I Reincarnated as the Bastard Prince? Well, At least I'm OP!

"I joined the adventurers club. Is there a problem with that?" I said, glancing up from my plate.

Raven’s brows furrowed with concern. "I don’t think it’s a good idea."

I bit into a piece of mutton, savoring the flavor before replying. "Relax, Raven. I can take care of myself. Besides, the club doesn’t go on quests that are extremely dangerous. It’s just basic missions—escort runs, monster patrols, stuff like that."

Raven’s fingers tightened around her fork. "That’s not the point. The Adventurers Club isn’t meant for someone your age. Those ’basic missions’ can turn deadly in an instant. One wrong move, and you could lose your life."

I took another bite, chewing slowly before answering. "All my life, I’ve wanted to explore this world, to gain real experience. This is my chance."

She narrowed her eyes slightly. "And what about the Demon King?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What about him?"

She leaned forward, her voice urgent. "Haven’t you given it enough thought? About slaying him and bringing peace to the world?"

I exhaled, setting my fork down. "Well, I’ve thought about it once or twice."

Raven’s expression hardened. "Archer, you have talent—more than anyone I’ve ever seen. You have the potential to end the Demon King’s tyranny. There’s no one else in this world more suited for the job than you."

A flicker of irritation sparked in my chest. "That’s the problem," I said, my voice tight. "I don’t want this to be a job or some grand task I have to burden myself with every waking hour."

Raven stood up sharply, her chair scraping against the floor. "You must care. Every minute that passes, innocent people—men, women, children—are being slaughtered by the Demon King’s forces. You alone can stop it. You should be prioritizing getting stronger for that battle!"