Another World Reincarnation Chronicle

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Upon arriving at the Adventurer’s Guild, a receptionist recognized me.

I recalled him as the kind receptionist who introduced me to quests before.

“Seris. Here for a request again?”

“Yes, just something suitable.”

After exchanging greetings with the unnamed receptionist, I headed toward the bulletin board.

Today, there were quests to hunt goblins, collect unusual herbs, and find lost items.

There were really a variety of requests, but what caught my eye was a request to find a person.

[Missing Person Search]

A girl aged 13-14.

Beautiful blonde hair.

Her name is Emily.

The last sighting was in a thick fur coat.

Reward: 1G

I stroked my chin while looking at the request form.

It seemed I needed to stay out of sight or leave this city until the parents who came from the village gave up and went home.

During this contemplation, another request caught my attention.

[Caravan Escort]

Requires a swordsman of Bronze rank or higher.

No criminal record allowed.

The duration of the request is about 30 days.

Meals and lodging will be provided by the client.

For details, please visit the Dawn’s Breath caravan.

Reward: 2G

A long-term request lasting 30 days.

And if it’s a caravan escort, it means I would have to leave the Capital City.

Without hesitation, I tore off the request and headed back to the reception desk.

“I’ll take this.”

“Excellent choice. Typically, caravan escorts offer a safe way to gain experience while also providing decent rewards.”

The receptionist nodded while checking the details of my request.

He took out a pen and diligently wrote something before handing me a small note.

“If you arrive at the Port City, make sure to try their fish dishes.”

“Do you have a recommended place?”

“Salt Plains!”

The receptionist answered my inquiry with confidence.

I nodded and exited the guild.

I also didn’t forget to pull up my wolf fur hood.

After all, there’s a ‘missing person’ request out about me.

It would be disastrous if I bumped into townsfolk while exposing my face.

Finding the caravan with the name “Dawn’s Breath” wasn’t difficult.

I simply asked a guard, responsible for the city’s safety, for its location, and they kindly informed me.

Joining the caravan went smoothly.

Of course, due to my appearance, there were doubts about my abilities, but I was able to pass by simply demonstrating some swordsmanship.

This was possible since one of the caravan staff also knew how to handle a sword.

The head of the caravan handed me a badge stamped with the caravan’s mark and said,

“It’s Verde. The caravan leaves in two days at noon, so I hope you’re on time.”

Two days, huh? That just so happens to be the day I must leave the inn.

I nodded and returned to the Merine Inn.

Merin looked very sad when I mentioned that I would be leaving the city in two days.

She seemed to not want to part with a friend of her age after such a long time.

But what could I do? An adventurer isn’t a profession that stays long in one city.

I practiced swinging my sword in my room until the day of the caravan escort approached.

I executed my best swordsmanship until I was out of breath.

So, for two days, I sweat and fainted into sleep.

*

Early morning.

Merin handed me a small pouch as I was leaving the inn.

Inside the pouch was jerky.

“I-I made this…”

I accepted Merin’s gift as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I was already used to receiving gifts full of affection from kids my age.

“Could you… visit again later?”

I didn’t know when that might be, but it wasn’t a difficult request, so I nodded.

Merin brightly smiled at my answer and dashed back into the inn.

Mornings in the city are always busy.

Merchants setting up stalls, workers heading out to work, and adventurers wandering the streets in search of jobs.

The sun, which had begun to rise high in the sky, brightened the faces of the bustling people.

“Ugh…”

The wind is cold.

I sniffled and headed toward the caravan.

Although the appointment was at noon, I had nothing to do until then.

I hoped they wouldn’t send me back, and I ran for a while.

Finally, I could arrive in front of the caravan known as the Dawn’s Breath.

I was not the only adventurer who had come early that morning.

Three adventurers were loitering near the entrance of the caravan with awkward expressions.

A subtle silence flowed between the adventurers.

No one dared to break the ice, so it had turned silent naturally.

At that moment, a staff member from the caravan approached the group of adventurers at the entrance.

“Are you all the ones who accepted the caravan escort request?”

“Uh, yes…”

“That’s correct.”

Awkwardly, the adventurers responded to the staff’s question.

The staff’s gaze shifted to me.

It was as if he was asking whether I was also there for the escort request.

I nodded and pulled out the small badge Verde had given me.

“This way…”

The staff led us into a small room, as if this wasn’t the first time such a thing happened.

Inside the room, there was a large table and several chairs.

Given its lack of common decorations, it seemed to be a place set aside for adventurers waiting for the caravan.

Even after arriving in the room, there wasn’t much conversation going on.

As pointless time passed, perhaps finding this silence uncomfortable, a man stood up and spoke.

“How about we introduce ourselves briefly?”

That was the start.

The adventurers began to introduce themselves one by one.

“Rick. I’m a Bronze swordsman.”

The first to introduce himself was a bald man.

He had a scar on his head that looked like it was ripped, and he wielded a short sword and an oval shield.

“Jane. I serve the goddess of war. My rank is Bronze.”

The second to introduce herself was a pale-looking female adventurer.

Given her mention of serving a goddess and the unique symbol she held, she seemed to be a priestess.

There were still mountains of unknowns in this world for me.

I gazed at the symbol Jane held with shining eyes.

“Aghul. I’m a warrior. Half-orc. My rank is Bronze.”

The third to introduce himself was a giant who looked to be about 2 meters tall.

He bore a massive battle axe suitable for his size.

Now it was my turn.

Once I confirmed everyone’s gazes were on me, I spoke.

“Seris. I’m also a Bronze swordsman.”

Once the introductions were complete, the adventurers began to throw questions around.

Among them, I found myself receiving the most questions.

I couldn’t understand their reactions. Isn’t it more surprising that the half-orc or the priestess serving the goddess of war was here rather than an ordinary 13-year-old girl?

Observing the other adventurers, they all looked at me with curiosity.

After talking with them a bit, it became clear that these adventurers weren’t bad people.

Especially Aghul was surprisingly chatty, with a look that made him seem like he would chop anything bothersome into pieces with his giant axe.

While we were chatting, a staff member suddenly yelled at us.

“Everyone, please prepare to depart!”

When I stepped out to the front of the caravan, I realized there were other adventurers waiting for us as well.

There were a total of 12 adventurers, including me.

It seemed the caravan owner had hired 8 more besides us.

There wasn’t time to socialize or get familiar with the other adventurers.

We had to board the carriage immediately to depart.

I got grouped with Rick, Jane, and Aghul into one team.

Since only four of us knew each other’s names, it naturally formed that way.

The Dawn’s Breath caravan left the Capital City at a relaxed pace.

I leaned out of the carriage to look back at the receding Capital City.

Will I come back again someday?

Even for the short time spent, my bond with the girl named Merin lingered in my heart.

I smiled slightly and turned my body back inside the carriage to avoid the cold wind.

The caravan began to pick up speed only after reaching the wide main road.

With the sound of the coachman’s cracking whip and the horses’ stomping, the carriage started to speed up.

The canvas covering the carriage fluttered in the cold winter breeze.

The first two days of the journey were a continuous stretch of boredom.

There were no monster attacks and no ambushes from thieves.

Of course, I knew it was better for safety, but I couldn’t help but feel a bit let down.

On the third day since leaving the caravan,

I had grown accustomed to the jostling of the carriage.

I could even sleep inside the uncomfortably rattling vehicle.

Then, on the fifth day after leaving the caravan, late in the evening.

After finishing the meal provided by the caravan, I lay down in the carriage trying to sleep, when I heard shouting outside.

“It’s a bandit group!”

I grabbed my sword and shot up at the sound.

In that instant, I heard a thud inside the carriage, and a massive shadow burst through the canvas.

It was Aghul, the half-orc. He moved surprisingly nimbly for his size.

Following Aghul, everyone else in the carriage leaped out into the open.

It was chaos all around. Adventurers were drawing their weapons and moving as if to guard the carriage while the combat-ready staff members were moving with the adventurers.

I squinted and observed the silhouettes writhing in the dark.

They wore tattered clothes, and the weapons they held were nothing more than sickles or axes; few had proper weapons like swords or spears.

In that moment, Aghul, wielding his massive battle axe, stepped forward and roared.

“Uwaaaaa!!!”

He charged without anyone being able to stop him and swung his battle axe at the nearest bandit.

With a dreadful sound, the battle axe cleaved the bandit’s head in two.

In a single blow, a person was torn apart.

Red blood splattered everywhere. The sight of the blood signaled the start of a genuine fight.

“Uwaaaaaah!”

“Die!”

The bandit group was filled with shouts of terror.

Even after witnessing Aghul’s overwhelming strength, they stood their ground.

No, perhaps they couldn’t afford to back down.

I took a deep breath and readied my sword.

Did my small stature make me seem laughable?

The number of bandits approaching me was greater than that of the other adventurers.

“Shit…”

My hand gripping the sword began to tremble nervously.

At that moment, a man with an axe charged toward me.

His eyes were filled with a deep sense of self-loathing.