Ren nodded calmly. "I'm glad to hear that. And rest assured, I don't mix personal matters with business. If a client wants something done, then World Conqueror will make it happen."
Erica chuckled softly. Her normally cold, composed face eased into something more relaxed. "Then follow me to meet my brother. And don't mind the stares. Most of our members still haven't forgiven you for what you did."
Ren only shrugged. He didn't explain himself, nor did he apologize. The [Monarch Sovereignty] belonged to him now, and nothing in the world was going to make him give it back—especially not the glares of a few hundred salty guild members.
As he followed Erica deeper into the fortress, he allowed himself to quietly observe his surroundings. Everything inside White Unicorn was pristine. Organized. Imposing. The players walked around in white and blue armor that made it almost impossible to distinguish ranks or roles. For a moment, Ren wondered if that was the point.
