A Gentle Noble's Vacation Recommendation

Sars' adventurers' guild is located facing the waterway.

The early morning along the waterway is chilly, and this doesn’t change even for Rizel and the others, who are equipped with the highest-grade gear. Every time the biting wind brushes past their faces, Rizel slightly holds her breath and tucks her chin, casting a sideways glance at Eleven, who was completely shrugging his shoulders in response to the cold.

“It’s cold, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, freezing...”

The fabric-covered parts are protected, but naturally, the exposed skin can’t be shielded. Wrapping himself tightly in a cloak with a high collar to minimize exposure as much as possible, Eleven speaks far less than usual.

“Jill seems fine.”

“This level’s nothing.”

In contrast, Jill is quite unfazed.

Though weak against heat, he seems to tolerate cold well. Rizel wonders if it’s thanks to his muscles as she looks at his usual black clothes.

Still, once the sun rises a bit more, it should warm up, and this level of chill isn’t bothersome if moving around. Rizel’s gear is already designed to minimize skin exposure, so she didn’t add any extra layers today.

“Look, Eleven. We’re at the guild.”

“Mm.”

They catch sight of the guild they had located just a few days ago.

The difference from before is that adventurers now come and go frequently. Watching the adventurers moving along the waterway, it seems many are active in Sars.

The door remains wide open as usual. Though if it’s crowded, it likely isn’t cold inside, so the three of them naturally step inside with the flow of the adventurers.

Amid the bustling noise that likely drowns out the sound of running water, Rizel smiles as she notes how lively every guild seems to be.

“What kind of quests should we take?”

“Anything but waterway cleaning, right?”

“Aww, but that sounds fun.”

Jill snorts, and Eleven chuckles, distracted from the cold. With these two, Rizel heads toward the quest board.

Each time they pass by fellow adventurers, conversations cease and eyes follow their figures. Some who notice glances follow the gaze and fall silent, understanding why.

An unusual presence clad in adventurer gear is heading for the quest board. None realize that Rizel herself is just like them.

“This is strange.”

“We’re fully equipped today, though.”

“No excuses left, huh?”

As voices slowly die down inside the guild, the three exchange quiet, playful remarks.

Rizel rightly thinks they should be looking more like adventurers by now. Compared to the start, they’ve certainly grown in appearance and ability, and their mindset has matured.

But Jill and Eleven say those changes are trivial—Rizel hasn’t lost an ounce of the qualities that make her stand out, so the reactions from around are unavoidable.

“Alright, time to pick a quest.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

Rizel calmly accepts the situation and slides into a space cleared for them, naturally joining the flow at the quest board, ignoring the whispers around.

“Labyrinth?”

“Yeah.”

“Then it’s probably a subjugation quest.”

“By the way, Big Brother, which ones have you cleared already?”

“Almost none.”

“Ugh, what a pain.”

They browse through the quests from rank F upwards, pointing here and there at various sheets.

Like the Capital City’s boards, Sars’ quest board displays neatly arranged sheets. However, compared to the strictly orderly layout of the Capital City, Sars’ has a bit more flair.

Maybe because many of the staff are women, Rizel glances at the reception desk. Not just many—there’s not a single man visibly working behind the counter right now, though they are all glaring at them a bit.

That’s unusual, Rizel thinks as she returns her gaze to the quest board.

“Since it’s our first day, let’s take something light.”

“Ah... I think I’ve already cleared that one.”

“Then let’s decide.”

“Hurry up and clear all the labyrinths around here, Big Brother.”

“Sometime.”

The quest Jill points at involves collecting monster materials.