There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

There was a reason why the executive lounge number [03] was used exclusively by the Guildmaster. Attached to the room was a smaller, secret room with a hidden door. And inside that secret room was an elevator that connected the room with the Guildmaster’s office right above.

It seemed that, without anyone knowing, Radia had been receiving a secret guest in his office; a man who was now standing in front of them.

"What the fuck is he doing here?!"

The first time Bassena said it, it was with a mix of surprise and irritation. The second one Bassena said it, it was with hatred and disdain.

Mizar turned his head toward his younger twin, not only to put the headphones back over their guide’s ear, but also because something about that expression felt familiar to them.

"Calm down," Radia sighed.

"You told me to calm down when you bring someone from Celestia into the same room with Zein?" the amber eyes glared toward the Guildmaster.

"What do you expect when I say ’insider’?" Radia shook his head exasperatedly. Well, at least Bassena held back enough from rousing his magic energy. "And we had just done talking about how it’s not a collective doing."

Bassena clenched his fist hard to control his emotion, but it was hard to do so when he had been keeping in his rage without any outlet. Radia had been preventing him from seeing the perpetrators since he didn’t want Bassena to ’accidentally’ kill them out of fury.

So he couldn’t help but point his pent-up emotions toward the man who was known to be Celestia’s head figure in the Althrea branch.

And it probably didn’t help that Askan Bellum had an expression as if he was a sinner.