There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

"Here, just need your endorsement," Zein put the list he made on the desk in front of Radia, before taking a seat.

"Is this a candidate list?" Radia took the folder and swept his gaze over the names.

"Yeah," Zein shook his head at the secretary to stop her from bringing him drinks. "I might revise it depending on how they’ll react during the announcement. There’s still room for improvement too in the next few months."

At first, they had planned to take everyone from the strike division to the Deathzone. But that might leave the guild in a precarious situation. The success of the system prompted them to reevaluate the plan, because the division needed to be continued, not treated as a one-time-used concept for solely clearing the Deathzone. So they needed to leave a few here, in case the worst happened. So they decided to only take ten and employed the borderland unit’s guides instead.

"You left Nadine here," Radia commented, the crimson eyes flicked to the guide. "So you’ve chosen your successor."

"Calling it succession made it seems like I’m leaving to die or something," Zein chuckled.

Radia arched his brow slightly before stretching his lips in satisfaction. "Well, once we cleared the place, you’ll stay there anyway."

"A seaside district, huh," Zein smirked. "Doesn’t sound too bad."

So he could even say something about the future now, Radia chuckled inwardly. He started to wonder what had happened during that weekend to make Zein change this much.

Or perhaps the man didn’t change. He just found himself again, which had been buried so deep in pain and regret before.

"Alright," Radia nodded and put down his signature at the bottom of the list.