Previously
"Now, now, Brutus, let's keep a calm head, shall we?" The orc-like woman said, flashing her Silver badge which shone brighter than the Iron badge the man wore. "This is no way to treat a fine lady now, is it?"
"Tha-Yo-You're right as always, D-Dhog."
Finally, Dhog and Brutus had revealed themselves, which meant that my theory was right. The side event was just as I had remembered it, which would mean that person was going to appear soon.
Dhog then proceeded to give a flashing smile to the receptionist, which just scared the poor lady even more since that orc-face just did not go well with smiles.
"Let's do this again, shall we?" The orc-like woman said. "Brutus and I here, know the rules of the Society, but unfortunately, our Cook, Support and Wanderer died, leaving us with all of their. . .this loot."
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Dhog tapped the spatial ring on her thick, index finger. "Right here."
"Surely, you're not telling us we have to dump all of this fine loot, our three. . .comrades sacrificed their lives to get?" Dhog shook her big head. "That would be an injustice!"
Something told me Dhog didn't really regard the other three members in her party as comrades. I would even bet that she was even glad that they died since she'd get more of the loot, although I wondered why she didn't just kill Brutus so that she got all of the loot. Maybe it would be too suspicious if everyone but her died?
Looking carefully at Dhog, I could see with my enhanced eyes that she was strong and definitely deserving of the Silver Adventurer Rank but the long daggers hidden in her pristine cloak gave off the aura of death.
I blinked away the world of auras and energy. I now knew everything I could about Dhog's personality and all I could say was that she deserved the punishment she was about to get very soon.
I saw the little twitch in Dhog's shark-like smile when the receptionist just kept shaking her head and denying her stolen loot.
Dhog leaned in to the receptionist, and her smile was gone, leaving behind a bloodthirsty orc-like face. "Is there really nothing you can do?"
"Hii!" The receptionist visibly shrank away. "W-Well, if y-you have someone wi-willing to be a Su-Support, you can ap-appeal for a [Renewal]."
Dhog had a thoughtful look on her face. She then turned to Brutus, who cowered away from the big woman. "Don't we have that?"
Brutus's face shone. "Ri-Right. O-Oi, come here you filthy wastrel!" He pulled onto a chain that was connected with a little person that was probably my height, dressed in the worst rags I'd ever seen and smelt like she hadn't taken a bath in years.
Everyone visibly cringed when the smell of the little filth entered their noses. Me? I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. Finally, my little attacker has arrived.
Dhog took the chains from Brutus, before letting her shark-like smile appear before the receptionist. Brutus removed the hood from the little girl, and her face was revealed to the entire world.
She looked even worse than she did in the game. The little girl had a face of sunken cheeks, dried lips and eyes that looked hollow like she had given up on anything related to hope. There were bruises and scratches under her eyes like someone had beaten her half to the death before reviving her back, only to beat her again. Basically, imagine someone who had received the worst beat-down in the history of mankind, and that was basically what the little girl had gone through.
Dhog looked absolutely disgusted with the little girl's face, and smell. And, here I thought she would fuck anything with a pussy or an asshole.
"Well?" Dhog's voice was impatient, like she didn't want to hold onto the chains for a second longer. "What if she applies for a Support?"
It was just a split second, maybe less, but I caught the flames of anger on the receptionist's eyes before she went back to her cowering damsel-in-distress persona. Oh, just a little longer, and I would get to see the famous beatdown in the game, in real life with my own two eyes.
"Sh-She could, but i-is she even le-?"
"You don't have to worry about that," Dhog smiled, even creepier this time. "She's legal enough to apply for a Support, and last time I checked, the Society shamed no whore nor slave from entering it's doors."
"So, prove it."
"Bu-But then, she would still have to go through the proces-"
BANG!
"Just give me my fucking loot!" Dhog's eyes were now bloodshot, fists slammed onto the counter as she had finally let go of all pretenses. "Why the fuck do you keep yapping with your tiny, little mouth, eh?!"
Every one of the adventurers suddenly stopped chattering, and turned to whichever idiot was kicking up a huge fuss. In a society full of hot-headed idiots and power-hungry bastards, it was just another Tuesday to see an idiot who hadn't carefully read the terms and conditions when they signed the contract.
But, this was the first time they'd seen someone idiotic enough to be causing this much commotion when it was that certain receptionist's shift. In the house, the adventurers had one of two reactions. One, which belonged to the newbies, was a puzzled, inquisitive look on their faces, wondering why everyone had suddenly gone quiet. The other belonged to the veterans, who had stuck around long enough to find out exactly why it was a bad idea to do what the orc-faced woman had just done.
I was of the latter, but while the veterans averted their eyes out of fear, I looked onwards to see the greatest beatdown in history.
". . .You're pissing me off."
Then, everyone was silent, including the two idiots.
". . ."
". . ."
". .What?"
It was Dhog who broke the silence first, with a stupefied look on her face. Even Rufus's jaw was wide open in disbelief. I could see him trying to see if he had just heard the little receptionist right.
"Listen, you attacked first," The receptionist said, body completely still, eyes sharpened like a woman of power.
She sighed. "Why do idiots always get assigned on my shift?" The receptionist snapped her fingers, as the illusion of a cowardly receptionist faded away as someone bigger and stronger slowly came into view.
Along with the shiniest plate of platinum hanging around her neck.
When the last bits of illusion faded away, what stood before the two idiots was a woman who had fought in a certain war many years ago, and had thus retired to her hometown, working as a receptionist to oversee the next generation of Adventurers.
"Platinum badge. . ," Brutus's face was now completely white.
Dhog on the other hand, had a look of contemplation before her eyes turned wide. Her head whipped around so fast a normal human would have broken their neck, as she turned to the picture of a woman hung most high on the leaderboard of Adventurers, with a similar shiny platinum badge under her name and picture.
"The Platinum Illusionist," Dhog whispered in terror. "Illya Goodfield."