Vanessa stood up from her desk with a small stretch, the bones in her back cracking lightly, and then she released a long, weary yawn.
Her eyes burned from the hours of paperwork she had been drowning under.
Even with her A-rank stamina, the sheer amount of administrative nonsense that came with running Grimmaw Guild after a multi-city series of dungeon raids was enough to kill even an S-rank twice over.
"I feel so tired…" she muttered, dropping her pen for the tenth time tonight.
The worst part was that she still wasn't done.
She had processed maybe seventy percent of everything, but the rest still sat there like a small, malicious mountain of numbered documents waiting to ruin her evening.
She rubbed her eyes.
"I'll have to hold a meeting with everyone tomorrow… see how each squad handled their part of the raid. And I wonder what's going to happen to Supreme Man."
Her lips twisted.
About four hours ago, the official Council media page posted the update:
