One Punch Isekai Man

Chapter 16

If someone told Pief that today would be the day Clive and his guildmates would storm up to her desk, looking haggard and exhausted, and asked if they could cancel the mission they were going back and forth into for the past few years...she would tell them:

"Clive? That arrogant, self-absorbed, narcissistic adventurer whose only tried one mission in his life calling it quits? C'mon, he would never do that..."

But wrong she was as he handed in the form, cried and trembled while trying to look her in the eyes, and his body wafted of something that has been dead for what smelled like eons.

"I've decided to not only give up on this mission, but to also give up on being an adventurer. The time I've spent here has been fun but I'm just not right for it. Please forgive me, don't forget about me, and have a nice life."

Before she could say anything that would evaluate his state of mind, maybe even give them both some closure to the sexual harassment he's done over the years, he darted outta there as fast as if he were a bullet shot from a derringer—his acolytes/party members standing around murmuring to themselves before exiting the door.

'That was weird.' Pief thought.

Since work was piling up today she decided to just forget about it. She worked away signing, sorting, using a calculus for assessments, and blowing the whistle for all the other workers to take their break. After hours of this she was finally approached by an adventurer she knew so little, Baragon, who had his tiny arms on the haft of his axe lurking up like he was going to swing it at her, but really he just wanted to ask her one question:

"Is there any new missions for me to take? Maybe one where I have to travel far to fight a boss whose been damaging livestock or nestling in caves that should be demolished?"

She blinked feeling confused and uncertain what he meant by that until she felt a spark travel up her as an idea came to her.

"We do have this new mission. Please read before signing up for it."

She handed him the mission Clive couldn't finish. While Baragon was reading in his head what it entailed she reached into a tin on the bottom shelf behind a stack of paper in her desk and took a bite of a chocolate snowflake looking cookie with a gummie embedded inside—Baragon gave her his decision before she could finish.

"I'll take it!"

Without asking if he was absolutely sure, she signed the paper with a magically laced pen, the metallic head of it looked like a fountain pen but used gel ink inside seen through the transparent middle and blue leather wrapped around it. The magic was the ink disappeared after a week or if the person wanted to cancel it would disappear immediately. She rolled it up, used a red ribbon to keep it scrolled up, and handed it to Baragon.

"Good luck and try not to be too careless."

Bargon nodded his head agreeably before turning around and skipping out the door. That was slightly fun for her. Now she was back to sorting through papers, boxes with papers, and trying to unhook a small piece of paper tied to a messenger owl, who just happened to be delivering packages in the morning.

In the early evening right when she was about to take her last break before her last shift...a green priest walced into the guild powerwalking to her front desk. It wasn't just any green priest. It was the same priest who travelled with Clive.

'Is he here to accept the mission alone?' She wondered. 'I already gave that mission away. How do I tell him he's too late?'

Much to her surprise he approached her with three sheets. She leaned in, skimmed through the papers, and was surprised to see they were the same papers she gave the bald adventurer—forms too unchallenging for someone in the green priests' rank.