'Whew….'
Ian let his body sink into the sofa in the lounge.
It was late in the evening when he returned after finishing the meetings at the Guild.
He couldn't even remember how many days it had been this time.
Tanya, approaching Ian who was lying there like a corpse with his eyes closed, asked quietly.
'Are you all right?'
'No….'
Since a response came back, fortunately, he wasn't a corpse.
Ian, who had been resting his eyes for a moment, regained his senses and raised his head.
'There's not much time left. Is it still not over?'
'No. I think it's mostly wrapped up.'
With the monster invasion just around the corner, the endless cycle of meetings had finally reached a conclusion.
This year's meetings were particularly intense because of the agenda Ian had brought forward, largely due to the immense dissatisfaction from those in charge of the walls.
It wasn't like they could suddenly make non-existent troops appear out of thin air.
