I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

After completing the procedure at the School of Magic, we were now coming to the Adventurer's Guild.

"Something, mundane?

"On"

Looking at the Adventurer Alliance building, Fran and Ursi are twisting their necks. Having seen so many special buildings in this city, I would have liked to have had excessive expectations of the Adventurer Guild as well.

But the guild's exterior is a very common brick building in this town. Exactly twice as big, but also not too extra huge.

"Let's just go inside."

"Mmm."

"On!"

When I knocked through the door of the guild that way, it was still a normal structure inside. Floors, ceilings, walls and reception counters are built everywhere.

Worried about which requests the adventurer will take, or wasting time negotiating with the receptionist opponent to catch the amount of material purchased, is just like any other adventurer guild.

Only one pair caught Fran's eye.

"Kids?"

'It would be older than Fran...... I guess he's a student at the School of Magic.'

These boys and girls wear leather coats that are quite well made. The shoulder of the coat is finished with an emblem designed to reverse the waves. That emblem looked familiar. It should have been painted on the Magic Academy flag or on the back door.

Some are lined up at the counter, others are looking at the request form. If I hadn't worn a magic college coat, I would have thought I was a regular rushing adventurer.

Apparently, a student at the School of Magic is doing an adventurer. Is that what it is? No, yeah, I'm still wearing my jacket with dignity, and I guess I'm allowed to.

"I don't know why college students do adventurers."

Well, you'll see if you become a teacher.

"In the meantime, let's say hello to the guild"

Anyway, if you're just passing by, I'm gonna be in this city for a while. Well, if I don't fall for the instructor exam. In that case, Fran, a high-ranking adventurer, had to apply to his local guild for a stay. It's not an absolute obligation, but it seems to be recommended.

At times of need, it will be important to know where the high-ranking adventurers are.

"Hey."

"Yes, welcome to the Adventurer Guild. What can I do for you?

"Mm-hmm. I might stay in this town for a while, so I came to say hi. This, Card."

"Oh, is that what you mean? Then we'll take a look at your card."

The receptionist's sister receives a card from Fran. And I looked surprised for a moment. But I'll get my sales smile back soon.

"Ugh, the one above will come, please wait a moment"

"Okay."

You responded by thinking you were an absolutely high-ranking adventurer impersonating a runaway adventurer, right? Still, it's amazing how I kept responding with little smile breaking.

You've recently come to know if that receptionist is a veteran in this first exchange.

As I waited in front of the reception, there were signs of approaching from behind. I thought I was headed to the reception, and I stopped my leg behind the franc as I was.

"Hey, you?

"Hmm?"

It's the blonde girl I've been talking to. A little older than Fran would be. He wears a magic college coat and lowers a sword that emits strong magic on his lower back. But there was only one thing in my sight.

'Uh-oh! Blonde drill! Blonde drill! And deco it out! Seriously! Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Can you laugh at me?

The girl was a so-called blonde vertical roll. I've never seen it so close. Besides, it also has a high-flying ladylike vibe.

I accidentally raised my voice to the level of completeness.

(Master? What's wrong?

"Oh, no, my hair..."

(Hair or blonde?

'Nah, it's nothing. It's a little unusual, so I'm just surprised.'

(Hmm)

Fran doesn't seem interested at all. No, of course not. It's been an excitement since I came to the world and saw the butler and the maid.

Appraisal indicates that she is 16 years old. Since her name is Carona Rival, she must really be an aristocratic lady. Um, if you're a civilian with this haircut, I'm just punishing you.

Competently, it would be about rank e adventurers. Deal with fire magic and hydromagic, but they both have only 3 levels, and they have low melee power.

Still, he possessed minimal skills to operate outside, such as life magic, signs perception, and survival. That's with the other grad students and everyone remembers the skills that will help them survive. Are you teaching at the School of Magic?

"What?"

I turned my gaze to Mr. Blonde Drill so that Fran was slightly more alert. I know there's no hostility here, but the voice contained something slightly thorny or subtle.

"What? It's not."

To Fran's words, Mr. Blonde Drill sighs.

"College students are required to wear jackets when they are asked to do so in the Adventurer's Guild. In that state, it's against the rules."

Apparently, he mistakes Fran for being a student at the School of Magic. And he seems to have spoken out to watch out for Fran, who seemed to be breaking school rules.

"You, what about your coat?

"None"

Well, I'm not a college student, so I don't have one, but there's a better way to put it, right? Sounds like you're not bringing it now, huh?

"Then you can't miss it like this. Welcome back to college."

I knew it was misunderstood. You want me to take you out of the guild, Mr. Blonde Drill grabs Fran's arm. He's not malicious, so Fran's worried about swinging it somewhere, too.

I'm stomping and resisting on the spot for now. Mr. Blonde Drill has a deafening eye for a child. Around not yelling here, maybe he's surprisingly sweet.

As Fran and Mr. Drill silently compared their powers, one man emerged from the back of the guild. He looks like a beautifully shaped man in his late 20s. Well, he's an elf, so I don't know his age from how he looks, but he seemed pretty sure he had a lot of experience.

As a warrior, he has more magic than any magician there. Plus he's a good way to erase the signs and seems highly capable of all-mighty.

As the man approached the receptionist slightly sooner, he spoke to the receptionist. Well, it sounds to me.

"The emergency news went off, but what happened?

Apparently, if you do something at the reception, there's a trick to sound in the Alliance Master's room. It seems convenient when robbing or something. I don't think there's some stupid robbery breaking into the Adventurer's Guild.

"Actually, a highly-ranked adventurer is here to report his stay"

"Hmm? What's your rank?

"B, sir."

"Where are you?

"There she is."

Mr. Drill, who let go once to teach Fran, and the receptionist's sister, who points to Fran, who is asking questions about "going home" and "not going home". And it seems the Alliance Master understood what was happening in an instant.

"Hey, you got a minute?

"Huh? Uh, which is it? We're taking in a little bit."

"No, I need a little help with her."

"... What can I do for you? I'm her guardian."

Mr. Drill stepped forward to shelter Fran. As an upper classmate, I guess you're trying to protect me from the lower classmates.

The Alliance Master only looked like a young man on the outside, and he looked like a suspicious man somehow. If you're a junior adventurer, you don't have to have never been in an Alliance Master.

"Parents? Really?

"... no"

"Huh?"

Fran probably worried for a moment because he feels sorry for Mr. Drill. Because of my bad mouth, I let it go empty. Yeah, I let it get weird with the Alliance Master.

"Right. I am Kinabaro. I'm doing the master of this guild"

"Huh?"

"Mm. Fran the Adventurer"

"Yeah?"

"I didn't expect to see you with an alias. You're welcome."

"Yeah, yeah?

Too surprised, Fran lowered her head pecking at the grumpy blonde drill.

"I'm sorry."

Excuse me, Mr. Blonde Drill.