Low-Fantasy Occultist Isekai

Adventurers were an intriguing breed of people. They weren't tied down to a single location most of the time—unless they were too weak to traverse the wilds or too old for the world to offer anything new. Admittedly, though, few reached that age if they had traveled so extensively.

That didn't mean they couldn't take long-term missions in one place or even settle down temporarily if they felt a location had much to offer. However, throughout her career, Akari had rarely met anyone deserving of being called a true adventurer who remained in one place for long.

The call for freedom was simply too alluring. Getting paid to roam across the kingdom—and even beyond, for those daring or powerful enough—was just too good of a deal. Constantly fighting various monsters provided a wealth of experience that was simply unavailable to anyone who chose to remain in one place for long.

Akari had always seen herself as a free spirit; even during her training to master the Stalking Gait, she never allowed her teacher's morals and ideals to shape her as the old hag would have liked.

Sometimes, she regretted moving on so quickly. She would have loved to join the dungeon raid happening in Floria, not least because she saw the sleepy town as a kind of home base. Not a place to settle down, no, but she certainly enjoyed coming back every few years to check on Elena and her few remaining childhood friends.

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"What are you doi—ghurk" The man she had just stabbed in the throat said eloquently.

"I don't know if that's something I'd say about myself," she smiled, watching as life drained from him.