Chapter 9

Through the mental hub, I could see bodies sprawled across the floor, some groaning in pain while others lay completely unconscious. The adventurers who were still standing had shocked expressions, their eyes darting between Silviya and the wreckage she had left behind.

As for the elves, their reactions were split—some looked proud, while the rest seemed terrified for some reason. Their expressions were even more intense than the humans'.

Was it because she's a High Elf?

That would explain their extreme reaction, but I still wasn't sure what was going on.

'Hey, what happened?' I asked through our mental link.

Silviya averted her gaze slightly before answering.

'They asked me to join their team. I said no, and they attacked me.'

That was clearly not the full story. My instincts screamed that there was more to it, but I didn't press the issue.

Instead, I decided to focus on something else.

'Well, at least tell me why you're in the guild in the first place.'

She explained that becoming an adventurer would allow her to level up, earn money, and gather rare materials that might be useful later.

Honestly, it made sense.

Maybe we should hunt a Goblin Lord later…

'Alright, I get it. Let's check out the quest board.'

Silviya walked up to the quest board, scanning the available missions.

And every single quest was garbage.

Gathering herbs, escorting merchants, clearing pests—pointless chores.

Her eye twitched.

Without hesitation, she turned to the black-haired receptionist, her golden eyes filled with cold irritation.

"Hey, Guild Receptionist, are you trying to make fun of me?"

The room went silent instantly.

The receptionist froze, her posture stiffening under the sheer weight of Silviya's killing intent.

"N-no! These are the beginner quests! As an E-rank, those are the only ones we're allowed to give you!"

Her voice was rushed, her body already tense, as if she had dealt with aggressive adventurers before—but it was clear she had never encountered someone like Silviya.

Silviya crossed her arms, her glare darkening.

"So if I slice the head off that guy over there, will I qualify for a higher rank?"

The receptionist's face drained of all color.

It was clear she had never dealt with someone willing to escalate things this fast just to get what they wanted.

'Wait, maybe we shoul—'

Before I could finish, an elf suddenly stepped forward.

"Hey! Why did you give a High Elf only an E-rank?"

As she said that, more elves joined in, stepping up behind her.

Before long, even people from outside the guild began gathering as the commotion spread.

The black-haired receptionist was panicking even more, her eyes darting around, completely overwhelmed by the situation.

I honestly felt bad for her at this point.

Meanwhile, the elves had rallied behind Silviya without hesitation.

So High Elves really do hold a higher status in their society?

That seemed very likely.

And if this continued, things were about to spiral completely out of control.

Just then, a loud thud echoed from the upper floor.

Everyone turned toward the sound, and the color drained from their faces.

Except for Silviya—she just looked even more annoyed.

I sighed.

'Hey, Silviya, try to behave, okay? I'm going to get breakfast. My mind is still young, and I probably can't handle using the mental hub while moving. So don't do anything crazy.'

And with that, I had to disconnect.

As Mary led me to breakfast, I could only hope things wouldn't spiral completely out of control in my absence.

Silviya's POV:

As I heard my master's words, I could only comply.

Fine. I'll tone it down.

The next person who gets in my way? I'll only break their bones.

After all, with this much support, I should be able to get away with no to minimal legal trouble.

As I planned my next move, I glanced at the elves.

Something was off.

They looked... afraid.

Following their gaze, I looked up and found the source of their fear—a short, brown-haired dwarf standing on the upper floor.

She stared down at me, her eyes sharp with hostility.

"Tch, to think a High Elf would walk into my building. Get lost—you're not welcome here, bastard."

A rude dwarf, huh?

I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly.

"For a child-sized mascot to call this building yours… am I to assume you're the guild master?"

I had heard from criminals the previous night that the guild master was rumored to be a High Dwarf.

Judging from her confidence, that was probably true.

Still, even knowing my race, she showed no hesitation in confronting me.

I had gathered every piece of relevant information I would need in the short run.

And now?

It was time to use it.

Taking advantage of the High Elf reputation was going to be easy.

With that thought, I jumped, landing gracefully on the same level as the dwarf.

Her annoyed eyes narrowed as she looked up.

"What the hell are you doing, jumping around like a monkey? Didn't I tell you to leave?"

I smirked.

"Oh? And here I was trying to make it easier for you. After all, I figured you'd be more used to looking up at people rather than down."

A moment of silence filled the room.

Then, the explosion began.

From the adventurers below, I could hear the shouts:

"No way, she actually said that!"

"She didn't roast the guild master—she incinerated her!"

"Damn, that was a good comeback. I have to use that on a dwarf one day!"

I flashed the guild master a smug look, thoroughly enjoying the chaos.

I could clearly see a vein popping on her forehead.

This was going to be way more fun than I expected.

Just as I was about to throw another insult, she suddenly grabbed a hammer nearby and swung it at me without warning.

I raised my arm to block the first hit, and it was fine—until she uttered a single word.

{Enhancement}.

The second swing came instantly.

And this time, I was sent flying straight through the wall, crashing outside the building into what looked like a training ground.

As I pushed myself up, she jumped down through the hole I had made, landing in front of me.

A crowd of adventurers quickly filled the stadium, surrounding us.

I glanced down.

My arm was broken.

Before I could react, the guild master smirked, her voice filled with mockery.

"It seems our dear elf has a small crack. Do you want me to forge you a new arm instead of that ugly thing? I can even make it the same size as mine—won't it look lovely on you?"

The elves in the stadium immediately began booing her.

"Have a better comeback!"

"That was an unfair surprise attack!"

"So you agree your arm is short, meaning you're short!"

A vein popped on her forehead.

She immediately snapped, her voice booming across the arena.

"Who said that?! Come out, you bastard! I'll show you who's short after I bury you in the ground!"

Instantly, the elves went quiet.

I smirked and raised my spear, activating my skill.

{Nature's Life}. with those words my hand healed completely

The moment she heard those words, the guild master jumped to the side—just as a spear pierced through the air, hitting the exact spot she had just been standing on.

Not bad. She wasn't just tough—she was fast too.

I let out a small chuckle.

"Seems like your height doesn't slow you down after all. You just have to take twice the number of steps to cover the same distance."

Her anger flared instantly.

{Greater Enhancement}.

The moment she activated the skill, she stomped her foot down, sending a shockwave in all directions, cracking the ground open.

I jumped back, dodging it, but as I landed, I felt something warm and metallic in my mouth.

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand.

Blood.

The guild master smirked, her confidence unwavering.

"Why don't you save some words for when you're in the hospital? I'm sure the elves visiting you will love to hear more of your great insults."

I grinned, instantly firing back.

"Ahh, so you want me to call you short when you're not around?"

Her face twitched violently.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

She gripped her hammer tightly, ready for Round 2.

I raised my spear, activating {Nature's Life} again.

Time for Round 2.