𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫
A girl is clinging to the guild staff.
Moreover, there are three of them.
They look like poor people about to have their household goods taken away by debt collectors.
“Please! Please have mercy!”
“Just wait three more days, no! Just one more day!”
“We’ll do anything!”
What is this?
There’s a painful sight that I can’t bear to look at.
Especially if they are all beautiful young women.
The staff is completely at a loss.
And don’t look at me for help, Jennifer.
When I tried to turn on my heel because it seemed like it was going to be a hassle, she made a face like she was about to cry.
Is that okay? The staff of the adventurer’s guild, who can silence even a crying child, is. . .
Sighing, I approached the center of the commotion.
“What’s the event? This.”
“Well, Lionel-san, these girls. . .”
Jennifer explains with a clearly relieved face.
But it’s not much of a story to explain.
These three girls formed a clan about a month ago, but they haven’t paid their guild dues, so they’ve been notified of their expulsion.
That’s all there is to it.
I can’t help but laugh at how obvious it is.
The Adventurer’s Guild, also simply called the Guild, is, as the name suggests, a mutual aid organization for adventurers.
Therefore, the operating funds must be borne by the adventurers themselves.
Who else is going to put up the money for an organization for adventurers? So, that’s what’s called a guild fee, and adventurers who don’t pay it are naturally expelled.
Then, for example, they lose a place to sell the cores of monsters they’ve hunted, or the spoils they’ve obtained in ruins. Even before that, they can’t accept requests from the guild.
It’s a dead end for an adventurer.
It may seem harsh, but if adventurers who don’t pay their guild fees can receive benefits, those who do pay lose their position.
Are we going to support people who don’t even put up money with the money we’ve paid?
So, if you don’t want to pay the guild fee, you have no choice but to become an adventurer who doesn’t belong to a guild and takes individual jobs.
Whether they can make a living that way is highly doubtful.
“By the way, are you so poor that you can’t afford to pay the guild fee?”
I ask as I peel the women clinging to Jennifer off her.
It’s too unsightly.
Even among the demon guild staff, she is quite kind. It’s pitiful to treat her like a bad guy.
“They shouldn’t be poor. They’ve already completed two requests.”
“That’s quite an achievement.”
I nod at Jennifer’s explanation.
A clan that was formed a month ago has a record of two. It’s not a bad number at all, and they should have received a reward that would easily cover the guild fee.
Why can’t they pay?
“That’s. . .”
“We divided the reward equally among everyone. . .”
“There’s nothing left. . .”
The girls start to explain in a whisper.
Yeah. I kind of figured it out.
This is a bad pattern.
The three girls introduced themselves as Asuka, Miliaria, and Meisha.
All of them are sixteen years old (full fifteen years old), and have been friends since childhood.
In other words, they have a relationship like Luke and me. They’re just like us, right up to the point where they become adventurers and start a clan to make a name for themselves.
Asuka has bright red hair and blue eyes, and she seems to be the vanguard. Her job is a swordsman and her talent is “hero,” just like Luke, which is a bit annoying, but it’s not her fault at all.
There are not a few adventurers who choose to be swordsmen or warriors as their job when their talent is a hero.
To explain, talent is the direction of talent given by the Supreme God.
It is bestowed at the church in the year you turn ten.
But I think of it as a kind of gift from God. After all, I’ve never heard of anyone being given a talent like “ordinary” or “fool.”
It’s all cool stuff like “hero” like Luke and Asuka, or “strategist” like me.
By the way, my “strategist” talent is quite rare.
It’s said to show talent in things like strategy, command, and organization management.
So, a job is a class as an adventurer.
Asuka and Luke are swordsmen. In other words, they’re people skilled in handling swords.
Miliaria, with her brown hair and eyes of the same color, is a “Sage” and her job is a wizard.
Meisha, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, is a “Saint” and a monk. She says her faith is in the Supreme God.
I’d say they have a fairly balanced party.
Since they were childhood friends, their coordination should be good.
It’s understandable that they’ve been successful in their requests one after another, even though they’ve just formed.
The problem, however, is that the bad side of being too friendly is showing.
There’s no one taking proper leadership, and everything is too casual. The full distribution of rewards is a prime example.
Because they don’t set aside money properly as clan funds, this happens.
I’m sure they just distributed it without thinking, saying something like, “Let’s share it all. Kaching.”
It’s completely amateurish.
“What should we. . . do. . .”
With teary eyes, Asuka looks up at me.
It’s easy to abandon them. Rather, there’s no obligation or reason to help them.
But. . .
“Jennifer, how much is their sponsorship money? I’ll cover it for them.”
With a sigh, I asked the clerk.
