A Gentle Noble's Vacation Recommendation

Three days after arriving in Astarnia, Lizel and the others still hadn’t done anything as adventurers.

Since none of the three had ever seriously visited this country before, they’d gone all-out on playing tourist: wandering around the city, checking out must‑see spots Nahas had told them about, and each drifting about according to his own interests.

Because they’d been spending all their energy on that, no one in Astarnia who’d met them had imagined they were adventurers. Everyone simply took them for oddly eccentric tourists.

“It’s pretty crowded.”

“It’s the busy hour.”

“Feels like it’s been a while since we did adventurer stuff, yeah.”

Maybe that was why, on the morning of the fourth day, both adventurers and ordinary townsfolk alike did a double take when they saw the three of them walk into the guild while having that kind of conversation.

If they were adventurers, there were plenty of people who knew of “One Blade”. Many also noticed the combative gleam in the crimson‑haired snake beastman’s eyes.

Even so, the calm man walking with them didn’t look like an adventurer at all. He carried an air similar to the royal family to whom one ought to show respect. Only now did the people around them finally realize that the “tourists” who’d been the subject of rumors lately were actually adventurers.

“It feels… somehow nostalgic.”

Lizel chuckled as he stepped into the guild.

People often reacted to him with surprise, but it had been a long time since he’d been looked at so automatically as if to say, “Oh, a client,” just like the first time he’d visited the guild in Parteda. He muttered that he should look a little more like an adventurer by now, and Gill let out a sigh.

It was true that Lizel’s thoughts and knowledge had moved somewhat in an adventurer‑like direction, but his clear, pure impression hadn’t changed at all, so people’s reactions were only natural. For all his talk about wanting to be more “adventurer‑like,” his movements never became the least bit rough, and unless he forced it his way of speaking never turned coarse.

The people in the Capital City, who were used to Lizel being an adventurer, knew what he’d been like at the start. That was why when they saw even the slightest adventurer‑like behavior from him, they got excessively sentimental, thinking, “You’ve really become like an adventurer now…” They were practically doting parents.

“Leader, quest board’s over there.”

“Since we’re here, I’d like to see the kinds of quests unique to this country.”

As the three headed for the quest board as if they did it every day, whispers rose and eyes gathered on them.

But Lizel and the others were used to that kind of reaction by now. Paying it no special mind, they went to stand before the wall completely covered in quest slips, intending as usual to start from rank f.

“You really see the nature of a country in this stuff, huh.”

“More like the personality of the staff.”

“I think this sort of thing, having its own flavor, is nice.”

The quest papers were posted haphazardly on the board.

Some were crooked, some overlapped, and the near‑illegible, chaotic arrangement had a very different feel from the neatly ordered quest board in Partedar. Whether there were too many quests, or no one bothered cleaning out the old ones, it was hard to read, but to Lizel, who wasn’t used to it, it felt “appropriately guild‑like and cool”—it had a certain romantic charm.

“The Capital City’s were lined up in perfect rows. Was that the Ice Human’s hobby or something?”

“Stud‑kun doesn’t seem like he’d like this kind of thing, so maybe. Hm, this blackboard…”

Smiling, Lizel’s gaze slid to the side.

At the edge of the rank f quests was a reasonably large blackboard.

A rough map of the country of Astarnia and the surrounding jungle was drawn directly onto it so it couldn’t be erased. Over that, some regions had been hatched out with chalk.