The early morning sun shone upon two small figures as they stood before the gigantic request board in the Adventurer's Guild Hall. Among a company of Rogues the young children seemed quite peculiarly out of place as they nonchalantly grabbed a D class Quest to the counter.
The count rate of D class personal were evidently not so abnormally few for this to be strange. However, such young D grade rouges were undeniably "rare", for those talented were most usually busy in their growth. Even if by cruel misfortune their financial situation were not optimal, which prominent Clan would be unwilling to adopt?
Little did their ignorant minds know that these twin orphans were picked up by a sadistic master who sent them off miles away to fend for themselves. And by then, the pair of ruckus causers had long since left with their work paying no heed to the ongoing gossip.
In the end, although Child labor was strange, it was not completely unprecedented. Thus the topic of the conversations would not, of course not stay upon these somewhat "unique" heretics for long. With their departure, it had already swiftly shifted to another pair of "bizarre" deviants from the North. Heretics more heretic than these young brats.
Word has it that new the C-class dungeon farther North was completely conquered by a pair of youngsters; apparently the talk of the town right now.
Dungeons are but ordinary caves or enclosed area with a sudden unexplained accumulation of mana. Long periods of exposure causes mutation, especially to those in very less contact with it... like the animals or plants that live there.
Not only can the carcasses of the mutants be put to good use or sold, legend has it that at the center of very dungeon is a core which caused the abnormality. Most usually something alike a mana crystal.
The C-class dungeon in question only came about, 6 years ago. Starting from the bottom F of a failure, it progressively crashed through the ranks, stealing countless lives due to out-dated information. May even have reached the ranks of the Mythical S rank if only its short burst of glory were not mercilessly trampled upon and crushed by a pair barely double its age. Those demonic twins, still stinking of their mothers milk, even took away the supposed core.
The select few who were on the scene to witness the carnage would of course not denounce those two as such. In fact they had their very own tittle for the pair that came incognito like a storm and blew them away. Shivers still runs down their spine every time they remember, the visual impact still fervent.
The cold one with hair darker than ink and charcoal eyes sucking in all light; one swing of his blade and the everything unfortunate enough to be in its path fell apart like falling leaves facing a gale. And his proficiency in spell casting did not fall short either. A sword mage he was with deathly eyes that chilled any observer.
No words would describe him better than a Calamity. A Northern Calamity. Stirring such strong winds now truly made one wonder the magnitude of the storm he would blow in his prime.
His companion was not much better. A mixed blood elf with beauty rivaling an angel with his genial smile and heavenly face. Even the slaughter he brought along could not stain his celestial aura as it simply upheld him as an Angle of Death. However, despite his worldly behavior, the princely bearing that radiated from his calm smile and noble bearing was difficult to disregard for any. Especially his combat style.
Though he employed not a lustrous sword nor fought as gallantly, his close quarters mana combat was truly a sight to behold. As though appearing out of thin air, one strike of his palm would blow way not only one's mind but also one's body.
However what was more fearsome was their collaboration. And a glimpse of it is shown since complete clear of a C-class dungeon in nearly a month was no easy task.
The chitter-chatter at the guild had yet to reach its conclusion when the doors burst open once more and that previous pair of "somewhat" unique heretics had come back. Before the question marks could even form above their insubstantial heads, the pair had already moved to the reception to confirm completion of their mission.
Even the receptionist was dumbfounded at the speed for they had left only a while back. Glancing again at the job description helped her understand a little.
[Mission Rank - D
Description : Win Against Me in a Fight ! Anyone who can best me in a fight shall be compensated greatly !
Job Restrictions : None
Client : The One and Only Third Son of Albus Merth, Barkus Merth The Great
Reward : I'll give you all my savings !!!]
Albus Merth was a relatively renowned respected elder mage of the capital and his first two sons were following steadily in his footsteps. However the young third son, despite possessing talent, had been unintentionally neglected due to the others being too busy in more pressing affairs.
This 14 year old young man had become infamous for his domineering attitude, the kind one develops when one doesn't get enough beating from one's parents but it seems he had finally posted a request due to extreme lack of competition.
Unfortunately for him, his request, much like his own self, had gone neglected. The ones too young would not dare to take such a high ranked mission while the ones too strong would not bother with such child's play.
Even the reward was vague beyond compare. Everything was filled out by the client except the Mission Rank. Regretfully, his own evaluation of the mission being "SSS*+ Above !" did not exist so it was redefined by the guild.
As for how these two managed to make him admit defeat. Well that was yet unknown to this gossip loving receptionist.
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The Ascelan Vessel
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