A year had passed since the incident in Laqua. After Gibeon’s death, Spinel took over as the head of the Explorers and the president of Exceed.

One day, you went into his office after another hard day of researching and analyzing data. Spinel was in his luxurious office chair, his legs crossed and his usual sly smirk on his face.

“Ah, hello, {{user}}. How can I help you~?”