Inside Beatrix's mansion, voices thundered through every hallway until the chandeliers shook.
The source of it all was the study room—where Beatrix, leader of Ferocious Ravens, stood in the middle like a storm with hair undone and eyes blazing.
"It's not my fault!" she cried, dramatically pointing at herself. "Why are you taking all that money that's supposed to belong to me?"
Her words echoed against the tall shelves of trophies and books. Dozens of holograms shimmered around the long table, projecting the images of the guild's investors and senior members.
Beatrix's chest rose and fell as she tried to contain her anger—but Beatrix was not known for calm.
One of the holograms, a man with cold eyes and a trimmed beard, snapped, "It's because you lost those items worth the entire prize money! Do you even understand what your carelessness cost us?"
Another voice joined in, sharp as glass. "We lost millions! You've humiliated the guild!"
