"I'll get straight to the point."
The Guildmaster closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. His deep tone perfectly represented the mature features that were vividly outlined on his face.
"Congratulations on joining the highest echelon in this trade we call Adventuring." He said, looking at the three newcomers.
—Jet, Lux, and Sebas.
In his eyes, all three were splendid. They would make for good candidates to succeed him once he no longer occupied the position of Guildmaster.
'I'm not growing any younger. Someone will have to step up eventually…' He often said this as a joke, but he genuinely meant it.
He—Richard Lysth—was not as strong as he was in his prime.
After reaching the pinnacle of strength, the only place you could go was down. As such, his abilities were already showing a rapidly growing rate of decline.
He didn't think he would last another decade before he had to permanently retire from this position.