1 MONTH LATER.

In the central region of Alfheim, a meeting was being conducted inside a grand manor where a heated discussion was going on in the big main hall that could hold over a thousand guests at once.

Despite the intricate, pristine architecture and refreshing decor of this hall, the topic of discussion had left all 26 individuals feeling despondent and agitated at the same time.

A large round table was arranged at the center where the leaders among their respective groups were seated and representing their interests as well as arguing among themselves.

The rest of their people stood behind them varying in numbers for each leader.

However, there were no normal people or even servants in this massive manor. The secrecy of this meeting was something no low-ranked or commoner individual would even dream about because all of these people present here were

Saints.

At this moment, out of 31 saints in Alfheim that were in the Mercenary business, 26 had gathered together.

There was one common factor that brought all these people to this meeting, a threat that greatly affected them

The Misthios Guild.

Bang!

"This cannot go on! Many of us have lost a lot of our clients and suffered too many losses.

And all of that because of that crafty bastard Legolas Ragnarsson!" an Elf who appeared to be in his 40s spoke loudly, openly revealing the hatred filled in his eyes.

However, no one dared to make any remark or even speak anything that could offend this person given his identity as a 4th stage saint.

Sedaris Evarn, the elf in red and blue attire of a businessman, spoke with a vengeful voice.

His identity was none other than the President of the LNP guild. The one who tried to obstruct the procedure of the Misthios guild coming into existence and his machinations ended up in being the Misthios guild sending him a 'message' in the form of a detached head of their vice-president as well as his friend named Ra***.

"This cannot go on. Although my guild had suffered the least but we can never be too cautious." spoke a female warrior who sat besides Sedaris. But her standing and prestige in this meeting was no lesser than the former.

Lagertha Skjoldottir, the guildmaster of 12 Valkyries had come with all of their saints as well.

Behind her, was a group of extremely strong, well-equipped and unusually attractive females. All of them were none other than the female saints of their guild titled as the Valkyries.

Yet, despite their differing clothing, fighting classes and demeanor they stood in order, giving an oppressive aura that sent a subconscious message to not even look at them the wrong way.

"Should we target them? If all of our guilds create trouble and ostracize them in our community it won't be hard to make them abandon their guild." spoke Sedaris.

To his words, many of them nodded as this seemed like an effective way.

"Wishful thinking. The other side has the 2nd highest number of saints in their guild now.

Do you think it will be that easy?" asked Lagertha, her heavy and thunderous voice sending shivers down their bodies.

Although she had a brutish demeanor, many already knew how insightful she was. Otherwise, the 12 Valkyries would not be the number 1 guild of Alfheim.

Just then Sedaris and everyone else had their eyes wide open, then their expression turned solemn.

"They're here!"

Creak!

The massive metal door to this meeting hall opened and silhouettes of many figures appeared.

Step!

Step!

Thud!

Step!

7 figures walked in with firm and loud steps. 2 of them being 2 meters in height while the rest were close to 6 feet tall.

The new arrivals also did not bother hiding their auras and revealed their saint pressures without restraints.

Sedaris revealed a scornful gaze as he spoke

"The Misthios guild."

Kahn in his Legolas personal, along with the 6 generals with their alternate identities as his commanders had also appeared with him leading the group. He was revealing his aura of a 2nd stage saint and others were only 1st stage saints. Yet their numbers were only second to the 12 Valkyries.

Rose Hightower, one of the valkyries who was previously implicated in the matters of Lord Horik's territory and the legendary rank monsters, was also present with other Valkyries. She walked forth and whispered something in Lagertha's ears who was seating on the chair.

Just with Legolas and his commanders appearing, the atmosphere of the meeting hall instantly turned tense and grim.

All of the saints revealed their discomfort and hate towards his group without hiding it.

Legolas then walked close to the table, yet there was no chair left for him.

"Tch! You all invited me here for a meeting but there's no seat for me." he spoke in a discontent voice.

The other leaders other than Lagertha revealed an uptight expression as if they felt some sense of superiority with this action.

"Ah so petty." spoke Legolas.

Thud!

But the next moment, he pulled out something from his space ring and placed it away from the round table.

Unlike the rest this wasn't a chair but a throne.

Without showing any sense of shame or manners, Legolas sat on this black and golden tall throne with his legs folded.

He then took out a cigar from his black and blue longcoat and summoned a small flame on his forefinger, lighting it up and having no sense of fear or courtesy towards any of the saints as he started smoking it.

"I heard all of you were talking shit about me." he spoke fearlessly and looked around the hall, having no sense of respect for anyone in this meeting.

This conduct arose the ire of many saints.

BOOM!

The entire manor was then filled with intense killing intent as the leaders were offended so casually by the Ironborn Elf guild leader.

BOOM!

However, Legolas activated War Dominance and his black and red aura filled with sovereignty and bloodlust while his 6 commanders also revealed their highly murderous and oppressive aura; instantly repelling all of the auras revealed by the other side.

Even 4th stage saints like Sedaris and Lagertha were taken aback. Both could sense that Legolas was much powerful than he looked.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The entire manor started shaking because of these saint pressures and even the walls shook while the furniture vibrated continuously.

Luckily, no normal individual below saint rank was here. Otherwise, they would've died more like plastered on the floor already.

Soon, some of the saint guild leaders who were oppressed and felt threatened by the auras from the Misthios guild's side started talking.

A heated discussion filled with several complaints echoed in the hall.

"What you did is immoral and beyond the ethics of the community." spoke Sedaris in a ghastly voice.

"Bullshit! If that was the case, why isn't every guild leader of Alfheim present here?

Only those who lost their clients to us are gathered in this meeting." rebuked Legolas as he kept smoking his cigar.

"And what morals and ethics are you people talking about?

If you hadn't made underhanded deals and scammed your own clients for money, I wouldn't have been able to reel them in to my side in the first place.

So don't try to use this fake facade of righteousness in front of me. After all" said Legolas and continued in a stern voice.

"There's no honor among thieves."

The expression of all the leaders had turned aghast after Legolas spoke those words without hiding his thuggish conduct.

But his words were indeed the truth that none of them openly wanted to admit.

No criminal ever admitted to committing the crime when caught.

These guild leaders were no different than the prestigious figures akin to people in high places of power. So no way would they openly admit ripping off their own clients for personal greed.

Finally, the president of LNP spoke unable to hide his hatred.

"So what? Everyone looks after their interests!

Yet you dared to steal from all of us! Aren't you afraid?" this time, he openly threatened Legolas as he revealed his enraged face, full of malice.

"You're all surrounded by people who despise you the people you offended by poaching clients.

If we all banded together not a single one of you will leave this place alive and neither will anyone ever know about what happened here." he declared loudly, trying to make his rival fear by borrowing the name of other saints who also hated them equally.

"There are 31 saints. You're only 7... More than 4 times your numbers.

You think you stand a chance?" asked Lagertha, her gaze being stern but showing no interest in a skirmish.

In a way, she was trying to gauge the elf on the other side of the table.

"Oh I wonder why I didn't bring up any backup then?" spoke Legolas to himself. But the next moment, a sly grin appeared on his face.

"Oh wait I did."

BOOM!

Crackle!

The entire manner shuddered and cracks formed on the walls while the ceiling started crumbling in some parts of the manor.

Clang!

Clang!

Step!

Just then another new entry arrived through the main door, giving an eerie aura while the intense bloodlust had basically frozen everyone from the rival side.

A man with tall build and silver hair walked in. His bare-chested upper body and two Katanas were the striking features.

Omega aka Raiden Hrodvitsson had appeared in this meeting hall.

However, everyone present here including the two strongest saints were taken aback and surprised to their core because of the aura he revealed.

A 4th stage Saint!