A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 58

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 58

[I’ll try contacting Trevaga again. I need to convince that bastard Tesetan first.]

With that final response, the communication device ended.

The blue-cloaked figure stared at the turned-off device for a few seconds before sighing and turning around.

However, soon an exclamation escaped his lips.

“Oh no.”

On the mahogany bench, and even on the edge of the marble fountain he had briefly touched.

Everywhere he had wandered around the corridor was stained with red blood.

The blue-cloaked figure furrowed his brow as if troubled.

Looking down, he could see bright red blood dripping steadily from beneath his cloak.

“…I really should have gotten some first aid before coming here.”

He quickly turned toward the path where the exit was located.

“I should have listened when they said not just anyone can handle multiple jobs.”

Raising one hand to dispel the barrier at the exit, a dark corridor appeared in the air.

The blue-cloaked figure stepped toward it without hesitation.

A few seconds after the owner disappeared.

The greenhouse’s barrier began operating again.

The exit that had appeared in the air also vanished without a trace.

As if the time had come, the complex magical device hanging from the ceiling moved with a whirring sound.

It was a magical device that watered the flowers planted in the greenhouse twice a day.

As fine water droplets filled the greenhouse, a faint rainbow appeared in the air.

Above the large, red pool of blood that had gathered on the floor.

Populosa Weapon District.

Berugon’s Workshop.

Veil put down the communication device he had been holding.

Turning around, he saw the unit members staring intently at him.

“What did they say? Huh?”

Nordics, his face clearly tense, asked first.

Enzo also stamped his feet impatiently as he pressed.

“Are they coming? Are they?”

Taking a breath, Veil uttered a single phrase in a trembling voice.

“…They’re coming.”

The unit members’ eyes widened.

“Really?!”

“Yeah. They said they’ll send personnel who can help, here.”

“I knew it, I knew it!!”

Raul punched the air and jumped up from his seat.

“I knew it would happen! I knew the association would come! Didn’t I tell you so!”

Instead of answering, Veil rubbed his temples.

“Haaa…”

He had been so nervous that the back of his neck was still drenched in sweat.

His heartbeat was also so intense that his head was ringing.

“The mercenary association is really coming to rescue Astie?”

Just then, Basto asked from beside him.

Veil nodded as he slumped into a chair.

“Yeah. They’re coming. They just issued a mobilization order to the top 3 mercenary groups, and they said they’ll even provide transportation formations so they can get here quickly once ready.”

Not only sending support personnel but even transportation formations.

Basto’s fist clenched tightly.

‘Really, we can really save Tie.’

We can get the child trapped in subspace out.

Relief at finding a method.

And impatience at not being able to execute that method yet made his mouth go dry.

In his head, the desperate emergency meeting from an hour ago was coming back to him.

‘So we just watch? Let our leader get eaten by Krazaru?!’

Right after Astie and Berugon were sucked into subspace.

Both Agavert unit members and blacksmiths rushed to devise countermeasures.

It was natural since both groups were about to lose their leaders.

However, due to the nature of subspace being inaccessible from outside, there seemed to be no way to extract the two.

Until Enzo raised his hand and came up with an unexpected idea.

‘How about this? We send a rescue request to the mercenary association.’

The mercenary association.

The official name of that organization, sometimes called the Frost Association, was the ‘Frost Mercenary Union’.

‘I heard about it when I was an apprentice paladin. They said it’s an organization that guarantees mercenaries’ safety.’

The Frost Mercenary Union was actually a new organization that hadn’t even existed for five years.

The number of affiliated mercenary groups was still small, and it was a suspicious organization whose leader’s identity was kept strictly secret.

Nevertheless, most mercenaries knew of the association’s existence.

The reason was simple.

‘The Frost Association. Isn’t that the place that rescues guys who are about to be wiped out attacking magic towers?’

‘That’s right. Still, most of the top mercenary groups are members.’

‘…How? No, more than that, where do they get all their funding from? Do they have the power to meddle everywhere when they don’t even have a proper source of money?’

The first was the organization’s increasingly strange behavior and financial power.

The second was,

‘But the association is also the one connecting mercenary groups with national commissions. They must have some backing for sure.’

It was because of the national commission monopoly system they had quickly established.

Basto repeatedly gripped and released the chair’s armrest while lost in deep thought.

National commission monopoly system.

Though the term sounded complicated, the principle of how this system worked was simpler than expected.

‘That was in the association’s first year, I think.’

Around that time, the Frost Association’s president, shrouded in veils, made a treaty with the Imperial Court.

How he could reach the Emperor, what the detailed clauses of the treaty were – none of that mattered.

Basto still remembered the announcement that was posted as large as a door at mercenary registration offices and compensation offices.

[ANNOUNCEMENT]

The Imperial Cabinet and Frost Mercenary Union announce as follows:

Henceforth, all national commissions will be exclusively administered by the ‘Frost Mercenary Union’ according to the treaty concluded between the Imperial Court and the Union.

Accordingly, the individual national commission delegation method that has been conducted thus far will be immediately discontinued,

and all future national commissions will only be assigned through the Frost Mercenary Union.

**The Union may provide priority commission initiation rights to affiliated mercenary groups.

It wasn’t just any request—it was a national commission.

A major request where the Imperial Court officially asked mercenaries for help, promising high compensation in return.

‘And now they want to monopolize the rights to undertake such commissions.’

From that moment, Basto began to suspect.

Perhaps the Frost Association, which he thought would briefly shine and then fade, was actually a dark horse hiding tremendous ambition.

‘Damn it! National commissions were already hard enough to secure… Now I can’t even dream of getting one!’

Meanwhile, other mercenaries were equally unfavorable toward the association’s moves.

Cal of Death Hound was the first to explode in anger.

‘What? Priority access to affiliated groups?! It’s obvious. They’ll demand outrageous amounts of money, telling us to pay up if we want to join the association!’

The mercenaries’ reaction was perhaps only natural.

‘How can we trust the association! We mercenaries have decades of history—if something like that worked well, why didn’t it exist until now?’

‘That’s exactly what I’m saying. They talk about guaranteeing mercenary rights and whatnot, but in the end, only those sitting pretty in the association will be living the good life…’

The mercenaries’ resistance toward the association reached its peak in a short time.

Among some mercenaries, there was even an implicit movement refusing to join the association.

In fact, Basto agreed with the public opinion at the time.

‘There’s no disputing that as an organization’s authority grows, individual opportunities shrink.’

Moreover, what if the Frost Association’s true nature was that of a corrupt group?

The moment those villains started taking bribes and distributing commission rights, all mercenary groups ranked 10th and below would wither away.

National commissions were dream opportunities for most mercenaries.

High monetary compensation.

The connections and reputation that could be built while handling the commission.

For small mercenary groups, it was a chance to grow their size, and for mid-tier groups, it was the perfect opportunity to aim for a rank jump.

But if such opportunities were to be monopolized by a select few friendly with the association…

‘It looked dangerous.’

It certainly looked dangerous to Basto’s eyes as well.

The tremendous power that the Frost Mercenary Union had gained overnight.

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