Loki entered the guild hall and was greeted by the marveling eyes of the adventurers. As usual, he walked forward without showing any emotion on his face.
"Sir Loki!" Screamed some of the adventurers while waving their hands at him.
Loki just nodded and looked at his path ahead. However, as he traveled forward, two unfamiliar images emerged from the smiling adventurers and walked toward him.
The two new people immediately caught Loki's attention, especially how striking they were from the crowd—they were sticking out like sore thumbs... Elegant and graceful sore thumbs.
The two of them had silky back-length blonde hair that swayed with their every step. One was a very beautiful man, more beautiful than any adventurers surrounding him. And the other was an alluring beauty that got all the attention because of their irritable charisma and grace—and definitely not because of her two bouncing massive tits.
Both of them had leaf-green eyes as beautiful as healthy grass in a rich forest and a pair of pointed ears that indicated their race. They belonged to a certain race known for their elegance and incomparable pride. The high elves...
"It must be you..." Said the woman while staring at Loki with her alluring gaze. "The hero of Satirica... The Fallen Angel."
An elven woman wearing a silky white robe, which complemented her amazing shape.
'Holy gracious milk capital of the world!' Loki screamed inside his head. However, he managed to retain the stoic expression on his face. "Fallen Angel?"
'Booba!'
'Sugoi dekai!'
The tits lady—uhm... The woman elf slowly bowed her head while still maintaining eye contact with Loki. "I heard that's what the people call you... Flying like a dashing angel with corrupted black wings, protecting everyone who was under his command and defeating the catastrophic monster using capabilities that were comparable to the power of gods." She dramatically said. "That moniker fits you... What do you think?"
Loki narrowed his eyes. "What I think you asked?"
'Mountits!'
'Mommy milkers!'
'King-size pillows!'
'Heavenly cushions!'
'Back pain!'
Loki smirked. "Not bad."
"You are more charming than the guild master told us." She said. "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Avery Goldrod, I am the second princess of the kingdom Goldrod and one of the Class S adventurers of Earthish. It is my pleasure meeting you."
"Massivadonkers—" Loki stopped his word and cleared his throat.
Avery tilted her head. "Forgive me, but I didn't understand... Was that a foreign language?"
Loki nodded. "Yes. It means it's nice meeting you too." Loki bowed his head. "My name is Loki Morningwood, I am glad to finally meet Class S adventurers like myself. I hope we can get along while you stay here."
"Fairly impressive but I would say that your guild hall is quite simple in comparison to the main branch of the adventurers guild and our guild hall. This is the simplest and smallest guild hall that I have ever been to." Said the male elf standing next to Avery. His voice was oozing with pride and elegance and so was his movements and the way he stared at his surroundings. "I expected more."
The male elf was wearing a set of cream tunic, blazer, brown slacks, and shoes.
"It is because this guild hall is just the third guild hall we have just been to." Avery calmly said but the twitching of her eyebrows was apparent. "Forgive his discourtesy, Loki, he is my—"
"I can introduce myself." The male elf said and stared at Loki with his pretentious eyes. "You must be surprised that we arrived way earlier than you expected... Fortunately, not early enough before you could defeat the dragon on your own. How dare you steal our reward—ah!" His screams sounded in the guild hall when Avery smacked his head with her golden staff. "You! How dare you hit me in front of these people! Father will know about this—kubwa! Forgive me! I will behave now!"
'Oh... Ahm... Am I allowed to see this?' Loki thought while watching the two.
"Anyway, where were we?" The male elf said as he properly stood up.
'He acted like nothing happened!' Loki screamed inside his head.
The male elf snapped his fingers. "Loki Morningwood of the kingdom of Satirica, rejoice because you are in the presence of the famous Golden Lion. I am one of the Class S adventurers of Earthish and the third prince of the kingdom of Goldrod... I am known as the embodiment of versatility itself..." He raised his head high and showed the most arrogant face in existence. "But you may call me... Ligulas."
"Do you mean Legolas?" Loki nonchalantly asked.
Ligulas gasped. "How dare you speak my name with such disrespect." He screamed while pointing his index finger at Loki. "You are bold, Fallen Angel, but boldness won't save you from my wrath—"
"Ligulas..." Avery calmly said while looking at Ligulas with her narrowed eyes.
"Or not... it's not that big of a deal anyway." Ligulas said and scratched the top of his forehead, one of the spots where Avery repeatedly hit him.
Avery sighed and faced Loki, expressing an elegant smile. "Please forgive the commotion... This kind of ruckus is quite normal to us." She said and returned the staff she was holding back to her dimensional storage. "As you heard... Ligulas is my younger brother and as a prince and high-ranking adventurer, he is not used to how people outside of our kingdom treat him."
'I don't think that's the only case, lady, your little brother is literally a face-slapping novel antagonist—but actually strong and more tamed... I think?' Loki thought. "I understand... Anyway, now that the threat is gone, what do the two of you need me for?"
Ligulas moved forward with seriousness on his face—the pretentiousness in his demeanor was gone. What could be seen was the face of a professional adventurer—a class S adventurer. "We are here for the ancient dragon."
'Uh, there is blood flowing out of your nose—are you sure you are alright?'