New Korea’s capital, Seoul.
Within the forest of buildings, a man was listening to a report inside his office.
“Narendra Nehru’s missing, you say. Any chance that he’s dead?”
“There is a possibility.”
“I thought he was at least a high-level S-Rank. He wasn’t part of our guild, but it’s a shame we’ve lost valuable manpower.”
“What should we do? Considering the importance of the matter, it may be wise to report this to the Guildmaster immediately...”
Hearing the subordinate’s suggestion, the Scorn Guild’s vice-guildmaster, nicknamed Shadow, clicked his tongue and shook his finger. “Tch, tch. That’s not it. It’s obvious that we’d only be scolded if we met the Guildmaster for such an insignificant matter as this, no?”
“Then what do you plan on doing?”
When the subordinate returned the question, Shadow pointed at the Go board on his desk. “The answer’s already been decided.” Shadow swept off all of the intermingling black and white pieces off of the board, before positioning several black pieces around one white piece. “Fortunately, there are more bad guys in the world than good guys. It’s a nice world to live in for us.”
The subordinate’s body flin...
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