Volume 6 – Can’t become an adventurer
Chapter 77 – Scene at the Adventurer’s Guild Branch in Yoshanka
Author Note:
Volume 6 Begins
The question remains: can Emmy-chan truly become an adventurer?
(Hint: Volume Title)
Have fun readings,
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“Hmph! What’s the matter? Quickly take out your weapon, cursed child! You aspire to be an adventurer, do you not have a knife or two?”
“…………”
This place was the Adventurer’s Guild branch office in the town of Yoshanka.
Yoshanka was a city built along the windy cliffs by the sea, all its buildings were made from stone.
Naturally, even the floors were paved with hard stones. Yet, the cursed child who had been provoked,… Emmy, a 7-year-old girl with black hair and eyes, lightly kicked the floor with her bare toes, as if checking its sturdiness.
… With a carefulness akin to touching delicate clay sculptures.
“I have no weapons.”
“What? Are you mocking me, you insolent child! The life of an adventurer involves risking your life! What do you plan to do without a weapon?”
Facing Emmy, the young boy—Kamasse, a magic swordsman with beautiful silver hair cut short and slanted eyes—sneered at her.
The time was around 10 in the morning, a quiet hour when adventurers had left for their quests, leaving the guild relatively deserted.
Inside the Adventurer’s Guild, there were only a few resting adventurers, clients, and the staffs that consist of the receptionist woman, and the branch’s Vice-Director.
Amidst the sound of the Yoshanka’s distinctive sea breeze brushing against the building, provoking words resounded clearly.
However, no one reprimanded Kamasse for drawing his sword against Emmy, who was unarmed.
Emmy was a cursed child with a black hair and black eyes.
Few were inclined to help a cursed child.
Even the receptionist, Pilitza, who should have intervened in conflicts within the guild, rested her chin on her hand while yawning, watching the situation unfold.
That cursed child, despite being a curse child, had pleaded with Pilitza to allow her to register as an adventurer, a request far above her caste.
Yet there was no way to refuse it.
What’s more, that cursed child had even produced a letter of recommendation from the famed Baron Marz Salah, who had once been renowned as an adventurer.
However, she was still a cursed child.
Filthy and ominous.
Ideally, no one would want to get involved with her.
Pilitza crumpled the submitted letter of recommendation into a ball and threw it into the trash, ordering Emmy to leave the guild immediately.
After all, she was a cursed child.
A letter of recommendation from Baron Marz, the “Sword Protector”?
Obviously, it had to be a forged document.
If only the branch director, the long-time friend of Baron Marz, Director Dakkante was here, Emmy might have avoided this treatment.
Unfortunately, luck was not on her side. He was away on a long business trip.
The staff within this small branch consisted only of Pilitza, the receptionist and the branch’s vice director who was not assertive, and rarely expressed opinions. No one would dare oppose her tyrannical behavior.
However, Emmy did not give up.
In broken words, she earnestly appealed to Pilitza, expressing her strong desire to become an adventurer.
Pilitza on the other hand, remained steadfast in her demand for Emmy to leave.
The fruitless exchange continued in parallel, with time passing, until the arrival of the aforementioned magic swordsman Kamasse.
The unjust receptionist who refused adventurer registration and the cursed child occupying the reception counter by clinging on.
In the eyes of the general public witnessing this scene, who would they consider being in the wrong? Clearly, it was the cursed child.
After all, it was decided that the cursed child was the one in the wrong.
Even if she was still a small girl.
So, in order to help the receptionist, Kamasse said something to Emmy.
An adventurer’s role is to fight.
Without strength, you won’t survive.
If you truly wish to become an adventurer, try defeating me.
Consider this a test for adventurer registration.
Saying this, he drew his sword against Emmy.
To defeat her, to frighten her, to prevent her from ever spouting such nonsense about becoming an adventurer again.
Kamasse was currently at the 4th Grade of adventurer rank, but in terms of combat prowess, he was already considered to be at the level of the 2nd Grade.
He had learned sword techniques from a young age in the Sword Saint style and had studied magic at the Grand Sorcery Academy. His knowledge was also vast.
At just 14 years old, he was highly regarded by those around him and was said to have the potential to become a Special Grade adventurer in the future. A real powerful person.
However, his mentality had not matured fully.
Toward those of his age, he was unrivaled and, bluntly put, filled with arrogance.
Anything he disliked, he would crush with his own strength.
This negative aspect surfaced even in this situation.
It appeared.
And that pride of his.
It would be broken.
By Emmy.
◇ ◇ ◇
Before he knew it, Kamasse found himself looking up at the ceiling of the branch office.
He wasn’t entirely clear on what had just occurred.
However, the sensation of the cold, stone-paved floor, the ache at the back of his head from being slammed against it, made it evident that he had quite literally been “defeated.”
The one who had done this was the cursed child he had mocked earlier.
The girl, with a speed that defied comprehension, instantly closed the distance between them as he tried to strike her, leapt slightly, seized Kamasse’s neck, and slammed him onto the floor.
“… ‘Defeat.’”
As she held Kamasse’s neck in the palm of her small hand, the cursed child murmured that.
A voice that was sweet and small.
However, her expression, devoid of any emotion, her deep black eyes, instilled fear in Kamasse.
“…!?”
Trying to shake off the cursed child, Kamasse realized his body wasn’t responding as if it were sewn to the floor. He was bewildered.
Truth to be told, it was Emmy’s doing.
Any stain, stripped away—[Separation].
As she could achieve that, the opposite phenomenon was also easily attainable, she thought.
Thus, she devised the technique—[Adhesion].
Kamasse’s body was stuck to the floor by magic.
Currently, the effect could only be triggered by Emmy’s physical contact. However, once used, its effect persisted for a while.
As Kamasse struggled, unable to comprehend what was happening to his body, Emmy, who had released his neck, approached the reception counter with a determined stride. Facing the dumbfounded Pilitza once more, she conveyed the same request she had been repeating all along.
“… Adventurer registration, please do.”
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Author Note:
Kamasse’s combat evaluation is not wrong.
Inherently speaking, he is a boy who is at a sufficiently high level to be considered a genius.
Volume 6 – Can’t become an adventurer
Chapter 77 – Scene at the Adventurer’s Guild Branch in Yoshanka
Author Note:
Volume 6 Begins
The question remains: can Emmy-chan truly become an adventurer?
(Hint: Volume Title)
Have fun readings,
◇ ◇ ◇
“Hmph! What’s the matter? Quickly take out your weapon, cursed child! You aspire to be an adventurer, do you not have a knife or two?”
“…………”
This place was the Adventurer’s Guild branch office in the town of Yoshanka.
Yoshanka was a city built along the windy cliffs by the sea, all its buildings were made from stone.
Naturally, even the floors were paved with hard stones. Yet, the cursed child who had been provoked,… Emmy, a 7-year-old girl with black hair and eyes, lightly kicked the floor with her bare toes, as if checking its sturdiness.
… With a carefulness akin to touching delicate clay sculptures.
“I have no weapons.”
“What? Are you mocking me, you insolent child! The life of an adventurer involves risking your life! What do you plan to do without a weapon?”
Facing Emmy, the young boy—Kamasse, a magic swordsman with beautiful silver hair cut short and slanted eyes—sneered at her.
The time was around 10 in the morning, a quiet hour when adventurers had left for their quests, leaving the guild relatively deserted.
Inside the Adventurer’s Guild, there were only a few resting adventurers, clients, and the staffs that consist of the receptionist woman, and the branch’s Vice-Director.
Amidst the sound of the Yoshanka’s distinctive sea breeze brushing against the building, provoking words resounded clearly.
However, no one reprimanded Kamasse for drawing his sword against Emmy, who was unarmed.
Emmy was a cursed child with a black hair and black eyes.
Few were inclined to help a cursed child.
Even the receptionist, Pilitza, who should have intervened in conflicts within the guild, rested her chin on her hand while yawning, watching the situation unfold.
That cursed child, despite being a curse child, had pleaded with Pilitza to allow her to register as an adventurer, a request far above her caste.
Yet there was no way to refuse it.
What’s more, that cursed child had even produced a letter of recommendation from the famed Baron Marz Salah, who had once been renowned as an adventurer.
However, she was still a cursed child.
Filthy and ominous.
Ideally, no one would want to get involved with her.
Pilitza crumpled the submitted letter of recommendation into a ball and threw it into the trash, ordering Emmy to leave the guild immediately.
After all, she was a cursed child.
A letter of recommendation from Baron Marz, the “Sword Protector”?
Obviously, it had to be a forged document.
If only the branch director, the long-time friend of Baron Marz, Director Dakkante was here, Emmy might have avoided this treatment.
Unfortunately, luck was not on her side. He was away on a long business trip.
The staff within this small branch consisted only of Pilitza, the receptionist and the branch’s vice director who was not assertive, and rarely expressed opinions. No one would dare oppose her tyrannical behavior.
However, Emmy did not give up.
In broken words, she earnestly appealed to Pilitza, expressing her strong desire to become an adventurer.
Pilitza on the other hand, remained steadfast in her demand for Emmy to leave.
The fruitless exchange continued in parallel, with time passing, until the arrival of the aforementioned magic swordsman Kamasse.
The unjust receptionist who refused adventurer registration and the cursed child occupying the reception counter by clinging on.
In the eyes of the general public witnessing this scene, who would they consider being in the wrong? Clearly, it was the cursed child.
After all, it was decided that the cursed child was the one in the wrong.
Even if she was still a small girl.
So, in order to help the receptionist, Kamasse said something to Emmy.
An adventurer’s role is to fight.
Without strength, you won’t survive.
If you truly wish to become an adventurer, try defeating me.
Consider this a test for adventurer registration.
Saying this, he drew his sword against Emmy.
To defeat her, to frighten her, to prevent her from ever spouting such nonsense about becoming an adventurer again.
Kamasse was currently at the 4th Grade of adventurer rank, but in terms of combat prowess, he was already considered to be at the level of the 2nd Grade.
He had learned sword techniques from a young age in the Sword Saint style and had studied magic at the Grand Sorcery Academy. His knowledge was also vast.
At just 14 years old, he was highly regarded by those around him and was said to have the potential to become a Special Grade adventurer in the future. A real powerful person.
However, his mentality had not matured fully.
Toward those of his age, he was unrivaled and, bluntly put, filled with arrogance.
Anything he disliked, he would crush with his own strength.
This negative aspect surfaced even in this situation.
It appeared.
And that pride of his.
It would be broken.
By Emmy.
◇ ◇ ◇
Before he knew it, Kamasse found himself looking up at the ceiling of the branch office.
He wasn’t entirely clear on what had just occurred.
However, the sensation of the cold, stone-paved floor, the ache at the back of his head from being slammed against it, made it evident that he had quite literally been “defeated.”
The one who had done this was the cursed child he had mocked earlier.
The girl, with a speed that defied comprehension, instantly closed the distance between them as he tried to strike her, leapt slightly, seized Kamasse’s neck, and slammed him onto the floor.
“… ‘Defeat.’”
As she held Kamasse’s neck in the palm of her small hand, the cursed child murmured that.
A voice that was sweet and small.
However, her expression, devoid of any emotion, her deep black eyes, instilled fear in Kamasse.
“…!?”
Trying to shake off the cursed child, Kamasse realized his body wasn’t responding as if it were sewn to the floor. He was bewildered.
Truth to be told, it was Emmy’s doing.
Any stain, stripped away—[Separation].
As she could achieve that, the opposite phenomenon was also easily attainable, she thought.
Thus, she devised the technique—[Adhesion].
Kamasse’s body was stuck to the floor by magic.
Currently, the effect could only be triggered by Emmy’s physical contact. However, once used, its effect persisted for a while.
As Kamasse struggled, unable to comprehend what was happening to his body, Emmy, who had released his neck, approached the reception counter with a determined stride. Facing the dumbfounded Pilitza once more, she conveyed the same request she had been repeating all along.
“… Adventurer registration, please do.”
◇ ◇ ◇
Author Note:
Kamasse’s combat evaluation is not wrong.
Inherently speaking, he is a boy who is at a sufficiently high level to be considered a genius.
