The atmosphere at the Ironhold Adventurer’s Guild wasn’t bad at all.

There was a balanced supply and demand for monster materials and extermination tasks, meaning people here generally had enough to get by. And when people are well-fed, they tend to be more relaxed.

“Hello! What brings you here today?”

“I was wondering if I could register as an adventu—oh, uh, hm.”

“Sorry?”

“...I’d like to register as an adventurer.”

“Ah, of course…!”

I quickly corrected myself, catching the polite tone I was used to slipping into. Assassins, after all, are typically blunt and speak in curt phrases.

If I …