A familiar touch came from behind. Although somewhat impolite, Chlorel always felt that Su Yao had gotten heavier recently.
She still didn’t understand the body structure of this blonde loli. She had never seen a monster that didn’t need to eat or drink at all.
Or rather, was she even a monster?
Even the Saintess of the Holy Nation couldn’t bring people back from the dead like she did.
It was more fitting to say she was a god than a monster.
“Chlorel, if you were to build a luxurious house, how much do you think it would cost?”
Really, what was she thinking? How could a god have such worries?
Su Yao was just Su Yao.
“Putting aside the cost, first of all, the lord of this territory is the Marquis of Weirley. Without his permission, building anything here is illegal.”
“Is that so? But I can’t keep making you all live in the Dungeon rooms forever, can I? Humans will die if they don’t get sunlight.”
She admitted Su Yao was right. As a human, she naturally wanted to live above ground, but as a fallen princess, she was already very grateful to have a place to stay.
Besides, now she could live together with Su Yao, and the food was even tastier than what she had in the Capital.
So the small price of not getting sunlight was something she could bear—if only she could live like this forever…
No!
Her father, her mother, and the soldiers who sacrificed themselves for the Nation—how could she live happily here all alone?
“It’s decided. When I see Hilvi later, I’ll propose building a manor near the Dungeon. After all, I want to live above ground. And one day, I’ll find a way for you and Sofia to openly show your smiles under the sun.”
Yes, if only that day really came.
Speaking of which, that declaration was truly her style—always about what she wanted, but every time, the people around her benefited the most.
They had agreed from the start to take what they needed and owe nothing, but she had gained far more than she gave.
If this continued, she would become inseparable from Su Yao.
No, in fact, she could no longer imagine life without Su Yao now.
———–
Moravia.
Su Yao climbed down from Chlorel’s back and stepped onto the familiar stone-paved road.
There were noticeably more soldiers guarding the city, and unlike previous times when they seemed listless, today they were particularly serious.
Perhaps some big shot had come to inspect.
With a whole day left before her appointment with Hilvi to deliver the goods, today she could finally take Chlorel to visit the Adventurers’ Guild she had long dreamed of.
Yes, the very place often featured in games and that island-nation style Western fantasy.
The sign carved beside the arched entrance bore its name, a plaque with a crossed sword and axe radiating strength.
Under the pale yellow lantern light, a group of burly men clad in leather and armor raised their cups, boasting loudly and chatting, occasionally breaking into petty quarrels.
Well, this wasn’t quite what she had imagined.
Rather than an Adventurers’ Guild, it felt more like a tavern. From the moment she and Chlorel stepped in, the group of drunken men with overflowing hormones shamelessly stared at them.
Every so often she heard remarks like “So pretty” and “Noble brat.”
But so far, no brazen fool had come up to talk, which eased Su Yao’s tense heart somewhat.
But where were the magician ladies? The scantily clad ranger beauties? The petite female thieves? The priestesses in sacred garb?
None of them were here!
Had she entered a fake Adventurers’ Guild?
The only one fitting her stereotype was probably the receptionist at the front desk.
Ugh! Who would have a receptionist leaning on her hand and muttering to herself like that? And what was with those deadfish eyes?
“Posting a quest? Just register the quest details here.”
A lazy female voice whispered by her ear without even looking up.
“We’re not posting a quest. We want to register as adventurers!”
“Huh?”
…
How rude! She at least had Lv10 swordsmanship now. What did “noble brat playing house somewhere else” even mean?
Judging by appearances had to have limits too.
Fortunately, she was sensible enough, and at least Chlorel’s registration was successful. As for the name, naturally, it was a pseudonym.
No time to waste. Now that they were adventurers, the first thing was to find a suitable quest.
Considering Chlorel’s current level and skills…
Wait, she saw a quest with extremely high rewards but very low difficulty—explore the Black Dragon’s Lair in the Northern Forest.
Difficulty S-rank, reward ten gold coins.
Compared to other quests that only paid in silver coins, this one was obviously giving her money away. Why? Because the so-called “Black Dragon’s Lair” was her own Dungeon.
Su Yao had Chlorel tear down the paper from the quest board and find the deadfish-eyed receptionist again.
“Kid, a friendly reminder—the Black Dragon isn’t just a winged lizard. Don’t let your maid die for you.”
She didn’t seem that bad after all.
This world had no restriction that “new adventurers could only take low-difficulty quests.” Life was your own; if you had the skill, earn money; if not, become roadkill. No one would stop you if you didn’t know how to value it.
There was, however, a rating system based on how many quests you completed and their difficulty. Becoming a high-ranking adventurer had many benefits—but that was none of their concern right now as newcomers.
“No problem, we’ll take this quest.”
Upon hearing that, the receptionist took out a transparent crystal from under the desk. Looking closely, it contained faint white veins.
“Take this Record Crystal. After infusing it with magic, it will automatically record your surroundings. If the guild finds you cheating, not only will they withhold your reward, but they will also fine you.”
As the saying goes—good advice is wasted on the damned. Since this blonde loli was so eager to die, she wasn’t going to stop her.
Besides, she looked quite excited. Kids were just kids—they didn’t understand the harshness of this world…
———-
“Master, I don’t quite understand. Why did you choose to accept this quest? Ten gold coins should be more than enough for the deal with Hilvi, right?”
Leaving the Adventurers’ Guild and walking through the streets of Moravia, Chlorel looked at the excited Su Yao in confusion.
Many of her actions didn’t make sense, but sometimes those actions brought unexpected results.
Yet this time, no matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t understand what Su Yao was trying to do. It couldn’t be just for the quest reward, could it?
“Chlorel, don’t you think our Dungeon is too quiet?”
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