Dungeon from the Void - Book 5 - Chapter 13 - A Guildmaster’s Life (Patreon)

The City of Wolfdenn

Damien Hunter, the Guildmaster of the Wolfdenn Mercenary Guild branch, lets out a groan in frustration at the massive pile of paperwork covering his desk. Pretty much every day has been the same for him. Go to work, fill out paperwork for several hours, attend a couple meetings about angry mercenaries, fill out more paperwork, attend more meetings but this time with Leon about the city and the war, then fill out more paperwork.

Paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork.

“Whoever came up with the idea of paperwork should be buried under a mountain of paperwork, crumpled up into a ball, and tossed into a volcano…” Damien mutters, almost making his assistant chuckle from where she’s sitting outside of his office, the Knight able to hear him even through the open door.

And his job isn’t helped in the slightest by the Dungeon Core, who has a habit of meeting the city with the Vampire Demigod and Emperor once every few days. The reason for it being completely unknown to him.

Since the Vampires don’t bother hiding their comings and goings anymore, he’s left with all of the paperwork of their travels. Not to mention dealing with the aftermath of their nation letting Tier 8 and 9 Vampires into their damned city. Which often comes in the form of complaints from other nations, from the Angelic Races living in their own nation, and from Leon pushing his own work onto Damien in exchange for more time in the dungeon.

That last one though, Damien admits, isn’t entirely the Dungeon Core’s fault.

He groans again before finishing reading and signing another document. Then he glances outside to check the time, only to find that it’s not even noon yet.

So he groans once more and continues with the paperwork.

“Rosandra, is there any chance we could hire-” he begins, only for his assistant to call back, interrupting him, “No. You’re the only one who can do this work as the Guildmaster of the guild.”

“But Rosandra-” he starts again, just to be interrupted again. “No.”

He frowns at the doorway, his eyes narrowed as he feels like the woman is treating him like a child.

Him! A cultivator at the Lord Tier! Treated like a child by someone at Tier 3.

Even if he’s known her since she was a child, he feels that’s a bit much. Even if her mother is the head of the entire Mercenaries Guild on this continent and is a Tier 9 herself.

“Rosandra, you should treat-” he begins to scold her, just for her to call back, “Get back to work or I’m telling mom that you’re slacking.”

Damien, feeling completely indignant and utterly attacked by that statement, opens his mouth… and proceeds to get back to signing papers.

Maybe this paperwork isn’t all bad.

He pauses with a frown as he reads one particular document. The document itself is going over the details of the war to come in little more than a week’s time.

Damien… wasn’t very pleased by the war itself. Sure, wars bring more work to the Mercenaries Guild, but it also brings about change.

And the Kingdom of the Fallen isn’t known for treating their mercenaries all that well. So if the Kingdom were to take over Wolfmoore, then things would become a lot harder for those under him.

The Guildmaster would be perfectly fine, since he’s a Lord. Very few forces would treat a Lord poorly.

But the mercenaries at his Guild would likely be treated as poorly as politically possible.

Not to mention that, despite how Damien might complain about some of Leon’s casual pushing his work onto him, Damien does find the man to be a good ruler and a kind man. So he doesn’t like the idea of him being executed should they lose the war. Because that will happen if they lose.

The Kingdom wouldn’t let the ruler of the nation they conquered live.

He lets out a sigh after reading the document.

Up till now, the preparations for the war have been going well. But even with that, the war isn’t looking good.

They are up against a Kingdom with Demigods after all.

The only way I can see us winning is if we somehow convince the Vampires to assist us. And the only way I can see that happening is if the Dungeon Core is threatened by the Kingdom somehow.

He blinks at that thought before a thought comes to mind.

The man doesn’t get much time to think on that thought though as his assistant soon comes into his room with another pile of paperwork, making his eyes bug out in shock and despair.

“There’s more?!” he shouts, not even bothering to hide the despair in his voice as his eyes lock onto his assistants.

She nods her head and purses her lips slightly. Almost like she was nervous about the documents.

So Damien quickly reaches for the document on the top of the pile, only to almost immediately drop it in shock.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” he shouts before raising his voice to a roar that can be heard outside of the guild building. “Is this true?!”

His assistant grits her teeth slightly and nods her head. “It’s true.”

Damien looks back down at the document in his hand. One that details the reports of the instinctive dungeon at the border of the mountains having closed forever.

And the reason?

Because Fenrir, the Dungeon Core whose dungeon is located in Wolfdenn, absorbed the core of the instinctive dungeon. Then he immediately closed the entrance to ensure his own dungeon, which must be connected to the instinctive dungeon by now, is safe from entry at this secondary point.

Damien slams his fist onto the table, cracking the thing from one end down to the other as his assistant hurriedly catches all of the documents with wind magic and quietly places them in their piles on the floor next to the desk.

“Fenrir!” Damien shouts, his voice echoing out from the building into the city. “Are you trying to kill me from overwork?!”

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