Old man, come on! It's too late for them to make a request for reinstatement to the habit of ba

Time goes back.

Hans and the others, who failed to attack the SS dungeon, returned to the ground alive.

From that day on, Hans will be pulling into his room for two weeks in the name of healing his injuries.

The truth is that the injuries sustained in the dungeon were fully healed in less than a week.

But Hans wasn't just pulling into his room for two weeks.

Again, I was scrutinizing the material and seriously revisiting my plans to attack the SS dungeon.

"I can't fail anymore. Next time, if I fail, I'm really done!!!

And two weeks later, Hans showed up at the guild home again.

When Hans is on his way to the office, Remilia shows up and walks in parallel.

Remilia has visited Hans' place several times during Hans' treatment, and has heard in advance that Hans has not given up his SS dungeon or that he is going to Alliance Home today.

So Hans has no particular reaction, and naturally takes Remilia into the Guildmaster's office.

[All Grand] had information that Hans was back.

Hans, who enters the office, just calls Lindbergh.

The reason I'm calling is to start attacking SS dungeons again, of course.

But it wasn't Lindbergh who showed up, it was Charlemagne, a masked S-class adventurer.

"We're coming in, acting Alliance Master!

"Hmm? What are you... Charlemagne? What's the matter? Didn't you get driven out on the search for the Alliance Master?

"You didn't know it was pulling. The Alliance Master has been rescued."

"Oh, really? That's good. So where's the master now?

Hans gives a look of remorse only for a moment after a surprised look.

Remilia, who was next door, was also slightly stretching her expression.

But Hans quickly regains his composure.

"Hate, you're hurt. I can't move in the treatment right now. I came back to contact you, but I'm surprised you haven't been here for two weeks, even though you represented me when the master wasn't here. What the hell were you doing?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I know you're asking, but you actually tried the SS dungeon... because I got hurt too, so I was resting."

That's when Lindbergh, who was calling, came in.

"Are you calling, Master Hans? I'm glad you're feeling better. This is Mr. Charlemagne."

"Are you... Lindbergh? You must have been a Reid member of the SS dungeon, too."

"Yes."

Charlemagne looks back at Hans again and says it with an angry voice.

"I've had a lot of research done while you were gone. Hans, you banished a single porter after you took the liberty of changing the guild's terms in good faith that you had been entrusted to represent the guild master. Plus, after running Reid on his own, he failed and crushed the Alliance's men."

"Fuck!!

"[ALL GRAND] is NOT YOUR PRIVATE!! How are you going to explain it!!!

"Damn... it was my decision to represent the Alliance Master. It's none of your business!!

Hans jammed the words into Charlemagne's argument, but manages to turn to the objection.

"Lord Charlemagne, wait!! It's my fault Reid failed. It is due to the collapse of my troops by demons. So there's nothing wrong with Hans."

Lindbergh, who jumped from the side, sat down in front of Charlemagne and sinned himself.

Hans was surprised for a moment, but learned to have a thick trust in that dedicated Lindbergh.

And while I thought it was bad, I respected Lindbergh's will and chose to lie about it.

"That's right. You're the reason I failed. Do it right next time."

"Ha!! The stigma will be cleared next time."

"See, Charlemagne, that's what I'm saying."

Charlemagne stared at such farce as if it were not funny.

In fact, Charlemagne was looking into what Reid was like in a prior investigation.

I have also been to the same S-level union to talk to them, and I am grasping the details.

All the information Charlemagne has obtained has also been passed on to Cain, and he has also been instructed on how to punish Hans.

In fact, now Charlemagne had all the rights in the guild.

Hans' fate was held by Charlemagne.

Apart from that, we have also received another directive which says that we will find an insider.

I promised to see the label from the squad, though not on any further assignment.

Charlemagne had such busy days as to turn his eyes.

Deciding it was the easiest, I went back to the city and looked for the label first, but I didn't know where the label was.

He also found out about the harassment Hans had been carrying out during the search, and thought he might be out of town.

I had no choice but to turn the label around one last time, and Charlemagne embarked on Hans' response and search for an insider.

First, Charlemagne figured out how to use the information Cain was alive in order to find an insider.

Rather than conveying the information Cain was alive at once in front of a large crowd, Charlemagne himself verbally conveyed it in front of a small number individually.

The reason for this is to check the person's expression and subsequent behavior.

I had already told 80% of the members of the Alliance about the survival of the Master.

Of course, I'm telling you not to tell anyone to protect the master.

I want to believe that there are no insiders in my guild.

That's why he also wants to conduct a thorough investigation.

And instead of rejoicing, Charlemagne learned to hook up with Lemiria, who for a moment but changed his expression with regrettable Hans.

I remembered those two reactions in my head again and decided to change my future behavior.

Initially, Charlemagne intended to remove Hans' acting Guildmaster position and replace the clerical executive with acting.

I decided to change my mind a little bit.

(Want me to try swimming some more?

"This is a power of attorney from the master. Now I have been granted full powers by my master"

"Plenipotentiary!? Then you're acting Alliance Master!?

He is shown a power of attorney and Hans is anxious that he may be deprived of the status he has acquired.

"Well, I have something else to do. I don't have time to represent the Alliance Master!

"Oh well!!

"But I've decided to give you your disposition here and now. Hans, I will rip off some of the Alliance Master surrogate privileges you have!!

"Some authority...... said it was a rip-off......!?

Horribly, Hans' eyes opened wide for a while.

"Remove all command and command authority over Alliance members given by the Master, as well as authority over accounting. From now on, if more than half of the executives agree and my signature is not at the end, the order will be null and void."

Hans rotates his thoughts fast to sort out the situation.

More than half the Alliance's consent can be secured.

Because that's why we tailored Remilia and the others to be executives.

But... the last thing I need to say about Charlemagne is that in the future, Charlemagne won't be able to lift his head.

"What!! You got a guild master like that? Do you want me to ask you for directions every time I move? Don't be ridiculous!!

"Then you can dismiss the acting Alliance Master. I have that authority. Now choose!! Which one do you choose!!

"Grrrrrr!!

I can't argue with being shown a power of attorney signed and marked by the master.

Hans' thoughts were desperate to figure out which one to choose was closer to the ambition he wanted.

And eventually I chose one answer.

"Wow... ok. In the future, when we take action, we'll get more than half of the executives' approval, and we'll get your permission."

Hans chose the title of Guildmaster as the biggest guild in the country.

But that's just the name, that's actually the status of a name with no power whatsoever.

"Got it. Use it in my room before you take any action! That's it."

Hans and the others, who watched him say so and leave the room, were all silent and thought to themselves.

Hans was in remorse, his squeezed hands trembling.

(How come it doesn't work!? Did you change the terms? It's a trivial thing that won't bother anyone!! You banished your old man? I don't know how many porters there are. You don't mean you banished about one old man!! I failed Reid... this is it, this is what I shouldn't have done. The first two are just stitches. Fine, I'll do it, I'll definitely attack the SS dungeon!!

Hans felt strongly that he must attack SS dungeons in order to achieve his ambitions.

Ambition doesn't stop me. Some problems also arise in achieving greatness.

If I think about this later, I have to laugh that it was a minor obstacle.

For that reason, I have now changed my mind and decided to focus on the dungeon's offense.

Remilia stares at Hans like that in a boring and silent way.

Its eyes staring at Hans were not pity, but contained contempt like watching garbage.

(Cool and evil... was Hans this much of a guy? I thought if I rode Hans, I'd get a lot of contributions...)

Remilia was in love with Hans' status and gold.

But one of them turned into plating in front of me.

That alone had halved Remilia's affection.

Finally, Lindbergh regretted Hans' uselessness.

(I've always been looked after by Master Hans. I've had it accommodated when I didn't have the money to rush out. I've had dungeons dive with me and teach me how to fight, and I've had demons save my life. I finally came to a place where I could reward those many thanks... FUCK!!

Lindbergh was a man in law.

The only treasure Hans got, it was this man Lindbergh.

But after these three people's thoughts intersect, they move on to strange things.