Published: February 1, 2026
Even though the Shipboard Festival was approaching, there was no change to what Rizel and the others had to do.
As adventurers, they took on quests and ventured into labyrinths, and when not doing that, they wandered around, met acquaintances, and attended Arim’s ancient language lessons without leaving too many days in between. They were nearing the end of the lessons, and as they talked about that, they had already visited the guild since morning today.
“What’s your complaint?”
“I’m worried that if the lessons end, I won’t get to read the rest of the books I want.”
“If it’s that Denka, he’d probably let you join as leader even without any reason.”
“I wonder. Even so, I think it’s better to have a justified reason.”
They stepped through the door and entered the guild, heading as usual to the quest board where people gathered.
Glancing habitually at the warning board beside it, they saw that due to the heavy rain at dawn, the ground had loosened in parts of the jungle, marked with red chalk crosses. These were landslide warnings.
Without paying much attention, they skimmed the board and stood before the quest board. Rizel and the others were still scanning from rank F quests, drawing curious glances from those around wondering what they'd pick if they chose rank F. Rizel’s occasional actual acceptance of rank F quests proved it wasn’t just a glance.
“You’ve read so much already, what are you still curious about?”
“Well, since it’s the royal palace library, there are many rare books. The one I read the other day was fascinating, about a warrior tribe that existed in the era when ancient language was used, who possessed magical power—”
“Oi.”
Jill grabbed Rizel’s head just as she was about to enthusiastically continue, turning her head aside. Though she could have listened, she obediently looked that way and saw Eleven waiting, holding out a single sheet of paper like a poster towards her. What perfect teamwork.
But before admiring that, her eyes caught the poster-like sheet itself. It was indeed a poster or advertisement, with the headline: "Adventurers’ Guild Sponsored: Dungeon Item Exhibition."
“We’re recruiting dungeon items. The guild is participating in the Shipboard Festival, huh? I wonder if this event will be lively.”
“Dungeon items are rare to see for regular people. It’s probably going to be pretty good.”
Dungeon items were familiar to adventurers but less so to others unless they were merchants. They were scarce and seldom sold to the public.
Dungeon treasure chests didn’t always yield dungeon items. More often, they contained weapons and tools available in shops, rarely of much value if not from deep-level chests. Only unique items tied to the dungeon itself were called dungeon items, ranging widely in type, often with special effects or rarity. Due to their uniqueness, they seldom appeared in shops but passed directly to those who sought them.
“Hm, the details aren’t written so it’s hard to understand.”
“If it’s annual, they probably don’t think they need to write details.”
“Leader, do you want to join?”
“I think there are some benefits if you participate.”
Curious, Rizel took the poster from Eleven’s hand.
It said to register at a special window, so Rizel looked at the usual quest counter. At the far end stood a familiar muscular guild staff member with a sign reading “Dungeon Item Exhibition Window.”
Their eyes met, and for some reason, the staff gave her a stern look.
“Don’t peel off the posters! We don’t have many copies!”
“Ah, was this stuck somewhere?”
“Over there.”
“That’s not allowed. Go put it back.”
Eleven pointed to the bulletin board where guild announcements were posted. Indeed, there was a noticeable empty space in the center. Rizel handed the poster back to Eleven, who reluctantly went to re-post it.
“Oh, it’s crooked.”
“That guy’s careless.”
He seemed to notice but just shrugged and came back. Probably someone else would fix it later.