No More Pain For This Villain.

In front of me was a huge mediaeval half-timbered structure, located at the heart of Sephra, brimming full of people outside.

The building was very old but well maintained. There were some statues of gargoyles and other monsters on the roof, looking at me.

People were passing through the large wooden door, in and out. Most of them were obviously adventurers with their parties.

"Let's go inside." I said to my "ugly" friend.

' not letting go of that one, huh?' Blaze cringed, I am going to keep this teasing going on a little bit more.

Right now, I am standing in front of the only adventurers' guild in Sephra called "Demacia."

In my world, from what I studied, I know that there were guilds in mediaeval society, not like this one but others. Then a guild was an association of individuals in towns, cities, and counties who formed a united front against interlopers and untrained or overly aggressive authorities. Silversmiths, carpenters, textile workers, and other tradespeople also provided service there.

Similarly, the adventurers' guild is no different. Unlike mercenaries and skilled artisans, adventurers cover a gambit of odd and specialised jobs in the 3 categories that an adventurer guild handles. Exploration, extermination, and retrieval

They explore unknown places, kill mana beasts or monsters for resources and safety, and retrieve.

I entered the main building through the main door, and what I saw was pretty,,,,,

"Organised." It's the only word I can think of after seeing the Demacia Guild from inside.

There were a lot more people than expected, but there was no chaos that I thought would be in here; either way, it was pretty quiet, like a library.

Everyone was minding their own business. Adventurers were hogging around the bulletin boards on the walls; there were multiple of them, sorted according to their tasks' respective ranks.

Jobs generally range from "find my cat" to "kill a behemoth" and are posted by locals who can't do these jobs. It's very likely that jobs will be ranked by difficulty, with precise but vague credentials required for more dangerous jobs.

The guild would not only regulate what constituted an acceptable entry-level adventurer but also what was a reasonably fair request. not "kill a dragon" nonsense

Right Now,most of the requests posted on the bulletin boards were something that would require a four-star mage or warrior at Max; no more manpower was needed, but some of them required a party because of the scale of the job.

They could also create, in emergencies, ad-hoc hunter-killer teams if some monster of the disaster class showed up, like the raging monster or mana beasts.

I walked towards the counter located directly opposite the entrance, and to your surprise, the receptionist is not a teenage loli or a neko girl, but the place was occupied by a bespectacled old man. There was a visibly calmness on his face, some grey strands in between his nicely combed ashy brown hair, and he was wearing a steward's uniform. But the thing that was different from others and stood out were his slightly pointed ears, indicating that he is an elf.

"How can I help you, young man?" The receptionist asked in a very polite manner. His voice was hoarse and heavy. He looked at me from top to bottom like he was doing a full inspection of me.

"I want to join the guild as an adventurer," I replied to him, and he spaced out a little for a second but nodded his head immediately, saying,

"Yeah, why not? I'll bring out the form; just wait a minute." The receptionist clapped his hands together and started scrambling under the desk. Soon he pulled out a thin white paper, assuming that it was an application form, and I took it from his hands when he offered it to me.

"Please fill out and submit this form before taking any further action." the receptionist said,

The form was just like a school admissions form, with some things added and some discarded; we had to fill out our name, elemental manifestation, addresses, etc.

I filled out the form and submitted it to the old receptionist. He took the form from me and checked it before putting it back. He pulled a small wooden slate with a circular rune engraved on the surface from his pocket alongside a pocket knife and placed it on the counter.

"You have to shed some blood," he said with a villainous sentence with a straight face,

Since I already knew about the procedure, I put my thumb on top of the slate, and then,

Slit

The old man skillfully sliced my thumb with the pocket knife, and blood dripped on the rune engraved on the slate. The rune glowed for a millisecond, and the slate absorbed the blood.

"Well, the contract is complete. I ask you to wait for a minute there, and I'll bring you your guild ID in a moment," the old receptionist pointed his fingers in the direction where all the adventurers are sitting and having chat.

The guild has a dining room and bar attached to it in its other half, where adventurers enjoy themselves after completing their quests.

"I'll wait," I walked to the empty round table at the corner of the dining room, sitting on the chair I made myself comfortable until I saw someone looking at me,

A scrawny-looking guy with dull blond hair, a leather jacket, and skin-tight leather pants was intensely boring his eyes into me from the other end of the dining room. He was sitting with a whole bunch of people, maybe their friends or family members.

'Isn't he the same guy that you messed up with on the first day when you came here?' Blaze asked; he has access to my memories, so it's natural for him to know something before his arrival.

"Yeah, he is the same guy." I said as I looked away that I didn't want to cause trouble at the place where I came just a moment ago, but that's not something they considered as I saw a bulky guy with tanned skin and the same spikey hair as the previously mentioned punk guy getting up from his seat while the punk followed behind him.

He crossed the whole dining room at a swift speed and arrived in front of me.

"Hey, are you the one who beat my brother Kale?" he asked as he clutched on to my right shoulder with a strength that felt like he could throw me in one go,

Sigh

"Why do you guys like to touch my shoulders?" It's irritating." I said as I looked him in the eye, "I can see a vein bulging on his forehead."

'Uh-oh, it's going to be messy in here. Make it fun for me, princess.' Blaze was taking his time to enjoy upcoming events,

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[A/N: I going to sit back and enjoy my butter popcorn.]

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