“The receptionist Melissa-san, with her cute dimples when she smiles, has a charming round face full of charm. She has a beautiful face with a fox-like appearance, radiating a unique warm aura that makes her hard to dislike. By the way, to register with the guild, it costs one silver coin. Of course, I was nervous because I had no money, but it seems that payment can be made later without any problems. It was quietly my first debt in life.”
“Oh, and I decided to go with my real name, Masaru Kazuno, for registration. Thinking about it later, it might have been better to use a fake name, but… I just accidentally wrote my name out of habit during the exam.”
“However, having a surname… could it be that you are a nobleman from the Far East?”
“Haha, no way.”
“Seems like everyone in this world with deep European-like features, so I was a little nervous because they were all. However, it seems that black hair and black eyes are not so rare in this world, as everyone from the country of Eija in the Far East is said to have black hair and black eyes.”
“Now that I have become an adventurer, Melissa-san proceeds to explain me the necessary information about being an adventurer. In essence, adventurers are divided by rank from F to S, based not purely on strength but on the contribution to the guild including mission completion rates and specialized knowledge. Explanations cover a variety of topics beyond just rank. Adventurers are fundamentally at a loss and the guild does not intervene in disputes between adventurers. If a mission is not completed, a penalty equal to the reward amount will be imposed. Moreover, repeated failure in missions can lead to a drop in rank or even expulsion from the guild.”
“In short, they emphasize living an adventurer’s life within one’s means, Melissa-san finishes with a proud expression on her face. Her impressive chest swayed, and the adventurers in the back audibly swallowed in admiration.”
“Masaru-sama, please be careful not to be misled by ranks when forming a party.”
“Yes, thank you very much.”
“It seems that Melissa-san, like Banzu-san, also perceives me as a rural aspiring adventurer, as her gaze was somehow very gentle. She doesn’t seem to be teasing me, just genuinely concerned, which feels a bit uncomfortable.”
“Oh, by the way, I hunted some monsters on the way here. Can I ask you to buy the materials?”
“Yes, that’s not a problem… but adventurers, lives are precious. Even if you can use magic, you could easily die. As I mentioned earlier, please be mindful of engaging in activities that match your current rank. The guild’s material room provides access to a monster guide.”
“Y-yes… your advice is duly noted.”
“Um, so… where should I bring the monster materials?”
“Ah, here.”
“Using my Level 3 Time-Space Magic, I retrieve the monsters I defeated from my item box. I understand that it’s rather rude to just dump a corpse here, so I discreetly show the bloody orc head, only revealing the ears.”
“Where should I place this?”
“I-I’m surprised. I never expected you to have a ‘storage bag’! Being able to use multiple rare attributes and even valuable magic tools… Could it be your true identity… No, no, it’s fine. I see through everything!” Melissa-san seems to be expanding on some sort of fantasy, starting to laugh suspiciously.”
“I would be in trouble if everything was seen through… but well, it seems fun, so I’ll let her speculate as she pleases.”
“But magical tools, huh… Unlike when I showed the Lightning, there was no surprise that I can use Time-Space Magic. Maybe Time-Space Magic is rarer than Light Magic or Thunder Magic? Or perhaps this ‘storage bag’ is quite common? For now, it seems safer to pretend to have a ‘storage bag’ until I understand everything.”
“I ask Melissa-san for the location and head to the dismantling site attached to the guild. There, a burly man with a towel wrapped around his head, looking like a craftsman, instructs me to place the monsters. Since I can learn, this time, I place the monsters I defeated on the way, pretending my backpack is a ‘storage bag.'”
“Because you can also sell the meat, the highly sellable orcs, scorched in places from being defeated by Lightning Magic or Fire Magic, are lined up one by one.”
“Hey, man, your ‘storage bag’ is unbelievable!”
“Five whole orc carcasses!? I’ve only seen something like this from an A-rank adventurer!”
“After pulling out all five defeated orcs, the processing team seems to be making a lot of noise. It seems I made the right call not bringing out the goblins…”
“After convincing myself that my ‘storage bag’ is worthy of five orc carcasses, I receive a green note. If I present this at the reception starting tomorrow, I will receive the sale price of the materials minus the processing fees. Aside from actual missions, it seems I can leave the rest to them. Although the price may be lower than selling them individually, it’s not a problem.”
“My objective in coming to Grisnia is not just to eat, but to check on the safety of my classmates who were also summoned as heroes last year. Ignorant of the attention, I stand out a little too much in the guild. The piercing gazes and intimidating recruitment tactics make me uneasy, so I decide to head outside. I can gather information about the heroes through inquiries in Grisnia. Sigh, even though I didn’t even fight, I suddenly feel exhausted. I just want to rest at home soon…”
