The days that followed were unexpectedly peaceful.
Bon had originally believed that infiltrating the Dawnblades would be a simple matter.
An adventurer's team, no matter how famous, should have been eager to accept another Gold-Rank adventurer into its ranks.
Instead, he quickly discovered that he had greatly underestimated the organization.
The Dawnblades were no longer a mere adventurer's team.
They had become something much larger.
...
Every morning, Bon would head to the Adventurers Guild before sunrise. His routine never changed. He accepted a few ordinary commissions to avoid attracting attention, chatted with other adventurers over breakfast, and quietly listened to whatever news happened to circulate throughout Atrium City.
Almost every conversation eventually led back to the same topic.
"The Dawnblades."
"They accepted another thirty recruits yesterday."
"I heard they're renovating another warehouse."
"Did you see the equipment they issued to the new members?"
