Published: March 21, 2026
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The explanation was decided to be given in Ringa's room at the Adventurer Guild.
Well, you never know who might be listening or how advanced the civilization in this world is.
I didn't know whether outdoors or Ringa's room would be less likely to be overheard, but the guild master—feared by the public—seemed the safer option.
"This is the Adventurer Guild."
Ringa opened a door to what appeared to be a shabby tavern that would make anyone hesitate to enter.
"Heh."
I couldn't help but say as I stepped inside.
Unlike the exterior, the inside of the Adventurer Guild was kept surprisingly clean.
It looked like a tavern remodeled into a guild—there was a counter like a bar.
Requests were printed on paper, color-coded by difficulty, and posted on the tavern walls.
Just as I imagined, it was the stereotypical guild.
It also still functioned as a tavern: a few people who looked like adventurers were drinking at the tables and chairs.
The moment Ringa entered the guild, the place went silent. It wasn't loud before, but the conversations stopped dead.
A few adventurers who had been drinking paled as if sobered all at once.
Otherwise, it would have been a comfortable place to be.
"Gi-guild master! What business do you have with us today?"
"Ah, Mile. These are my guests. Bring drinks for everyone in the room."
"Y-yes! Understood!!"
A puppy-like guild staff member came out from behind the counter, listened to Ringa's instructions, and hurried back to the counter.
My unusually sharp hearing picked up the conversation beyond the counter.
"Hah, I really don't understand what Ringa's thinking sometimes."
"Well, he's in a good mood this time. It's not so bad."
"Yeah. He hardly ever shows up, but then he just appears with someone out of nowhere. It's troublesome."
"This time there were so many people: Humans, Elf race, and familiar summons... There's a lot to criticize."
"Whose familiar summons are we even talking about?"
"That Elf race girl was cute... truly a goddess."
"I don't care, but Mile, take these first."
"U-uh... o-okay."
They seemed afraid because they couldn't figure out what Ringa was thinking?
It's normally impossible to know what others are thinking, but maybe the standards among Beastmen are different.
"Sit wherever you like. Well, there isn't much room to sit besides that; it's full of paperwork."
The guild master's room was up the stairs behind the counter and to the left.
The furniture was just shelves full of books, a sofa, a desk, and a chair.
The room had no sense of daily life—apart from the sofa, the rest of the space was packed with stacks of documents.
Since there was no bed, it wasn't Ringa's living space, but as I heard earlier, did he really seldom show up?
Maybe he just didn't use the main entrance?
No, if that was the case, why bother with such theatrics?
"Now, continue from where you left off."
"Ah, right."
Ringa said that and sat in his chair as I sat on the sofa, still thinking.
I would explain what happened earlier to Amelia and Yoru later tonight.
"First, you understand that the magic I used requires control as precise as threading a needle from a meter away, right?"
Both of them, knowing how difficult magic could be, nodded vigorously.
Hitting a moving target's eye with a tightly condensed point of magic and remotely controlling that magic—especially with Yoru, the transformation target must be properly imagined or the magic won't even activate—so they would understand well.
"I deliberately used a technique that wasn't flashy but let my true power show. So, Amelia, why did I do that?"
"Um, because if you made it flashy, someone with even a little skill could pull it off?"
Amelia was surprised by the sudden question, but she answered properly.
I ruffled Amelia's hair.
"Correct! So, what's the advantage of showing our power to Yoru?"
'...Unless someone has nerves of steel, they might avoid us while the master is present.'
I stroked Yoru's fur with my other hand.
Truly, both hands were on fur.
"Correct. Now, the downside?"