Sanguini.
A dium grade guild with decent power and sufficient backing considering that it was based on a tier 3 city like Snombi.
It was the guild that was the cause of Claire getting hospitalized, though all things considered, it was her fault that things escalated to that point.
But regardless of the reasons, the relationship between the guild and Claire’s team was rocky at best.
Just as her team had noticed the red uniford ladies, they noticed Claire as well.
So laughed directly, not worrying about any mutual respect or giving face to a person of her strength, while the others were more subtle.
Though, it wasn’t hard to guess their conversations even when nothing was audible.
"They look like they are having fun." Jaq comnted coldly, her playful and happy-go-lucky attitude was nowhere to be found as she glared at the 10 mbers of Sanguini.
"It would suck really bad if we suddenly ruined their fun, won’t it?" Claire hissed with a similar tone, especially when she rembered the humiliation and pain she had to suffer because of it.
"Shut." Lia, always the voice of reason, bonked Jaq on the head and clicked her tongue, "Let’s not make our tasks more difficult. We already have a huge list to complete if we want to maximize our profits."
"Bold of you to assu they won’t sabotage our tasks," Katie added.
"They cannot." Eva shook her head, "Not for official missions, at least. We can file an official complaint if they do so."
"Officialities, yea right." Katie spat in response, "Bold of you to assu that they will even care about us in front of a guild."
Claire’s eyes shifted at Katie’s words, "Bold of you to assu that holding a re guild title is enough to supersede our authority." she mimicked in Katie’s style.
The entire group laughed at Claire’s response, nodding to themselves proudly.
But Claire was no hot headed leader– not when sober, at least– as she managed to ignore the snickering bloody guild and refocused on the UHRA building.
"Let’s submit our requests and get the permits, no point wasting ti." she said calmly, not even ntioning about the troubleso guild.
Throughout the whole discussion, Aaron remained quiet, observing the dynamics and storing all the information in his brain.
He was still unknown about many intricacies of this world, and despite letting Claire and Eva know about his secrets, he had no intentions of broadcasting them to the rest.
Simply following along with the group, he walked into the huge building, noticing the big difference between the inside and outside.
AC was running, maintaining the temperature at a cozy degree and the atmosphere appeared to be a perfect mix of calmness and urgency.
Calmness from the workers and urgency from the raiders such as his own group.
Many such raiders were lounging in the building, so chatting on the waiting couches, so standing in the queues and so simply roaming around aimlessly, hoping to have any fateful encounter with a bigshot.
And with a single look, Aaron realized how out of depth he was.
There were at least 10 teams within the building at the current ti, and among them all, he only found one. One singular man.
And even he didn’t appear to be strong or experienced, but rather had a huge build with big muscles, carrying a giant bag that felt like it must be very heavy.
He was no raider. But rather an eye candy for the won of the group, as they were having fun lounging on the couches and teasing him as he sat between them silently.
Clearly, he was a porter for the group, one they didn’t even need but brought along for shits and giggles.
And as obvious, Aaron’s entry caused a shift within the whole hallroom.
The won gaped looking at him, so of them turning their heads many tis to make sure that he was a real man.
Quite a few eyes landed on the weapon between his legs as well, which had an obvious bump against his jeans, proving him to be a proud owner of manhood.
So of the groups were so stunned that Claire didn’t even need to put any real effort into cutting the queue, easily slipping at the front before sneaking her teammates alongside.
Finally when she felt like no one could accuse her of cutting the queue, she smiled brightly at Aaron and called him over.
Grinning at the attention of so many ladies at once, Aaron walked towards Claire and stood into the queue beside her.
And surprisingly, the raid party that Claire had shalessly cut over didn’t even seem to be mad about it.
Hell, they seed more amused than angered.
"Is that man also a part of your team?" a young woman, nearly 30 years old, asked Jaq who was standing in front of her.
"Obviously, duh." Jaq turned around, lips curling into an amused smirk.
The woman’s mouth parted into an ’O’, "For real?" she mumbled rhetorically.
"Yes." Lia replied calmly.
"What class?! This is so rare to see a male on such higher missions! And he looks handso to boo-"
The woman quickly shut her mouth when she felt two cold gazes land on her, first was obviously from Claire who wrapped her arm tighter around Aaron, showing her possessiveness.
And the other was from Eva, which went against her playful personality, but she didn’t care at the mont.
"Classes are private information, miss. I think you haven’t seen many males in higher missions since you’re still slightly new. It’s rare but not unseen." Eva comnted flatly.
Her words were a slight lowblow, implying that the woman lacked the tact of the craft, asking questions that shouldn’t be asked and reacting too exaggeratedly.
She understood the sa, closing her mouth in displeasure, opting not to start another chat with the young group ahead of her.
And thus, Claire’s turn ca next.
At the reception was a young man, his cheeks having traces of acne and hair ssy with eyebags under his eyes as if he hadn’t gotten a good sleep for a long while.
"Copy of IDs and the official mission slip, please." he said in an exhausted tone.
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