Guild to the Hair Familia, including quest settlents, intelligence updates, supply allocation, etc..."
"Will be entirely and exclusively handled by you."
"I will grant you special permission for your access rights; you can directly mobilize supplies from the warehouse without needing to go through those tedious approval processes."
"Make sure you serve Lord Hair and his Familia well."
"Eh? ? Exclusive advisor?"
Hearing Royman, who had originally always discriminated against her Half-Elf bloodline, suddenly being so polite to her.
Eina was dumbfounded.
Although she did serve as an advisor to so adventurers.
But this kind of treatnt, with full responsibility plus special privileges, was usually only reserved for senior advisors who had made trendous contributions to the Guild when linking with large Familias like the Loki Familia.
Was it really okay for a newbie like her who hadn't even been on the job for a few years?
Moreover, in that instant just now, the speed at which the sycophantic smile on Royman's face vanished like a magic trick.
The speed of his face-changing made Eina unable to resist doubting if what she saw just now was an illusion.
However.
With Royman as the Guild Head.
Eina still accepted this task.
It was just...
Eina's inner doubts about what exactly happened deepened.
How could the entire world have changed after just one trip inside and out?
"Alright."
"Since matters have been handled, Hestia and I will be leaving first."
"Hestia, let's go."
Hair nodded, turned around, and beckoned to Hestia who was still spacing out on the sofa, before walking straight out.
"Ah? Oh, oh! Coming!"
Hestia snapped out of it, and also scrambled in a flurry, trotting to catch up.
It was just that when she passed by Royman, she specifically took a few extra glances at this fat man whose personality had suddenly completely altered, her eyes also filled with confusion.
At this point.
Following the group of three, they walked out of the VIP room and passed through the long corridor of the Guild's second floor.
Royman insisted on seeing them off all the way to the main entrance.
Along the way.
It could be said they gathered plenty of attention.
One must know that it was currently the Guild's busiest ti in the afternoon.
The lobby was packed with adventurers coming to accept quests and hand in Magic Stones, as well as staff mbers so busy their feet barely touched the ground.
When they saw Guild Head Royman, who was normally high and mighty, rarely showing his face unless he was eting those Main Gods.
At this mont, unexpectedly acting like a lackey, following behind a young, black-haired God with a face full of attentiveness.
Not only helping to point the way, but even reaching out to support him mid-air while going down the stairs.
The entire lobby fell completely silent for a few seconds.
Then, it was followed by hushed whispers as if a pot had boiled over.
"Hey, hey... am I seeing things right? Is that Royman?"
"Since when was that Guild's Pig so easy to talk to?"
"Who's that black-haired God? He looks unfamiliar."
"Idiot! That is Lord Hair! The Main God whose Familia has been like monsters these past two days!"
Although the various discussions were kept very low, quite a few still drifted into people's ears.
Royman's face couldn't hold up anymore.
Even though he was subservient in front of Hair, in front of these ordinary adventurers, he would strike hard.
"What are you looking at! Do you all have nothing to do?!"
Royman suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around, and roared at the crowd in the lobby craning their necks to watch the spectacle.
That body full of fat jiggled, full of bureaucratic authority.
"If you aren't doing quests, then get out! Stop blocking the way here!"
With these words.
The crowd in the lobby scattered like birds and beasts, one by one pretending to get busy, no longer daring to cast another glance this way.
Only the corners of their eyes occasionally drifting over stealthily continued to expose the raging fires of gossip in their hearts.
After all, in Orario.
Royman was famously snobbish.
Let alone this kind of little-known minor God; even if the Main Gods of mid-sized Familias ca, this pig wouldn't necessarily look at them directly.
Did the sun rise from the west today?
After scolding the people.
When Royman turned around and faced Hair, that face transitioned seamlessly.
"Apologies for making a fool of myself, Lord Hair."
Sure enough.
Clinging to a thick thigh is the absolute truth!
Feeling the various gazes around them.
Walking beside Hair, Hestia unconsciously thrust out her already proud chest, raising her chin even higher.
This feeling of being the center of attention, and being envied and revered by others...
Hehe.
It's really not bad.
Hestia felt delighted in her heart, her long-cherished wish to continue being a freeloader deepening.
In contrast.
Eina, walking on the other side, simply wished she could dig a hole and bury herself on the spot.
As the Guild's Half-Elf advisor, she was normally known for being rigorous, serious, and intellectual.
But now...
Facing the curious gazes cast from around her, Eina only felt her cheeks burning frighteningly hot. Her pointed ears, unique to Half-Elves, were even redder like ripe tomatoes, seemingly ready to drip blood at any mont.
She held the docunts in her arms in a death grip, burying her head low, wishing she could hide her entire face behind that pile of parchnt.
Too shaful.
Finally.
Exiting the Guild's Pantheon.
The midday sunlight was slightly glaring.
"Alright."
"Guild Head Royman, there's no need to see us off any further."
"I know you're busy."
Speaking up to here, Hair's footsteps paused slightly as he turned his head, giving Royman a look that wasn't quite a smile.
"Recently in this Guild... there should be quite a few sses waiting for you to clean up, right?"
"You're quite busy too, so head back."
"Yes, yes."
Hearing these words.
The smile on Royman's face stiffened for a mont.
He naturally understood the aning behind Hair's words.
Those fleeing Gods.
Those disbanded Familias.
And those adventurers causing trouble on the streets due to losing their Main Gods.
For the past month, the Guild had indeed been chaotic like a pot of porridge.
And the source of all this...
This person right here was the main culprit.
But did he dare say anything?
Of course he didn't dare.
"Yes, yes... Lord Hair is right."
"Then this subordinate will not disturb your leisure anymore."
Royman forced two dry laughs, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. Not daring to pester any further, he bowed deeply before turning and heading back into the Guild building.
Lastly.
Only Hair, Hestia, and Eina, who had been following alongside and still seed a bit absent-minded, were left.
A breeze blew past.
Eina sobered up slightly.
"Um... Lord Hair..."
Hugging the docunts in her arms, Eina hesitated for a mont before taking two quick steps forward, tilting her head up slightly to look at Hair.
"Since the Guild Head arranged for to be your exclusive advisor, does that an I need to accompany you back to..."
She originally wanted to say she would see them back.
After all, Guild Head Royman had just given a strict order, demanding she treat this as the highest priority task.
If she slacked off on the first day, there would definitely be severe consequences later.
However, before she could finish speaking.
"There's no need, Miss Eina."
Hair stopped in his tracks, turning around to interrupt Eina.
Under the sunlight.
Eina's shoulder-length brown bob hair appeared exceptionally smooth and soft. Her erald green eyes, hidden behind the lenses, exuded an intellectual beauty.
It was just that right now, beneath those eyes, there were faint dark circles that even foundation couldn't cover.
And that thick stack of docunts she hugged in her arms, the ones she had to carry along to process even while coming out to see soone off, the corners of which were already sowhat curled up.
"Speaking of which, Miss Eina."
"If my guess is correct, the Guild must be very busy lately, right?"
"Every ti I co, I see Miss Eina buried in that mountain of docunts."
Hearing these words.
Eina froze for a mont.
She clearly didn't expect this God to actually notice such minor details.
Therefore.
Suddenly having this side of herself noticed by soone.
A wave of sourness welled up in her heart, causing Eina's originally taut nerves to gradually collapse. She could only reveal a bitter smile and nod.
"Yes... recently the Guild has suddenly beco exceptionally busy."
With words reaching this point, Eina couldn't hold back either. The bellyful of grievances seed to find an outlet, slightly spilling out.
"Just these past few days, several Gods have already applied to leave Orario, and their reasons were all quite unusual."
"There was even a God who was drinking at the tavern the day before, and the next day left without saying goodbye directly returning to the Heavens, leaving a bunch of children from his Familia crying in the Guild's lobby."
"Regarding the placent issues of those Familia mbers who suddenly lost their Main God, as well as various debt disputes, conversion procedures..."
"The Guild side is indeed up to our necks in work. Everyone is practically living in the office."
Speaking up to here, Eina couldn't help but sigh, freeing one hand to rub her sowhat sore temples.
The exhaustion revealed in that instant made her look no longer like that capable advisor, but just an ordinary girl who had exhausted her mind for work.
"I don't know why either. Everything was clearly fine before, and suddenly a large batch of Gods want to leave the Lower World, to leave Orario... With so many things suddenly happening during this period, everyone is privately rumoring whether so great disaster is coming, or if the Dungeon is about to cause so trouble again, making everyone panic."
Looking at Eina's haggard appearance.
A trace of helplessness also rose in Hair's heart.
Although he didn't feel he had done anything wrong.
But he had to admit.
Those Gods fleeing as if they had seen a ghost were, in the end, indeed caused by his fierce reputation.
And this had indeed brought an unwarranted workload to these grass-roots workers of the Guild, especially responsible good employees like Eina.
"Since you're so busy, then there's even less need to waste ti on this aningless formalism."
"Hurry up and go back to finish moving that mountain in your hands, then get off work early and go ho for a good sleep."
"But... the Guild Head's side..."
Eina was sowhat hesitant.
After all, she knew Guild Head Royman's temper. He was famously hard to please. Although she didn't know why he had a change of heart today, this order was rock solid.
"If there are any problems on Royman's side, I will speak to him."
"Therefore, Miss Eina."
"I appreciate your sentint. Go back now."
Having said that.
Without waiting for Eina to say anything else, Hair turned around, waving his hand at the still slightly dazed Eina, and then pulled Hestia, who was still watching the show on the side, turning to leave.
...
The midday sunlight spilled onto Eina without reservation.
Warming up her black Guild uniform, seemingly making that heart, which was sowhat stiff due to consecutive days of high-pressure work, warm up along with it.
Watching those two figures gradually blend into the crowd.
Eina sighed.
She had to say, although she was badly frightened by Hair's various rumors before, knowing that this God possessed a fierce reputation in the Heavens that could stop a child from crying at night.
But upon truly interacting with him...
This Lord Hair's attitude towards them, the mortals of the Lower World, was truly no worse than those benevolent Gods known for their rcy.
"What a strange God..."
Eina sighed softly, turning around, preparing to head back to continue facing that mountain-like pile of work.
However, right at the mont she took her first step, the constantly taut string in her mind suddenly seed to be plucked by sothing.
That was.
Regarding the question Hair had just asked about.
As well as the matter of the Guild recently becoming suddenly busy.
The timing of the Gods fleeing seed to be exactly after Lord Hair descended to Orario.
"Hiss!"
Faintly realizing sothing, Eina couldn't suppress a shudder.
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