Dodgy wager

"I see." The middle-aged man's eyes twitched a bit. "So you're the piece of shit who got an executive position by getting in the good graces of the Guild Master."

Bruh.

"So it would seem." I shrugged.

I mean, as unfortunate as it is, he's not exactly wrong about that. 

Usually, the position of an executive is given to a trusted comrade who has proven his abilities through hard work.

However, in my case, Azell just served the position to me, a suicidal child he met for the first time, on a silver platter just because he pitied me (probably, unless he has a nefarious goal for keeping me, a second Samur, around).

Anyway, it seemed my nonchalant response had irritated the middle-aged man even further.

"Ha, so you do realise what you have done." He scoffed.

"I'm known for my ability to objectively view a situation." I smiled.