The 'Conference' had been called suddenly, and almost no one knew why Harrison had announced it merely a day before it was being held. Invitations were sent to all ranked S-rank and above, Guild leaders and some of their subordinates, as well as the heads of major families and one member of their choosing. There were only a few people in the conference below the rank of S. They were mostly bureaucrats and individuals with S-rank talent potential.
It was to be held in the Drakmor estate, where Ragnar, the only Epic Being on Earth, would be present, 'watching' everyone. Because of that, people from all corners of the world rushed to the Capitol as soon as possible. All of them were dressed exquisitely, except for Alan, sporting sweatpants and a t-shirt. It wasn't exactly his fault that no clothes fit him, now was it?
