Chapter 221: Obsidian Throne (1/2)
”Are you okay now?” Rakna asked with a small but disarming smile after spending a few minutes calming down the receptionist. She wanted to bang her head on the counter because of it when a blush nearly overcame her.
'How can someone be so cold and charming at the same time?!' She screamed internally and took a deep breath. ”Yes… I apologize. You said you were here for establishing a Sub-Guild. If that is the case, I will need you to first accompany me to the Terminal-”
”No need,” he interrupted her and brought up a black system window with a blank content and a keyboard attached to it. To Rakna, it looked exactly like a command prompt.
”Oh… Of course, you-” The woman pursed her lips as the identity of the one in front of her finally dawned upon her more clearly. ”Y-Your Majesty obviously possessed that privilege,” she said with a nervous tone.
Rakna scowled at her but didn't bother correcting her way of calling him. ”What do I do now?”
”Oh, yes, please write this exact command; 'Pavilion00001_GuildCreation_Type:Sub_Leader:' then add your Host ID.”
”What a non-fantasy thing,” the therian deadpanned and followed her instructions. Ceres wasn't able to input his ID for him this time so he had to do it on his own for the first time. When he was done, he entered the command and the Terminal returned 'Request Filed'.
”It went through,” the receptionist said as a holographic screen popped up from her counter. She typed a few things and nodded. ”Now, we need approval from your Guild Leader.”
”Do I have to contact him myself?”
”Yes… that would be required. He has to forward it on his own through a Terminal as well.”
”Give me a moment,” Rakna said and opened his Guild Chat.
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Obsidian has joined.
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<Obsidian> Leader?
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Credo has joined.
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<Credo> Here.
<Obsidian> Guild.
<Credo> Understood.
<Obsidian> Thanks.
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Obsidian has left.
Credo has left.
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<Blood> …
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<Clown> …
<Azul> …
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<Blood> …what the fuck just happened? It's the first time they talk, right? Isn't the kid an Emperor now? Shouldn't there be like… I don't know, more tension between him and the Boss?”
Incredible… I still have a long way to go before I can reach their level of chatting efficiency… I have learned a lot today.
<Clown> I understand how you feel, Lilia. I messaged him yesterday because of his fight on the 34th and he only bothered to answer in the evening with a 'I'm good'.
<Blood> That's what you guys focus on?!
<Azul> What a shame. I was curious to know how he became an Emperor. I was waiting here since I knew he would want to make a Sub-Guild after becoming one but they were too fast…
<Blood> Now we're asking the good questions!
Tira? We don't see you a lot. You're interested in the new guy?
<Azul> I am. I met him on the Thirteenth. Do you want to know what he did?
<Blood> What?
<Azul> He destroyed a Dungeon Tear to save a friend locked inside.
<Blood> …WHAT. THE. FUCK?!
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While the Throne of Glory's chat began to converse about how bizarre their new member was, the recruit in question was calmly going through the process to make his Sub-Guild, feeling absolutely impassive to have spoken with his Guild Leader, someone that is even capable of making Eva feel nervous.
”You truly have no qualms…” Higure commented wryly.
”I'll meet him once I join the Myth Council anyway,” Rakna shrugged.
”It is done, Your Majesty. We have confirmed the approval of Throne of Glory's Leader. You should have received an automatic inquiry on your Terminal. Please type the name of your Guild and you will receive all the rights of a Guild Leader.”
The therian nodded and stared at the blinking input section of his Terminal. ”…what do I put?” He muttered out loud and the receptionist almost face-faulted.
'You were going through the steps so confidently and you didn't even have a name prepared?!' She shouted inwardly in utter shock. She had the right to be, considering that practically everyone she had guided to make a Guild had carefully ruminated the question beforehand.
”What do you think, horny cat?” Rakna turned to Higure who was licking her paw.
”What am I supposed to say?” She retorted. ”You can call it Awesome Dusk Lion Fan Club for me if you want.”
”Do you want me to lose all credibility?”
The cat smirked and shrugged.
”…” The receptionist kept her smile on but nearly fainted right then and there. 'Dusk what?! That legendary race?! This small cat is one of them?!'
”Ah, well, whatever. I'll just go with this,” Rakna muttered and started typing. When he answered the query, the receptionist received a notification and blinked at it.
”Are you sure…?”
”Yes.”
”Understood. As of today, the Guild, Obsidian Throne, is officially established,” she announced and pressed the last confirmation button.
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Congratulations!