Zumomikashi

Telmaris. A nation where strong hunter's guilds set their quarters due to its livelihood and abundance of dungeons. But amongst all of them, a certain guild, with no affiliated nations, is rumoured to be the strongest yet craziest of them all. They are called…Grim Fate.

Zephyr Gersche, is one of the hunters currently residing in Telmaris as of recently, though his powers and features are as human as it gets. With the threat of monsters growing each day, participating guilds within Telmaris and other regions have called for a gathering. Zephyr, of course, was out of place and was called out for the reason of his invitation…but something's off with him. Who really is this human before the eyes of the intimidating guilds?

Grim Fate: The Strongest Guild

"Ah, what a nice change of pace. This is far better than the last city we stayed in. I mean, I already forgot the name of that winter cursed city."

The group of knights have made their way to the city surrounded by trees, said to call forth invigorating winds. The people of the city have also made the gigantic trees their habitat while others also made it their business place.

"Haaaaah…I just want to lay down here for the rest of my life."

Without his robe, Yvain leisurely leans back and opens his mouth to welcome some fresh air. They are currently in a local dining pub, placed on an elevated open area where a strong, gigantic trunk acts as the establishment's floor.

"Yvain, mind your manners. You're a cleric, do not forget that."

"That's right, Sir Yvain. Show some restraint."

Rowan commented while stopping himself from leaning back as well.

Chapter 82: Disguise, Off