Isaac returned to his office not long after accepting the class advancement quest.
Papers were stacked everywhere. Reports, requests, budget sheets, manpower allocations, construction schedules.
The city was growing faster than anyone had expected, and growth always came with problems that no amount of combat power could instantly solve.
Administrative work was endless.
Thankfully, he wasn't alone anymore.
Old Man Jeremy sat across from him, sleeves rolled up, glasses perched low on his nose as he flipped through documents at a steady pace.
His movements showed his experience.
He didn't waste time rereading things he already understood, and he didn't hesitate to mark issues that needed Isaac's attention.
For a while, the only sounds in the room were the scratching of pens and the occasional rustle of paper.
Then Jeremy stopped.
