The short film was made as an advertisement for the Guardian Guild, one of the S-ranked guilds of the Federation.
Oliver cringed as he watched the man stroll off the screen.
"What the fuck do they intend to show with the ad? Was the baby calf a symbol of the powerless people or something? Was the Guardian the saviour?"
Guilds have a hero division and a hunter division. Both work in tandem and share their manpower. Through their work, they would build a good image, which would help them recruit even more talented people.
"...but is that even trying to be good?"
*SMACK*
Oliver was crashing out when he felt a fist slam on his head.
Turning around, he saw his mother standing nearby.
"Eh! Mom!"
"Who are you cursing at in the middle of the night?"
"Ooops!!!" Oliver immediately covered his mouth.
He temporarily forgot that he was in his house and had cursed.
"Curse! You might have misheard it." He said and avoided her gaze.
"I wish I had."
