Bab 2: Monastery of the Holy Cross
Limon's thoughts churned as he followed Rhine through the monastery's quiet halls. The letter of entrustment weighed heavily in his mind. If it truly belonged to him, then Meloka City must have some connection to this body's origins.
His brows furrowed as he spoke, testing the waters. "If my memory serves me right, I believe I hail from Meloka City."
Rhine's expression softened, and a faint smile curved his lips. "It seems, Lord Limon, you've lost much of your past. But no matter. Here in Arizela, what matters is carving out a place for yourself. To do that, registering as an adventurer at the Adventurer's Guild is not just advisable—it's essential. Without it, earning a livelihood in this city would be… challenging, to say the least."
Arizela City. The name rang hollow in Limon's ears, but Rhine's tone carried a sense of pride.
"Arizela," Rhine continued, gesturing grandly, "is the southernmost trading hub on the Avoner Continent. Gold drives everything here. If you have the skills, Lord Limon, surviving within these walls shouldn't be an insurmountable task."
Limon was skeptical. Navigating an entirely alien world, especially one populated by unfamiliar cultures, customs, and species, was hardly a straightforward matter. But as Rhine spoke, Limon's thoughts drifted to the strange panel he had summoned earlier. If it was accurate, he possessed abilities unique to this new world. Demon Warlock. The term carried weight, though he was uncertain of its true implications.
The pair exited the quiet meditation area, entering a grand, dimly lit prayer hall. Rhine fell silent, his steps reverent as they moved along a side corridor.
The monastery's architecture was stunning, each detail a testament to both devotion and craftsmanship. Murals adorned the walls, their intricate designs telling stories Limon could not yet comprehend. Overhead, a domed ceiling stretched high above, its grandeur exuding a sense of solemnity.
Despite the hall's magnificence, it was sparsely populated. A handful of monks moved about, their robes swaying as they went about their tasks.
They walked in silence until the massive monastery gates came into view. Even before reaching them, Limon could hear the chaotic clamor of the city beyond—shouts, laughter, the creak of wagon wheels, and the rhythmic clatter of hooves.
As they stepped outside, the world of Arizela unfolded before Limon's eyes.
The streets were alive with movement, lined with peculiar buildings crafted from a mix of wood, stone, and materials he couldn't identify. Each structure bore a distinct character, blending functionality with artistic flair. Looming in the distance was a grand palace, its towering spires gleaming in the midday sun.
The warmth of sunlight brushed against his skin, grounding him as he observed the bustling scene.
What caught his attention most, however, were the people—or rather, the beings.
Intermingled with the human population were non-human creatures of various shapes and sizes. Some had animal ears and swishing tails, their features blending human and beast. Others donned robes and armor, carrying weapons or staffs, their forms defying easy categorization.
One group of small, plump figures stood out. Barely reaching a meter in height, their pointed ears and cherubic faces gave them an almost ethereal charm.
"Do you see that palace?" Rhine asked, his voice drawing Limon's gaze back to the distant structure. "The rulers of the Taklama Kingdom are elves of the Lulufil clan. Those 'charming little beings,' as they appear, are elves by birth. Don't be fooled by their delicate frames—they possess an innate mastery of magic, whether it's arcane spells or divine blessings."
Limon's eyes lingered on the palace, then returned to the street. His mind raced with questions, but he held his tongue.
He glanced at Rhine, who continued speaking. "The Adventurer's Guild is just down this road. You can't miss it—look for the large sign. If you encounter trouble, don't hesitate to return to the monastery. I'll do what I can to assist you."
Limon studied the man beside him. Rhine's demeanor was earnest, his kindness seemingly genuine. Yet Limon was no stranger to deceit masked by a friendly face. Trust, in his experience, was earned, not freely given.
"Thank you," he said curtly.
Rhine offered a small bow before turning back toward the monastery, leaving Limon to navigate the streets alone.
As he walked, the city revealed itself in greater detail. Vendors hawked goods from wooden stalls, their voices blending into the cacophony of the marketplace. Strange beasts of burden pulled carts laden with wares, their hulking forms and scaled hides unlike anything Limon had seen before.
The Adventurer's Guild was easy to spot. Situated at a bustling crossroads, it was an imposing structure, its large, ornate sign declaring its purpose. The building dwarfed those around it, exuding an air of authority and importance.
Limon pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside. The din of the outside world faded, replaced by a lively but muted hum.
The interior was spacious and inviting, with polished wooden floors and sturdy tables scattered throughout. Adventurers of all shapes and sizes gathered in small groups, their conversations punctuated by bursts of laughter and the clinking of tankards.
At the far end of the room was a counter, manned by a diminutive figure who immediately caught Limon's attention.
It was one of the elves Rhine had described.
The figure, barely taller than the counter itself, had sharp, intelligent eyes and a confident demeanor. She noticed Limon's approach and offered a welcoming smile.
"New here, aren't you?" she asked, her voice light and melodic.
Limon nodded. "First time in the guild."
"Welcome to the Adventurer's Guild of Arizela City," she said, her tone professional but warm. "If you're here to register, step right up. I'll walk you through the process."
Limon approached the counter, his senses on high alert. This world was unfamiliar, but one thing was clear: it brimmed with possibilities.
As he began the registration process, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was the first step on a path that would change his fate forever.
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