Chapter 3
Thirty silver coins per person.
Thirty silver coins per person.
Red hair neatly tied back, pale skin dotted with a shy sprinkling of freckles—
The receptionist at the Gwis Mercenary Guild was a young woman in her prime.
Was this because the world originated from a game? Or was it that Gwis was stable enough to attract such people? Or maybe it was just that mercenary guilds held absolute power over mercenaries?
"What's your name, Priest?"
I neatly folded away my wandering thoughts.
What could I say? Using the name I'd gone by until now would be like shouting, Hey, I'm alive! Please come arrest me!—something only a desperate attention-seeker would do.
"Malnak. My name is Malnak."
Malnak.
It was the name I had picked when I first created this character, and only now was I using it for the first time.