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I had a wish — I wanted to be an adventurer and live a life of freedom and independence.
Of course, I knew being an adventurer wasn’t going to be an easy occupation. Tackle things half-heartedly and you’d soon find yourself dead.
So I worked hard and put in the effort. I did everything I could to give myself an edge.
So why? Why did this keep on happening?
“What? You’re going to be an adventurer? Are you crazy?”
Shortly before graduating from the Witchcraft Institute, I was taken aback by my friend when I was talking to him about what I wanted to do while eating in the school cafeteria.
“Ah… Is it that weird?”
“No, that’s not it,” he said. “It’s just… you’d be better off as a Professor at the academy or a Court Mage. Otherwise… you’re going to be only an adventurer, you know? That’s what dropouts do. I don’t know what else to say.”
“That’s what my parents said…”
According to my friends and parents, those who graduated from the academy with good grades tended, and were expected, to become Professors or Court Mages with a high and stable income.
But those jobs weren’t very attractive to me. I felt that being tied to academia or the government just wasn’t suitable for me in the least, even if a high salary was promised.
And most of all, I’d already worked so hard to become an adventurer. I didn’t want to just end up doing something normal.
“I told my parents that I would pay them back the tuition fees and living expenses so far — with interest — but they weren’t convinced.”
While it was true that parents had an obligation to pay tuition and living expenses while their kids attended school, 15 years old was generally considered the threshold into adulthood. Afterward, an individual was expected to provide for themselves. I entered the academy at the age of thirteen and became seventeen this year, so I felt a sense of responsibility towards my parents that had been shouldering the hefty tuition fees for those two extra years.
My friend shook his head wryly upon hearing my words.
“They said that that wasn’t the problem, didn’t they?” he said.
“Ah… can you read my parents’ minds?”
“Better than you can, at least.” he countered. “So, what happened when you couldn’t convince them?” My friend asked while munching on a salad.
“It’s unfortunate,” I said. “They said that they will take care of me until graduation, but if I tried to be an adventurer, I would be disinherited.”
“Hmmm, that makes sense. So what’re you gonna do?”
“I didn’t want to. It can’t be helped if I was disinherited, but I told them that I wanted them to allow me to be independent just this once. Although, I wouldn’t be able to repay my parents for all that they’ve done if I did get disinherited.”
“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea, but I also don’t think it’s a bad idea.”
‘I’m not going to do that.’
A few months after indulging in this conversation with my friends, I was able to graduate from school safely because of my parents’ compassion.
During graduation, I was given the title ‘valedictorian’, which made me proud of the effort I put into achieving this goal. However, it was my understanding that it wasn’t that big of a deal.
After all, it was the result of magical tests in the classroom and laboratory that didn’t involve practice in the field. I think it’s doubtful how well this title would translate into the real adventurer world.
It was a world where the only thing that mattered was your abilities. No matter how high your grades were, they wouldn’t hold any significance.
Being an adventurer. I had finally taken the first step into that world.
The adventurer’s guild in the magical city of Lektor, where the Institute was located, had — as friends have said — many students who dropped from school and were now active as adventurers. Working in such a place meant a terrible surplus of Magicians.
With this in mind, I left the magical city of Lektor and headed for the city of Atlatia, where I was rocking for a week in a horse-drawn carriage.
Urban Atlatia was a fairly normal, medium-sized city with no particular quirks. Industry and commerce were developing moderately, and the adventurer’s guild was of modest size as well.
Upon entering Atlatia, I immediately headed to the Adventurers Guild and passed through the entrance.
“The window for adventurer registration…”
I looked around the building until I found the window. On the other side of the counter was a young female occupied with some writing.
‘Was there that much work when I was a staff member?’
She looked up at me as I walked to the front of the stall.
“Hello, is this your first time here?” She said with a full smile.
Despite knowing it was merely a sales smile, I couldn’t help but find it quite attractive. But I didn’t come here to find a girlfriend.
“Ah. I’d like to register as an adventurer.”
“Alright, Please fill in your name, age, race, and hometown. If you aren’t able to write them down but say them, I will do it for you.”
She said so while handing me a piece of parchment paper, a pen, and ink.
“I’m fine,” I replied. “I can write.”
“Ah yes… I’m sorry, but you’re a Magician, right?”
She asked while looking at me from top to bottom.
I was dressed in a dark green robe, holding a long, twisted wooden cane. My clothes looked like a school uniform, so if one looked at my figure, it’d be natural to assume I was a Magician.
“Well… I suppose that’s true.”
“I knew it! Onii-san, do people often say you are good-looking?”
“Well, I’ve been told I’d be popular if my face wasn’t so sour all the time. I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.”
I believed my appearance wasn’t that of a completely mediocre seventeen-year-old boy — although somewhat taller. I wasn’t particularly fat nor thin and my hair was a mundane brown that matched the shade of my eyes. My lack of features could be called a feature in and of itself.
I filled out the parchment and returned it. “I’m done. Is this okay?”
She examined the parchment. “Yes, you’ve filled out the necessary information perfectly. I’ll check it out just in case: William Glenford, human, seventeen years old, hometown is the magical city, Lektor.”
I nodded in confirmation to the female staff member and she stamped the parchment with a seal that was at hand.
“Very well. Mr. William has been registered as an adventurer in the adventure guild of the city Atlatia. There is a detailed description of the adventurer activity here, but do you need verbal explanations?”
“No thanks, I can check it out myself.”
“Good.” She said. “William, as a new adventurer, will be designated with the rank ‘F’. The adventurer ranks will gradually rise by successfully completing several quests, so please do your best to aim for the High Rank.”
I thanked the female employee who, in return, sent me off with a saleswoman’s smile, and walked away from the registration window.
Translator and Editor Notes:
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