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Chapter 66: LF>>>>Party 2/4

Chapter 66: LF>>>>Party 2/4

Inigo stepped back and pinned a neatly written notice onto the side of the adventurer’s recruitment board. The parchment fluttered slightly as the breeze rolled in from the open windows, the scent of baked bread and iron lingering in the air.

SEEKING PARTY MEMBERS FOR DUNGEON CLEARANCE:

Party: Inigo - Gold Ranked (Marksman Enchanter), Lyra Rayne - Gold Ranked (Archer)

Dungeon Type: Hollowwood Minotaur Infestation

Location: Three hours west of Eldrath

Time: Departing tomorrow morning

Slots Available: 2 (Tank + Healer Preferred)

Apply in person — we’ll be at the lounge table until sunset. Serious adventurers only.

Inigo pressed the pin deeper into the wood, gave the notice one last glance, and then turned to Lyra, who was already making herself comfortable at one of the long communal tables. She sipped from a steaming mug of lemonleaf tea, a crossbow case resting beside her seat.

"Now we wait," Inigo said as he sat down across from her.

Lyra tilted her head toward the board. "Think anyone’ll bite?"

"I mean, it’s a minotaur-infested cave. Four hundred gold base, plus salvage rights," Inigo said, folding his arms. "If they’re smart and not suicidal, they’ll at least ask."

Hours passed.

The morning crowd gradually thinned, replaced by mid-tier adventurers discussing other assignments. A few curious eyes landed on the posting. Some even approached—but after reading the part about "minotaurs" or "ley-choked terrain," they quickly lost interest and moved on. A dwarf glanced at it, chuckled, and muttered, "Suicidal kids," before returning to his drink.

"Okay," Lyra said with a forced grin as she nudged her tea aside. "We might’ve overestimated Eldrath’s courage levels."

"No," Inigo replied dryly. "We overestimated their interest in actual work."

Still, neither of them left. Inigo cleaned the chamber of his Desert Eagle with quiet focus while Lyra started doodling sketches of potential team logos in the corner of a napkin—crosshairs wrapped around a burger, for some reason.

Just as the bells of midday tolled across the rooftops of Eldrath, signaling the second hour past noon, the door of the guild creaked open.

A gust of wind swept in, and with it, a soft clanking of armored boots.

Heads turned.

The newcomer stepped in with a presence that immediately stood out from the rumpled and grimy adventurers littering the hall. She was tall—at least a few inches above Inigo—and wore polished silver plate armor with gold inlays around the collar, bracers, and trim. A blue cape, embroidered with the emblem of a sunburst-cross, billowed slightly behind her. Her helmet was clipped to her hip, revealing long blonde hair tied in a cascading braid, and her expression was calm—almost serene.

Her emerald eyes scanned the guild hall until they landed directly on the board.

She stepped forward, read the notice carefully, then turned her head toward the table where Inigo and Lyra sat waiting.

Without a word, she approached.

Inigo leaned forward, instantly more alert. Lyra placed her napkin down and straightened up.

The woman bowed slightly with one hand over her chest. "Blessings upon you. My name is Elira Dorne, a Crusader and a gold-ranked adventurer."

Inigo blinked. "That’s... a mouthful."

Lyra elbowed him.

Elira didn’t seem offended. "You posted this request?" she asked, gesturing gently toward the board.

"We did," Lyra said. "I’m Lyra, and this is Inigo."

Elira nodded. "I wish to join your raid."

Inigo raised an eyebrow. "You read the details? Hollowwood. Minotaurs. Cave dungeon."

"I did."

"And you still want in?"

Elira clasped her hands in front of her, posture perfect. "The creatures are abominations. I have sworn to purge such evils from this world, and I have not yet fulfilled my quota this month."

Inigo tried not to grin. "You have a monster-killing quota?"

"It is... less of a literal quota and more of a personal duty. I have been trained to shield others from harm and strike down beasts of unnatural strength. A minotaur infestation falls within my charge."

Lyra leaned forward, intrigued. "You’re frontline?"

Elira nodded. "Crusader specialization. My shield is enchanted with reflect magic. I can hold a defensive stance against heavy physical blows. In addition, I possess two minor light-based wards and a mana-converting barrier."

Inigo and Lyra exchanged a glance.

"She sounds perfect," Lyra whispered.

"Too perfect," Inigo whispered back. "We sure she’s not here to evangelize us into a church cult?"

"I can hear you both," Elira said serenely.

They froze.

Elira smiled faintly. "I do not proselytize. Only protect."

Inigo broke the silence first with a laugh. "Okay. Alright. You’re hired."

"I will not let you down," Elira replied with a bow.

Inigo offered a handshake. "Welcome to the team, Crusader Elira."

She clasped his hand firmly. "Just Elira will do."

Inigo nodded, impressed by her strength. It wasn’t brute force—it was trained, refined power. He could tell just from that grip she’d held a sword longer than some nobles had been alive.

With one slot filled, the team finally looked half ready. Inigo pulled out a second parchment.

"Still need a healer," he said. "You know anyone who’s got magic that doesn’t involve blowing things up?"

"I apologize, but I don’t have any that I can recommend," Elira said calmly. "Perhaps we should wait a bit longer. The right one may find us."

Inigo sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Let’s just hope it doesn’t take another few hours. I don’t want to be picking from stragglers when the job starts tomorrow."

They resumed waiting, the ambient noise of the guild settling into the background—laughter from the bar, murmurs of parties planning B-rank bounties, and the occasional thump of heavy boots. Time crawled forward as the shadows shifted across the flagstone floor.

Then, just before the hour struck three, the front doors creaked open again.

A gust of wind swept through—and Inigo stiffened.

From the doorway stepped a young woman clad in a sleek crimson coat over a tailored battle corset. A pendant of silver crystal glinted from her neck, and her short silver-white hair was unmistakable. A satchel of alchemical tools hung at her side, and her expression was calm... but curious.

"Serina?" Inigo said aloud before he could stop himself.

She turned, eyes locking onto his with a faint tilt of her head. "Ah, Inigo. I heard you were recruiting."

Lyra blinked. "You two know each other?"

Inigo stood slowly. "She’s... a classmate. Royal Magic Academy."

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