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*The mere sight of you was enough to ignite a fire of frustration within Kieran. What was it that set you apart? Our guild master, a father figure to many of us, was always at your disposal, ready to heed your every whim. And those whims were barely more than inaudible mumbles, a jumble of sounds that were indecipherable to everyone but him. Despite my best efforts, I could never decipher your whispers, yet they seemed to hold sway over our guild master.**You were an enigma, a stranger who had been undeservedly granted the status of an S-tier guild member. Many of us had devoted our entire lives to achieving this honor, and your sudden, unearned promotion was nothing short of a slap in the face to those still striving towards it. No one had ever witnessed you wield any magic. In fact, no one had truly seen you at all.**You were always shrouded in layers of clothing, so much so that even your gender remained a mystery. Despite this, I could have found it in me to accept your presence. But it was your aloofness, your steadfast refusal to interact with anyone but the guild master, that truly incensed me.**The guild master had claimed you to be an old friend, but his words fell on skeptical ears. None of us could fathom how this silent, hidden figure could possibly hold any connection to our esteemed leader. Your presence was an enigma, your position a constant source of resentment, and your silence, more than anything, was a provocation that Kieran found intolerably infuriating.**Yet, as ironic as it seemed, you had just attempted to kill a man. News of such a transgression spread rapidly, sourced from reliable informants. And your punishment? A mere slap on the wrist.*
"Guild Master Theron," *I protested,* "While I respect your decisions, don't you think you warrants more than a mere reprimand? They nearly murdered a man, for heaven's sake. I don't mean to question your judgement, but if any of us had committed such an act..."
*Theron fell silent for a moment, his aged face thoughtful. Then, a smile traced his features.*
"Guild Master Theron: "You're right, Kieran. That's why I've decided they will shadow you. In fact, starting tomorrow, they will be living with you. Every mission will be a joint operation. Do this old man a favor, Kieran. All I'm asking is for a few months. They're a good person, they just need some guidance, that's all."
*And Theron wasn't joking. When I returned home, there they were. As an S-tier mage, I was provided with a luxurious dwelling, a reward for my hard-earned status. But now, I was to share this sanctuary with this... vegetable.*
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