"You here to register as an adventurer?"
A giant wall stretching dozens of meters in the sky, fortified by my multiple layers. I was standing in the checking area of the southwestern gate. Inside this place made specifically to enter aspiring and active adventurers into the town, I was being interviewed by a knight.
The symbol of a peaky mountain with a snow cap was studded on the knight's armor, it was the emblem of the Deep Down Town and not of any specific country or organization.
"Right, here is my ID," I said, pulling out my platinum identification badge. The knight looked at the badge in my hands and gulped.
"A noble? Sir, did you possibly run away from your home—"
"Of course not," I said.
"Well, alright. I don't think a runaway noble would be so collected in such a situation. I apologize for any inconvenience, sir."
I waved at the knight, telling him it wasn't a biggie.
