A young Mandalorian, who was nothing more than a bounty hunter in his ordinary life, decides to travel to Orario to become stronger by hunting various monsters in the Dungeon and to carve out a reputation for himself. But what adventures will unfold...
*Note: since my native language is not English, I translated my story using artificial intelligence, so there may be spelling mistakes, but I promise I will do my best!
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As the sun set and the sky darkened, the beauty of the world from above became apparent. At this time, the city was quiet in every corner until the sunrise from the east would light up the world again.
People were in their homes; some were getting ready for bed, others were engaged in their nightly activities, and men in lust districts were spending time with women.
But near the dungeon, there was a place that was full of adventurers and diverse people at night, bringing it to life. A tavern called 'Hostess of Fertility' which was bustling every day. A lively and cheerful place for newcomers. Despite its strange name, adventurers of all ages filled the tables, eating and drinking as they pleased, and enjoying the cozy decor and atmosphere of the tavern.
Although the place had a homely feel, it was ultimately a bar.
The waitstaff attended to customers with plates and trays in hand. Ryuu and the rest of the tavern staff were busy handling orders, and Syr was working at tables, then returning to the counter to take new orders.
Overall, it was only adventurers who filled the tavern's tables. Its proximity to the Tower of Babel made it a suitable place for adventurers after a long day in the dungeon. This was one of the things Syr loved about her job. The adventurers who came here always had interesting stories to tell and shared their experiences in the dungeon.
Unlike her abilities, Syr was not an adventurer, so the stories adventurers told about the dungeon were fascinating to her. But tonight, aside from people's conversations, she was more waiting for someone than listening to them, with her attention mostly focused on the tavern door.
Artyom and Ali stood outside the tavern. Ali, arms crossed behind the Mandalorian, looked a bit uneasy. As the ruler of a desert kingdom, she wasn't used to such places. She spent most of her life in the palace and rarely went out. This was due to specific reasons like maintaining her noble status or protecting her privacy.
Artyom noticed her discomfort. "Are you okay?"
She snapped out of it and quickly said; "No, it's nothing. Just..."
Artyom raised an eyebrow under his helmet. He found it interesting how this girl could be so shy. It was somewhat cute, but seeing a former king like this was surprising. Every ruler in this world should have confidence equal to their power. However, Ali showed the opposite. Just like a toddler unfamiliar with such places.
The young Mandalorian gently took Ali's hand. "There's no need to worry."
Ali looked at him and took a deep breath. The Mandalorian was right; there was no need to be so paranoid. No one in this city knew her, just as she didn't know the Mandalorian. That was enough for her to smile confidently and nod in agreement.
