Weeks later.
"Good morning," Ash greeted the receptionist as he entered the guild hall.
His voice carried authority, a natural air of command befitting his status as an S-rank adventurer.
The guild bustled with activity, the air thick with the clatter of blades being sharpened, hushed conversations, and the occasional boisterous laughter from a group of adventurers recounting their latest quests.
Ash strode through the room, his presence drawing looks of awe and respect from those around him.
The receptionist responded with a deferential nod.
"Good morning, Sir Ash," she said, her voice tinged with respect.
"We've been expecting you. The Guildmaster and the other S-rank adventurers are waiting for you in the meeting room upstairs."
Ash nodded in acknowledgement, his steps measured and confident as he made his way towards the staircase leading to the upper levels of the guild.
