Unwanted Undead Adventurer - Episode 37

I’ve reached an impasse in my search of the Labyrinth of Moon’s Reflection. Or rather, there’s no reason to anymore. I can’t get to the other side of that wall no matter how I try, and the search of the Labyrinth of Moon’s Reflection has already been pretty much completed. There’s no point in going deeper into an area of the labyrinth that I’ve already explored.

The monsters themselves, to be honest, are not strong enough, or rather, the power that I can absorb from the monsters in the Labyrinth of Moon’s Reflection is gradually becoming smaller. I’m not sure if that’s the limit of how strong monsters in the Labyrinth of Moon’s Reflection can become, or if it’s my own limit…

I don’t want to think it’s the latter, so for now I’m thinking of changing my hunting grounds to deal with this. If that doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. Of course, I don’t mean that I’ll give up, but that I’ll find another way to get stronger.

“So you’re going to the Adventurer’s Guild? I think you’d better not…” says Lorraine, the owner of the house, after I tell her about my plans for today while serving her a meal I made for her and then sitting across from her, licking a little bit of her blood from the bottle.

Today’s plan is to change my hunting grounds from the minor Labyrinth of Moon’s Reflection, which is for beginners and low level adventurers, to the major Labyrinth of the New Moon, which is popular with everyone from beginners to silver level adventurers. Lorraine objected. It’s the last part that Lorraine is objecting to, the part about stopping by the Adventurer’s Guild to take a request. The reason for her objection is obvious: my current appearance would make me look suspicious.

Lorraine continues, “Just try showing them your Rentt Faina adventurer card while looking like that. I’m sure you’ll be questioned immediately. The Guildmaster might even show up. In fact, veteran adventurers may gather from all sides…”

“I’m just a copper-class adventurer. That’s not going to happen, is it?”

In fact, I’m nothing more than a novice adventurer.

But Lorraine says, “…Well, you’re right, you were weak. That’s why you’ve always been a copper-class adventurer. That’s for sure. There’s no doubt about it… But there’s also no doubt that you were a great asset to the Adventurer’s Guild. The tasks you had to do in order to stay in the Adventurer’s Guild weren’t much, and anyone could do them, but not many could do them all perfectly and cleverly. I don’t know what they’ll do if you quit being an adventurer. There was even talk of offering you a job at the Adventurer’s Guild.”

“…You’re kidding… right?”

I’m surprised by what Lorraine is telling me. They’ve been kind enough to offer me a few favors, but I didn’t expect them to even offer me a job at the Adventurer’s Guild. I couldn’t help but think that my future was in good hands. That said, of course, I have no intention to quit being an adventurer.

“It’s true. It’s all… well. Anyway, as long as you’re you, going to the Adventurer’s Guild would be a bit…”

Lorraine then stops talking for a moment. She tilts her head, as if lost in her own words, and then begins muttering to herself, “As long as you’re you? As long as Rentt is Rentt… As long as Rentt isn’t Rentt… Hmm, then maybe we can work something out…”

And when she returns from her monologue, the next moment, she says something surprising.

“…Rentt. If you really want to take requests from the Adventurer’s Guild, you should re-register. Under a different name, that is. Instead of Rentt Faina, you can use… Well, changing your name would be confusing, so just use Rentt, but your family name should be different.”

When I don’t understand what she means, Lorraine then explains in detail.

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“…Ah…”

It’s been a while since I’ve visited the Adventurer’s Guild, but the atmosphere is still the same, and it makes me a little nostalgic. It hasn’t even been that long, but somewhere in my heart, I didn’t think I’d be able to come back here again, so being here in person once again is so moving that it almost brings me to tears.

…Though I don’t know if a Thrall has the ability to shed tears or not. I open my eyes as wide as I can and count to thirty seconds, but my eyes don’t even feel dry. They were dry to begin with. Therefore, no tears come out.

“…?”

A passing adventurer gives me a look that says, “What the hell is this guy?”

I hurriedly start walking and speak to the Adventurer’s Guild staff at the reception desk in order to achieve my goal.

“…Excuse me…”

“Yes? What can I do for you today?”

I look up and see a face that makes me feel very nostalgic.

–Sheila Ivars.

She’s been working at the Adventurer’s Guild for five years now, and she’s gotten used to it. I remember when the Guildmaster asked me to be her first client.

Feeling like I’m about to burst into tears again, but slightly annoyed with myself for not actually being able to do so, I tell Sheila, “I’d like to register as an adventurer.”

“Ah, you want to register… In that case, please fill out this form. If you can’t fill out the form, you can leave it blank,” she says,  handing me a sheet of rough paper.

This paper was made using magic tools in some other country, and is relatively inexpensive. The higher quality, smoother, more durable, and finer paper is used for important national documents and is said to be quite expensive, so it is not widely available. Well, for some reason, I sometimes find them lying around in Lorraine’s house.

I write things down on the paper that was given to me. It’s been ten years since I last filled this out. At the time, I couldn’t write anything worthwhile. My name, my age, and that I could use a sword. That was about it. Now that I think about it, I had a few more skills that I could have written about, but I couldn’t have known at the time that those skills were enough to write about.

For example, I had a little knowledge of herbology and experience in harvesting monster parts. Not many beginners have that level of skill. I learned it by asking the doctors and hunters in my home village to teach me. The reason for this was, of course, to become an adventurer. My goal hasn’t changed since then. Someday, I want to become a mithril-class adventurer. That’s all I want.

To achieve this goal, I don’t care if I have to throw away my achievements as a copper-class adventurer and start over again. It’s not that I don’t want to be Rentt Faina. I’m fine as long as I can be myself. In the first place, the status of a copper class adventurer is not a big deal… Of course, from the point of view of a normal person, you could say that the power I had was amazing enough, but as an adventurer, I was just low level. So, this is fine.

Besides, if my appearance ever returns to normal, I don’t mind working as Rentt Faina. According to the rules of the Adventurer’s Guild, I’m not allowed to register as two different adventurers, but even if I did, there’s no way to confirm it. The main reason is that it doesn’t make much sense to do so. It would be pointless, since it would only split my achievements in the Adventurer’s Guild into two. Besides, while it would temporarily serve as an identification card, the fact that you have it doesn’t mean that you’re innocent.

Lorraine’s suggestion is based on this premise, and is a solution. If I, Rentt Faina, were to come in like this, someone would ask why, but if they thought it was someone else, the chances of them bothering me are pretty slim. In fact, they only looked at me funny when I was standing there. Quite a few adventurers look strange. A guy wearing a robe and a mask, just standing around, is just like any other guy.

With this in mind, I start to work on the last item on the form. No, not the last, but the first. It’s the name field.

For now, I write “Rentt,” but what should I do about the family name…?

I can’t think of anything… Oh well. It’s just a temporary name anyway, so I’ll just write down whatever.

Deciding this, I write it down quickly and easily and then take the form to Sheila.

“…Yes, thank you. You are Rentt Vivier, right?”