The members of the Stark Brotherhood talked to each other excitedly as they traveled back to Starkhold.
The chances were high that they would become the new Four-Weapons Guild!
Sure, their biggest rival still had to enter the competition, but beating the Stark Brotherhood's score would be insanely difficult.
Everything returned to normal, except that the members were more excited and anxious.
What if their rival actually managed to perform miracles?
What if they somehow managed to cheat?
Their rival would come last.
In three days, they would know.
Two more teams finished the next two days.
152 and 238 points.
Nothing special.
Then, the third day came.
Today, their biggest rival would fight.
Kyle left early in the morning to watch the competition as the Stark Brotherhood's representative.
The members were nervously awaiting Kyle's return.
The day seemed to drag on for an eternity.
Then, during the night, Kyle returned.
Almost every single member of the Stark Brotherhood had gathered in the cafeteria, which was filled to the brim.
Noah had to bring order to the cafeteria more than once.
As Kyle stepped through the door, everything became quiet.
Kyle looked around.
"253," he shouted.
Nobody cheered.
They were just confused and shocked.
253?
That was… a bit above average.
"Are you serious?" Wyveria asked. "This is not the time for jokes."
Kyle just smirked. "They didn't even try," he said. "They just went through the motions. They didn't even have a single death. I'm pretty sure they didn't even try to win. Our score must have intimidated them, and they just gave up."
Slowly, the mood changed from shocked and skeptical to excited.
"To the Stark Brotherhood!" a random Fighter shouted, lifting up an alcoholic drink.
Very quickly, more and more answered with their own shouts, and soon enough, everything became loud again.
People were partying and celebrating.
They would become a Four-Weapons Guild!
They were part of a Four-Weapons Guild!
When Kyle saw everyone celebrating, he just smiled and went to the door.
He didn't have time to party.
He needed to work on his Methods.
"Wait."
Kyle stopped and looked at Wyveria, who was looking at him with furrowed brows.
"Yeah?" Kyle asked.
"How did we get all of these points?" she asked.
"Ah, that," Kyle answered. "Yeah, that's because of the Chief. He has an Aristocrat's Body and is pretty fucking powerful. "
The noise level in the cafeteria dropped significantly.
Fighters had strong hearing, and Kyle hadn't even whispered.
Noah glanced at Kyle before sighing.
That was a bit too casual for a guild-wide announcement.
Naturally, the Chief had already told Noah and Kyle that they didn't have to keep his identity secret anymore.
Of course, since Noah was so thorough and professional, he still decided against making it public knowledge.
Not needing to keep secrets and actually publicly announcing something were two different things.
The Chief wasn't really talking to anyone.
And Kyle simply hadn't been asked.
Because of that, the secret had persisted for a couple of days more than necessary.
Kyle just wanted to get back to his gigantic mountain of work, and he just casually answered the question.
Meanwhile, everyone looked at Kyle in shock.
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