Shut the fuck up.
"Yes, as mentioned before, once you successfully complete this mission, your party, 'the ones who actually do all the work and should be rewarded,' will become the party of Elite Mercenaries."
The man nodded, though in his head, he just sighed,
'Just what in the hell is that name…?'
Of course, the women never once cared about what his thoughts were. They were only waiting for him to complete all the formalities: verify what they had brought, approve that they had completed their mission, and register the new mission they were about to take under their party's name.
"It would have been much easier to select Elite Level Missions if you had thought it through, you know?"
Suddenly, a voice was heard.
The instant they heard him, the women sighed inwardly and turned around, looking at the man with eyes that were clearly not very welcoming.
"What? Don't look at me like that."