Ian began his daily work in his room.
Recently, it had become a routine for mail and documents to be piled up from the early morning.
The mercenary group was growing in scale, and with the addition of tasks from the merchant guild and the Louise Atelier, the workload was increasing to an incomparable level compared to when it was just a small band of mercenaries.
Most of it was unnecessary news, but occasionally, important updates that required attention were mixed in, so he couldn't just ignore them blindly.
While a quick glance in the morning had been enough until now, the volume was no longer something Ian could simply read and organize on his own as he used to.
Because of that, it had been a headache for a while, but recently, he had regained some leisure in his mornings.
It was thanks to the fact that he now had employees to handle the miscellaneous tasks, so he no longer needed to check everything personally.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
