Chapter 141: Mistake
The guild receptionist was so surprised her jaw was practically on the floor.
Seeing the exaggerated response, Elian couldn’t help but chuckle. While their antics have placed his faction on the map, they were relatively unknown. The Big Three were not just big because they had the strongest breakers; it was also due to their political and social influence.
He glanced at the faded posters on the wall. Generations had grown up believing the Big Three were Earth’s guardians. They’d grown so large they eclipsed governments. Compared to that, Crestfall’s recent defense was just a small event.
How would one join the Weapons? What benefits would they get? Would the Weapons protect those fleeing from the Big Three? What is their goal? Unless such questions were answered, their faction would not be an actual organization but a wild mob.
Sigh, I suddenly miss Bianca. She loved worrying about this stuff. But she might need a full day or even a week to recover, so I can’t wait.
The receptionist, having regained her composure, forced a smile—and immediately launched into a tirade.
"Please don’t waste my time with nonsense," she snapped. "The Weapons are so enigmatic that even the Crows don’t know anything. There are only two names tied to them—and unless you’re Elian Reed or Bianca Valestra, I suggest you leave."
Her words were sharp, but Elian didn’t take offense. He saw the stress carved into her face. Her shoulders were too small for the weight she was carrying.
He took a moment to consider things from her perspective.
She’s trying to do her job. The city’s lost its Breakers, it’s blacklisted, and monsters could arrive any day. She didn’t run—either out of duty or because she hasn’t accepted it yet.
Nodding in understanding, Elian could see how that would put anyone in a bad mood.