Gandomirahu was the legitimate son of the current President of the Center Guild.

　Since his father was a political monster who had served as Chancellor for a quarter of a century, he was very proud to be his son.

　--''Eventually, I will be the one to succeed my father and become the new President of the Center Guild and run this world,'' he said.

　In order to do so, he first had to get in the way of those in his position.......his younger brothers and sisters who shared the same blood and were equally qualified to take over his father's position.

　The current President of the Center Guild was not blessed with parent-child love, and most of his children were living apart in a state of isolation, but it was none other than his eldest brother Gandomirahu who caused this.

　Dariel's mother-in-law, Elika, was used as a pawn in a political marriage, and when the plan went awry, Gandomirahu was the one who issued a letter of insulation, telling her not to let him see her again.

　As is evident, when the family should have worked together to improve their fortunes, it was Gandomirahu who created enemies and divided the family.

　The wise President of the Center Guild had long ago been disappointed in his eldest son who did nothing but do nonsense.

　As long as he was human, he had no reason to live forever.
　He will die in less than a hundred years.

　But the most despairing thing about his death was the fact that the only person to inherit the power base and wealth he had built up was his stupid eldest son.

　A man can pass on the proof of his life to future generations even after death.
　If only that were to come true, the fact of one's own existence would remain even if one's body perished. That is immortality in the healthiest sense of the word, isn't it?

　However, I can see that what the Guild President has left behind will certainly be devoured by the idiot eldest son and disappear without a trace.
　That was not a prediction, but a certainty.

　The things that he had built up, even to the point of throwing away his own happiness and love, would be destroyed with his death.

　For those in power, there could be no greater suffering than this.

　If he had been a greedy man, he would have used all his wealth and power to find a way to make himself immortal.
　If he had nothing but fear for his successor, he would have had no choice but to live forever himself.

　However, he himself did not have such a prominent desire, and he was half-heartedly accepting the outcome with a sense of resignation.

　--I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to get it right.

　Unaware of the master's enlightened mind, the foolish son was immersed in wild ambition.

　Gandomirahu.

　A picture of himself, already the director of the Center Guild, flashed in his mind.
　The image of himself, solemn and brilliant, receiving praise from those around him as the greatest director of all time.

　It could only be described as a fool's dream, but Gandomirav really thought himself capable.
　He could follow in his father's footsteps and become the President of the Center Guild.

　He had everything he needed to do that, and all of these things were going to be taken over from his father's pocket.

　He only thought of everything but himself as a tool for him to be useful, and he thought it would only be worth it if he used it to do it.
　I never doubted that he believed that.

　It was the same with Dariel, whom he had just recently met for the first time.

　Mithril weapons that had come to dominate the human territory in the past few years.
　The distributor of these weapons was a small country village whose name had not even been known until then.

　That was Lax Village.

　It was a backwater village that wasn't worth rolling around in the corner of his brain for Gandomirahu, but if it was going to create value, it was a different story.

　If it's useful to me, I'll appreciate it.

　That was the measure of the world for Gandomyrav.

　To have a connection with the current time's Lax Village, the president of the Center Guild, was indeed the president of the Center Guild. He gave up and admired the breadth of his connections.

　And he was also Gandomirahu, who had decided that what belonged to his father was his own.

　His father had fallen ill and had to finally step down from his long tenure as a board member.

　So, his eldest son, himself, would naturally take his place in the vacant seat.
　In addition, LUX Village, which is currently very well off from the sale of Mithril products, would be a great help.

　It seems that the connection between the Lax Village and the Chancellor's family is due to his half-sister, whom he himself dismissed in the past.

　Without a trace of guilt, Gandomirahu asked the head of Lax Village for assistance in becoming a guild director after his father stepped down.

　The first and foremost necessity for political activity is money.
　It can only be fate that an ample source of money comes from the other side.

　In addition to the position he would inherit from his father, Gandomirav was convinced that as long as he had the money from the village of Lax, he would certainly be the new director.

　He knew that Lax Village would definitely support him.
　Being the director of the Center Guild is the highest position in the human race, and he would not regret destroying his own house for the honor of being its supporter.

　Helping himself was in itself something for the ordinary people of the world to be proud of.
　The common man is honored to serve the nobleman.

　So he took it for granted that everyone else had to help him.

　A blow to the face.
　Then he was thrown out of an upstairs window.

　Fortunately, the landing spot was in the courtyard, and the grass served as a cushion, so I wasn't seriously injured.
　Still, my back hurts to death.

''d*mn!　What a fool that guy is!''

　An ordinary citizen who can't get involved in the Center Guild is a miserable low-class citizen for the rest of his life.
　Isn't the highest honor that these lowly citizens can touch is to assist and support the senior citizens involved in the Center Guild?

''How dare you throw away that honor yourself!　He's trying to get me to back him up!　I don't think there's anything more gratifying to talk about than this, although you could shed tears and fall to the ground and offer me all your money!

　Incidentally, Gandomirahu doesn't know that Dariel is the biological son of that great brave Arantziel.
　I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

　The great brave Arantzill, who established a legend, still has a hidden influence on the entire Adventurer's Guild.
　If you make an enemy of him, even if he is the son of the current president, you will have to give up your position as the new director.

　But without realizing that, Gandomirahu is furious with his emotions.

　He wants to be the Director of the Center Guild.
　As long as his father is the chairman of the board of directors, Gandomirav has decided that it is natural for him to inherit everything that belonged to his father, and he has decided that it is natural for him to become a board member as well.

　Although he himself is a sergeant, he is already well into his fifties.
　A number of board members had stepped down and been replaced over the years, but he had never had the chance.

　There was an unwritten rule that if there were two or more members of the board of directors who were members of the same family, their influence would be too unbalanced.

　In order for him to become a board member, his father, the chairman of the board, would first have to retire.
　That time is now at hand.

　He was also going to be inspired.

　For that, we must keep Lax Village as a pawn, absolutely.

　Gandomirahu himself is well-funded as the chairman of the board of trustees, but he is a lad who wants what he is interested in immediately.

　He now felt that he had to control Lax Village to become a board member.

"Can't we somehow bring him to his knees...?

　Gandomirav is worried.
　Gandomirav had completely missed the point.

You're going to be the President of the Center Guild, just like your father, and since you were rude to me, you should give me the retribution I deserve.

　He is not a sergeant of a great family.

　Even if he himself was incompetent, there are mountains and mountains of mountains and rivers that are attracted to his fame and fortune. Some of them have a reasonable amount of knowledge, and they can get into the hands of Tang Henwood.

''Hmmm, Hou........''

　Gandomirahu asked the cronies he had quickly called for their input and had them submit several ideas to trap Dariel.

　One of them was particularly interesting.
　It was a careful plan to investigate even Dariel's family structure accurately and use it.

''That's interesting. It's a win-win situation, turning him into a servant who will do my bidding, and also boosting my name as the director of the Center Guild!　Move forward now!　My heaven is at hand!