Guild chaos, reviewing tribute requests.
The golden light of late afternoon spilled into the Windvale Adventurer's Guild as the front doors burst open with a bang.
All heads turned.
Lilith stepped in, bandaged, blood-spattered, bruised—and grinning.
Behind her, Ren followed, carrying a sack so heavy it thudded with every step like a coffin full of bricks.
The guild's central hall fell silent.
Almas, the silver-haired receptionist, looked up from his desk and immediately rushed forward. "Lady Lilith?! What happened today? Did you—" he paused, eyeing the dried blood and exhausted expression, "—did you try to solo Glowrock Hollow?!"
"I did solo a dungeon today," Lilith replied, brushing dust from her coat. "But not Glowrock."
Almas blinked. "Then… where?"
Lilith smiled. "Duskwither Hollow."
The hall collectively exhaled. Someone dropped their drink.
"W-Wait," Almas said, voice a pitch higher. "You… tried to solo Duskwither Hollow? Lady Lilith, that dungeon might be E rank on paper, but its danger level is practically low D! You could've—"
"I didn't say I tried." Lilith's voice cut smoothly. "I did solo it."
Another silence spread like wildfire.
Almas blinked. "W-What?"
She stepped forward. "It's cleared. Every zone. Every floor. Every corpse I left behind is a love letter to progress."
"...You're bluffing," one adventurer murmured.
"That's a joke, right?" said another.
"Even C ranks struggle in the Tomb of Names!"
Almas turned to Ren for confirmation, as if grasping for reality.
Ren, as dry as ever, dropped the sack on the front desk with a WHAM.
"She's not joking."
The thud echoed across the room.
Almas flinched. He stared at the sack, then slowly began unpacking it.
The silence turned electric.
One by one, he laid them out—
13 Plague Rat pelts, still damp and scorched.
Teeth and carapaces from Dungeon Mites.
A shining black pelt from the Shiny Mouse—clearly a rare variant.
5 glowing red Ghoul Acolyte cores.
3 stone-glinting cores from Gravestone Sentinels.
5 sleek, curved bones from the Bone Ravens.
A strip of enchanted Shadow Silk—a rare crafting material.
A broken but visibly magical necklace, still humming with faint remnants of the Shade Queen's power.
Almas stared.
His fellow receptionist, a young man with spiky hair, covered his mouth in awe. "All of that… in one day?"
"No," Lilith said. "In four hours."
The hall erupted.
Whispers flew across the room like wildfire.
"She soloed Duskwither?!"
"That dungeon takes parties to raid!"
"She's already stronger than half the veterans here…"
"Blessed by the gods, huh?"
Almas collected himself and began assessing.
The rats alone would fetch 20 Narr per pelt. The black pelt—likely 80 to 100. The ghoul cores? 50 Narr each. The bone raven parts had alchemy use, so maybe 40 apiece. The Shadow Silk… rare and auction-worthy. That alone might bring 300. The Shade Queen's necklace? A relic-grade drop.
When he tallied the parchment and slid the result forward—
Total Estimated Value: 1,570 Narr.
Lilith smirked. "I accept cash. And praise."
Ren leaned against the counter, arms folded. "This one's going to be trouble."
Almas looked from the loot, to Lilith, then down at the reward chart. "Lady Lilith… this haul matches what most D-rankers need a week to gather. We'll need to begin reclassifying your dungeon authority level and—"
Lilith cut in. "That solo exam we talked about? Schedule it."
The receptionist blinked. "You're… already taking it?"
"Ren challenged me," she said, jabbing a thumb toward her partner. "He said if I could solo a dungeon in one run, I could go solo officially."
"And she did," Ren confirmed, sighing. "Not that I expected her to reach the boss room, let alone kill it."
Lilith smirked. "Never bet against me."
Almas cleared his throat. "Then, congratulations. We'll notify the guild council. Lady Lilith Elric, you've qualified to apply for solo-certified D-rank adventuring."
Another round of shocked murmurs swept the guild hall.
Lilith gave a half-bow to the watching crowd. "Make way, folks. The dungeon slayer is here to conquer."
Ren coughed into his sleeve.
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The Elric estate's lights glowed warm and golden as Lilith finally stepped inside, dragging her bandaged legs across polished floors.
No family interrogation. No questions. No smug Ren remarks—he'd slunk off to his room like the half-dead man she made him.
Perfect.
She needed food. Bath. Bed.
Dinner was a quiet affair tonight. Roasted duck, buttery vegetables, and garlic bread that might've been baked by the gods themselves. Lilith devoured three plates in silence.
That was when Gareth set his spoon down with a dull clink.
"The Tribute Bureau sent your first round of candidate profiles."
Lilith, chewing, gave a thumbs-up without looking.
He continued, "You'll have two days to accept or reject them."
She swallowed, wiped her mouth, and nodded. "Julian."
Julian looked up. "Yes?"
"Bring them to my room after dinner."
He blinked. "Me?"
"You know I trust your taste."
"...That's not how this works—"
"Room. After. Dinner."
Gareth sighed, already regretting his decision to let her grow up.
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Later – Lilith's Room
Lilith lay on her bed, dressed in soft sleepwear, a healing patch across her ribs and a warm compress over her sore thigh. Her battle-worn daggers were neatly placed on the nearby table, along with her new axe, now properly oiled and cleaned.
Julian knocked softly and entered with a thick leather folder clutched to his chest.
"You said you wanted the tribute requests."
Lilith clapped twice. "Yes, my sweet secretary. Lay the offerings before your queen."
"I am not your secretary."
"You're in my room holding a folder full of dick stats."
Julian sighed and handed it over.
He cleared his throat. "These are the official tribute candidates, reviewed and filtered by the Bureau. Only those who match your preferences made the cut."
Lilith raised an eyebrow. "So no old geezers. No fat pigs. No weaklings."
"...Correct."
"Good. Let's begin."
Julian sat beside her, unfolded the dossier, and started reading aloud:
🔹 [Tribute Request 001]
Name: Kael Vinton
Age: 20
Height: 184 cm
Weight: 82 kg
Appearance: Dusky skin, short-cropped black hair, golden eyes; has a tribal warrior tattoo over left chest.
Profession: B-Rank Adventurer (Spearman)
Character: Bold, confident, known for being fiercely loyal.
Speciality: Slayer of the Ash-Scale Basilisk at age 18.
Dick Size: 7.8 inches
Tribute Class: 2nd Class (20,000 Narr)
"Not bad, huh? Pretty strong guy." Lilith commented.
"Yeah, B rank adventurer is no joke." Julian replied.
🔹 [Tribute Request 002]
Name: Cedric Halworth
Age: 23
Height: 190 cm
Weight: 89 kg
Appearance: Well-built, knightly blonde hair, strong jawline; always seen in polished armor.
Profession: Royal Guard Captain (Probationary)
Character: Stoic, disciplined, chivalrous to a fault.
Speciality: Swordmaster recognized by the Crown.
Dick Size: 8.2 inches
Tribute Class: 2ndst Class (20,000 Narr)
"A royal guard captain with honorary noblety" Lilith commented. Julian didn't bother to reply.
🔹 [Tribute Request 003]
Name: Rynn Telver
Age: 25
Height: 177 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Appearance: Mischievous smile, messy chestnut hair, green eyes; lean but muscular.
Profession: Magical Thief (D-Rank Rogue)
Character: Flirtatious, clever, morally flexible.
Speciality: Infiltrated three noble estates undetected—without stealing anything.
Dick Size: 7.1 inches
Tribute Class: 3rd Class (10,000 Narr)
"A thief? What if he steals my tribute money! Reject him."
Julian was amazed by her review.
🔹 [Tribute Request 004]
Name: Tyras of the Flame
Age: 22
Height: 188 cm
Weight: 84 kg
Appearance: Sharp amber eyes, dark red hair, lightly scarred face; radiates heat.
Profession: Elemental Battle Mage (Fire Specialty)
Character: Intense, driven, passionate in speech and combat.
Speciality: Ranked 3rd in the National Mage Tournament.
Dick Size: 8.5 inches
Tribute Class: 1st Class (35,000 Narr)
"A flame guy. He must be reay tasty. His size is also impressive." Lilith commented cheerfully.
"It's not a food review, Lilith. Be serious." Julian replied with a worried look.
🔹 [Tribute Request 005]
Name: Finnian Rosveil
Age: 18
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 69 kg
Appearance: Pretty-boy type, platinum blond hair, smooth skin, soft voice.
Profession: Apprentice Alchemist
Character: Gentle, easily flustered, tries his best.
Speciality: Created a rare aphrodisiac that temporarily boosts charm stat.
Dick Size: 6.5 inches (Virgin 💮)
Tribute Class: 1st Class (Youth + Virgin Discount Applied)
Final Fee: 28,000 Narr
"Hey, look! It's a delicate noble boy. He will be very fun to toy with." Lilith commented with mischievous attitude.
"You are acting like you are very mature. He is the same age as you and probably has more brain." Julian replied cold.
🔹 [Tribute Request 006]
Name: Doro Gravemane
Age: 21
Height: 193 cm
Weight: 96 kg
Appearance: Towering brute, bald with dark tattoos across chest and shoulders.
Profession: A-Rank Mercenary (Warlord Division)
Character: Surprisingly quiet and respectful; loves poetry.
Speciality: Survived 11 large-scale conflicts and never once struck a woman.
Dick Size: 9.1 inches
Tribute Class: 1st Class (35,000 Narr)
"It's a massive brute. I wonder if it will fit me!" Lilith commented mischievously.
"Don't say such thing in front of me." Ren replied, his face blushing.
🔹 [Tribute Request 007]
Name: Ezra Velden
Age: 30
Height: 179 cm
Weight: 72 kg
Appearance: Pale skin, silver hair, wears robes and charms; mysterious aura.
Profession: Spirit Tamer
Character: Calm, cryptic, enjoys silence.
Speciality: Tamed a B-class wind spirit at age 17.
Dick Size: 7.3 inches
Tribute Class: 2nd Class (20,000 Narr)
🔹 [Tribute Request 008]
Name: Calen Dawnsworn
Age: 21
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 78 kg
Appearance: Handsome in a noble way; brown hair and bright blue eyes.
Profession: Noble Scholar / Historian
Character: Intellectual, respectful, gets flustered easily.
Speciality: Authored a thesis on ancient fertility rites that was a bit too detailed.
Dick Size: 7.0 inches (Virgin 💮)
Tribute Class: 1st Class (Youth + Virgin Discount)
Final Fee: 28,000 Narr
"It's a nerd. I don't want him." Lilith replied with disappointment. Julian continued reading.
🔹 [Tribute Request 009]
Name: Rael Thornwick
Age: 22
Height: 186 cm
Weight: 83 kg
Appearance: Tan, rugged, has a battle-worn look and golden piercings.
Profession: Beastmaster (Focus: Predators)
Character: Dominant, cocky, loves a challenge.
Speciality: Tamed a Sabertusk with nothing but a stare.
Dick Size: 8.0 inches
Tribute Class: 2nd Class (20,000 Narr)
🔹 [Tribute Request 010]
Name: Jiro Flint
Age: 20
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 74 kg
Appearance: Tan skin, lean frame, messy black hair; one dimple when he smiles.
Profession: Courier & Street Brawler
Character: Energetic, cocky, flirty.
Speciality: Has a 98% delivery success rate even through monster zones.
Dick Size: 7.2 inches
Tribute Class: 3rd Class (Commoner)
Approved under "exceptional stamina + under-21" clause.
Fee: 8,000 Narr (after 20% youth discount)
"His success rate is amazing. He must have some skill that enables him to evade dangers. I wonder if he can evade my charm, hehehe." Lilith grinning.
🔹 [Tribute Request 011]
Name: Bram the Smith's Son
Age: 21
Height: 188 cm
Weight: 90 kg
Appearance: Broad chest, blacksmith-toned arms, freckles on nose.
Profession: Apprentice Smith
Character: Earnest, shy, hardworking.
Speciality: Forged a battle hammer that an A-Rank adventurer now uses.
Dick Size: 8.3 inches
Tribute Class: 3rd Class (Commoner)
Approved under "strong physique + size + forge skill" exception.
Fee: 10,000 Narr
"This boy is not virgin? Young boys should be virgin." Lilith complained.
"Do you even hear yourself?" Julian replied with a surprised look. After a pause he added, "So, are you selecting any of them?"
"How can I not! All of them are good requests."
"Maybe because someones preferance rules out 80% of the candidates."
"You make me sound like very selfish."
"So, which lucky fishes are being selected?"
#1 Tyrus of the Flame
Good source for mana and magic skills.
#2 Doro Gravemane
Mainly size, also good source of strength.
#3 Finnian Roseveil
Delicate flower
#4 Jiro Flint
Curious of 98% success rate. Might provide some evasion skill.
Her strange sense of choice left Julian in awe.
Continued...
Non-canon filler: The previous owner of Lilith's body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.
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