The man was a fairly strong new B-rank adventurer, who had the strength to match up his rank. The only issue people had with him was his attitude and his lack of ability to cooperate with anyone other than his party mbers on joint party quests taken on by multiple parties.
As such, the guild had to give him a few warning strikes for his bad behaviour over the past few months.
The four others trailing behind him were the party mbers in question, and they looked terrible and completely fine at the sa ti.
Terrible in the sense that their armours and defensive gear were all beaten and battered, but they surprisingly had zero injuries on their bodies.
"Wait up! Didn't that guy have a scar from that undead Basilisk they fought last month?"
"Yeah…the one that even the bishop from the church said he could not heal because of the high concentration of death magic? Or was it darkness?"
"It was probably a curse."
"The magic type doesn't matter, bottom line is the Bishop couldn't heal the scar, so where the heck is it now?"
"Is he using illusions to hide it?"
Just as the adventurers were beginning to suspect this was the case, a voice spoke up to clear all their doubts.
"No, he's not.
His wound has been completely healed."
The person who spoke up was a young light green haired woman wearing black and red thed robes and having a magic catalyst floating beside her, along with a golden guild card hanging from her neck.
One didn't need to look at the 'A' printed at the back to know what rank she was.
"Hey Tisha, is it or is that girl stopping the flow of life energy to his limbs and preventing him from moving them?!"
Another one of the people seated at the table with her, also having a similar golden-coloured guild card hanging from his neck exclaid in shock upon taking his eyes off his drink and staring at the B ranker piked up on a spear.
His words were loud, and with the superior hearing of everyone inside the guild building, it was pretty hard for them to miss what he said.
One of the other A-rank adventurers on the table called out to the next group of people who entered the adventurer's guild after this unlikely quintet, which was another party of B-ranked adventurers.
"What's up with that?"
Hearing the A ranker's question, the adventurer only sighed and shook his head before replying.
"Their retribution."
"Huh?"
Before they could ask for a further explanation, a guild official had already co over to ask the blonde girl what was wrong and why she had a fellow adventurer piked up on her spear.
However, the reply that they received, was not one they expected.
"Spear? What spear?"
As she tilted her head to the side while asking that question with a look of confusion, the man's body dropped to the ground and the other end of the weapon in her hand was shown to not have a bladed tip.
The next mont, the man, having regained his ability to move, roared out and flared his magic power, with a suffocating pressure descending onto the entire guild hall.
However, just before the A-rank adventurers present could take action to stop him from suffocating everyone D rank and below, the blonde girl's hands blurred and the man dropped to the ground confused.
"Huh?"
While most didn't understand what happened, all B rank and above adventurers who were watching clearly saw what happened, with them having varied reactions of shock and laughter.
Even the robed mage was mildly surprised as with her eyes, she clearly saw the blonde girl move her staff and whack the man's head, before going on to use it to hit the back of his legs and sweep him off his feet.
She also noticed that the injury on his shoulder which was caused by whatever bladed weapon was inside the girl's staff, was infused with magic power at the point when her staff moved over it, healing the wound almost instantly.
Next, the man's shadow seed to co alive as it rose up from the ground and held him down on the floor, covering his mouth in the process to prevent him from speaking.
And pretty much every other adventurer in the guild hall who was on her level saw the exact sa thing that she did.
"Oh my.
She's good."
While so were still recovering from her shock, the girl had gone on to pull out a bunch of quest papers, before introducing herself and making a report to the guild official, inadvertently enlightening everyone on the situation.
Long story short, she and her party mber, took a joint quest alongside two other parties, one of which was the one the man on the floor belonged.
It was a simple quest to eradicate the undead inside a nearby gold mine, however, the undead spotted in the mine included ghouls and Dullahans that were having levels close to 200, with the Dullahans' levels being 210 so it was designated as a B ranked quest.
Apparently, the man was very uncooperative since the beginning, and although she initially tolerated it, when his actions towards the end nearly caused the group to get buried under the mine, she snapped and decided to beat the shit out of him.
Naturally, his party mbers who stood up for him also had their own share of beatings.
"We nearly got surrounded by a drove of level 180 ghouls 'cus of this guy, if she didn't deal with him, I would have done it myself."
A mber of another one of the parties spoke up after she was done with her report, with his fellow party mbers nodding in affirmation, showing how much they were inconvenienced by the man's actions.
Hearing this, the guild official was about to speak when the guild building doors slamd open once more, with another blonde-haired girl walking into the guild.
At her side was a wine-red-haired and dark-eyed girl who gave off tomboy vibes, along with a bunch of ard knights.
"As I thought, it was you."
The blonde girl who just entered spoke up as she set eyes on her fellow blonde, a smile appearing on her beautiful face as she walked up to the other girl and hugged her.
"Lady Antebellum?!"
"How many tis have I told you to just call Myra? You're a tough nut to crack, Eliza."
Such was the interaction between the two that disregarded the surprised expressions of everyone else in the building, with the other tomboy-looking girl sighing and waving off the knight who was about to speak.
"Don't bother with the announcent, she wouldn't like it anyway."
This wine-red-haired girl was soone who was much more familiar to the people of the Cheverton Duchy, which was natural as she was the daughter of its Duke.
And hearing the na that the other blonde-haired girl was called, even those who did not know her face realized who she was.
The presence of the multiple grandmaster-level knights who were clearly her guards only served to confirm this.
'The future Crown Princess!'
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