I Became the Guild Leader in Exile

0 – Became the Guild Master who Banished the Protagonist

Who is the most terrifying enemy in the world?

A strategist so capable it’s maddening? A ruthless tyrant? Or perhaps a genius with an intellect beyond compare? They are undoubtedly terrifying adversaries just to hear about. Unfortunately, however, they are not the correct answer to this particular issue at hand.

There existed an enemy far more terrifying than those three. That enemy was simply an incompetent ally. Being merely incompetent might not seem like much, but when coupled with zealousness, it becomes truly insurmountable.

Especially when the incompetent individual holds a high position. For instance, one who leads an entire guild as its Guild Master. Astonishingly, there was a figure who fit perfectly into this proposition.

Isaac Silverter.

The Guild Master of the Iron Shield, possessing strength befitting his position. However, despite this strength, he was deemed highly incompetent.

There were several reasons for this assessment. However, the most significant was his excessive jealousy and shortsightedness in decision-making. Particularly, a leader guiding a faction should make decisions as rationally as possible.

Isaac moved in precisely the opposite direction. He simply changed the guild according to his whims, expelling anyone who opposed him. Not even the protagonist was an exception.

“But Zeke has dedicated himself to the guild for so long! How can you just cast him aside like this?!”

“That guy has suspicions of colluding with other guilds. How can we leave a traitor within our ranks?”

“Where’s the evidence?”

“We’re investigating it right now.”

By keeping only those who spoke favorably by his side and ruthlessly cutting off those who offered bitter advice, the downfall of the Iron Shield under his leadership became an inevitable course.

“Master! This request is too risky!”

“Shut up! Are you also disrespecting me?!”

“N-no, it’s not that. Just consider this more cautiously…”

“Zeke, that brat did things on his own! We’re a majority here!”

Isaac, envious of the achievements Zeke, the protagonist, had accomplished, made numerous blunders. Eventually, in his reckless pursuit of subduing a monster, the guild was annihilated, and he himself fell into corruption through that very monster.

“I may not forgive you, but I pity your life.”

“Who are you to pity me?!”

“In the end, you were just a puppet manipulated by others.”

“Why do I have to die?! What did I do wrong?!”

Even until the end, Isaac failed to realize his mistakes. It was a pity to the extent that even the protagonist, laying aside thoughts of revenge, felt sympathy for him. He was just too foolish.

But that’s me.

I fell victim to the cliche plot of being transmigrated into a novel. There was no reasonable cause for it. They called it a reward for being the best reader, and I naively accepted it with joy.

But was this “reward” nothing but crap?

I knew all too well.

Usually, in situations like this, utilizing knowledge from the original world to avoid an unhappy fate is the norm. But I didn’t even have an ounce of satisfaction to content myself with that.

When a man draws his sword, something must be cut.

“Even though I went through all this trouble with possession, is that enough to satisfy you?”

Of course, I never intended to remain as a foolish guild leader like in the original work. But since this is how things turned out, I am going to run the guild with a strict concept. How dare they throw sh*t at me?

Let me show you what happens when you anger a concept nerd.