When I Cleared the Death Game World, I Reincarnated as a Villainous Noble Even if They Talk About Doom Flags, I'm Actually Immortal. - Chapter 20

A vast green meadow stretched across the horizon. On a slightly elevated hill, Lior stepped down from the carriage, gazing at the distant city.

(So that’s the place I’ll be staying for a while…)

This was another territory, about two days away from the Orion domain by carriage.

The city before him was its capital. Though smaller than Orion’s capital, it was still well-developed.

As Lior observed the city, a knight poked his head out from the carriage.

“Lior-sama, adventuring will be quite the challenge, but I wish you good fortune.”

“Ah, yeah. It’s part of my training, after all. I’ll do my best.”

Lior had come to this foreign land where no one knew him, intending to live as an adventurer.

He would have to earn his own living expenses as well.

According to Snake Palace, “This is training to survive solely by your sword.”

“Your pickup will be in one month. Until then, take care.”

“Ah, right.”

With a curt farewell, the carriage sped off, leaving Lior standing there.

(Isn’t this a bit too careless for the treatment of a marquis’s heir?)

Tilting his head at the thought, he soon convinced himself that it was all part of the training and started walking toward the city.

The city was brimming with life.

According to what Laura had told him, this place was famous for its abundant water resources.

A mountain range nearby supplied a vast lake with fresh water, and the city, built beside it, had advanced irrigation systems.

Canals ran through the streets, with small rowboats ferrying passengers. An old boatman hummed a tune in a deep, rich voice.

As Lior listened to the melody, he spotted the adventurers’ guild.

A noticeably larger building than those surrounding it, it had a sign featuring crossed swords.

(My first adventurers’ guild… I’m a little nervous…)

Taking a deep breath, Lior stepped inside.

The guild was a classic fantasy scene.

Warriors with swords at their waists, suspicious-looking mages in robes, dwarves carrying massive axes, and beastmen scouts with twitching ears—all the elements of a fantasy world were there.

(I guess I didn’t fully grasp it while staying in the estate, but this really is a fantasy world…)

Excitement bubbled up within him.

Even if it was just for a month, Lior was now an adventurer.

Thinking of the adventures awaiting him, his heart pounded with anticipation.

Weaving through the crowd of adventurers, Lior approached the reception desk.

Fortunately, one of the three service windows was unoccupied.

Most adventurers accepted requests in the morning and returned by evening, so the peak hours had likely just passed.

“Um, excuse me.”

“What can I do for you?”

As Lior stepped forward, the receptionist greeted him with a gentle smile, as if addressing a child.

Well, he was a child.

The counter was too high for him, barely allowing the top of his head to be visible.

It seemed designed for short races like dwarves, making it barely manageable, but they clearly hadn’t expected a ten-year-old applicant.

“If you want to submit a request, you’ll need to pay a fee.”

“No, that’s not it… I’d like to register as an adventurer.”

“Register as an adventurer? You mean you want to?”

“Yes. Is that not allowed…?”

“Well…”

The receptionist hesitated, furrowing her brows in concern.

“It’s not forbidden… but adventuring means fighting monsters. It’s dangerous work. Wouldn’t it be better to wait until you’re a bit older?”

“What do you mean by ‘a bit older’?”

“Even the youngest adventurers usually start around fifteen.”

“Fifteen…? That’s five years from now…”

Five years was far too long.

He needed to start now for his training.

“Um, I can register, right? You didn’t say it was against the rules.”

“Technically, yes, but…”

“Then please register me. I want to be an adventurer.”

“Ugh… well…”

“Ahem!”

As the receptionist hesitated, a woman sorting through paperwork in the back of the office cleared her throat.

Unbeknownst to Lior, the adventurers’ guild had strict policies regarding registration.

They couldn’t refuse applicants without a valid reason.

And ‘age’ wasn’t a legitimate reason for denial.

The receptionist was aware of this and sighed in resignation.

“Alright… I’ll register you. But don’t do anything reckless, okay?”

“Thank you!”

After filling out some simple paperwork, Lior was officially recognized as an adventurer.

“Here, this plate proves your status as an adventurer.”

Once the process was complete, the receptionist handed him a copper plate.

It bore his name and the rank E.

Notably, his family name was omitted.

Announcing himself as Lior of House Orion would surely cause an uproar.

As an adventurer, he was simply Lior.

“Adventurers are divided into ranks. Would you like me to explain?”

“I’m good. Ranks determine what we’re allowed to take on, and we can advance by proving ourselves, right?”

“Exactly. You start at E-rank, but if you accomplish enough, you’ll rank up. Just don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”

“I understand.”

Though he said that, Lior fully intended to push himself.

The ranking system consisted of six tiers: E to A, with S at the top.

For this training, Snake Palace had instructed him to aim for B-rank.

With his abilities, reaching B-rank was supposedly feasible.

However, the path wouldn’t be easy. He’d have to take some risks.

(Alright, let’s check out the available requests.)

Thanking the receptionist, Lior headed toward the bulletin board.

Requests for adventurers were pinned there.

But just as he approached, a shadow loomed over him.

“Hey, kid. This ain’t a playground.”

A bald, burly man stood in his way, his polished scalp gleaming under the guild’s lights.