Chapter 146: From Registration to Dispute (2/2)

“She’ll have to fill in age and occupation too, right?”

“I told her to write something reasonable; 21 years old magician.”

It was understandable for Gula to lie about her age. If she was to write down her real age, it would be some crazy number somewhere in the hundreds. Rather than that, Loren was a little surprised that they had decided for Gula to be over twenty years old instead of a younger age like eighteen.

“I’m registered as an eighteen years old priest, by the way.”

“It’s a reasonable estimation, I guess?”

According to Lapis, despite the longer lifespan, demons still matured at the same rate as humans, so that number wasn’t a lie. As Lapis was a priest of the God of Knowledge, an officially-recognized one at that, she couldn’t lie about a single thing in the form.

“Is it that easy to become a priest?”

“That’s because I’m excellent.”

Lapis nonchalantly said. She was indeed excellent though, so Loren had nothing else to say.

“What about you, Loren?”

Looking at him with interest, Lapis asked. It took Loren some time to recall what he had written in the form.

“A twenty-two years old swordsman, I think.”

“That also seems reasonable.”

Loren thought about how he had registered with rather vague information.

He had written down a number that had seemed appropriate for his age; the truth is, he didn’t actually know how old he is.

He was an orphan that had been picked up by a mercenary company. He didn’t know his birthday, or how old he had been when they had found him. He had been told to be around that age by others in the company, so he had registered as such; Loren himself didn’t even know if he was actually older or younger.

As for his birthplace, he had chosen the Republic of Portaria.

He had heard from his company leader that it was an isolated country in the northernmost part of the continent with hardly any interaction with other countries. It seemed to be often picked as the birthplace of people with special circumstances, since nothing could be verified. That was why saying you were from Portaria was no different from saying that you had something to hide. In Loren’s case, since he didn’t know anything about his birthplace, he still had an excuse even if he got caught lying.

“Did you also tell Gula to use Portaria?”

“If she tells people that she’s from the North with that appearance, won’t they think that she’s not right in the head?”

By appearance, Lapis meant how Gula bared both shoulders and stomach and didn’t even remotely look like she knew how to dress for the cold. But Kapha was in the southwest of the continent and enjoyed the warm climate; dressing like Gula wouldn’t make one shiver in cold unless it was winter.

“She feels the heat more because she comes from the north – it can also be interpreted that way, can’t it?”

“It’s not like I didn’t think of that, but does Gula even care about heat and cold?”

Loren tried to imagine Evil Gods being affected by weather like heat and cold, but he immediately gave up – his imaginative power wasn’t high enough for that. If push comes to shove, all he could conjure up was the image of Gula laughing nonchalantly standing in a blizzard wearing that skimpy outfit.

“As long as she doesn’t write down the name of a country that perished long ago, then anything is fine.”

“That’s right. It’s not important information.”

In the end, Loren and Lapis reached the conclusion that whatever country would be alright. Gula briskly approached them just then. It seemed like she had finished with the registration; a copper identification tag was dangling on her chest.

“The Adventurer Guild was so stingy. Someone as strong as me should get the iron rank like Loren at least, don’t you think?”

“It’s the rule, so there’s nothing to do about it. I mean, considering you as an iron rank still sounds like a joke anyway, so copper or iron doesn’t matter here.”

Ability-wise, it wouldn’t be strange if an Evil God like Gula was given the highest rank in the Adventurer Guild’s ranking system. But the rule was for all adventurers to start with copper rank at registration, and there was no exception unless something truly exceptional happened. Gula being given the copper rank was nothing strange.

In the first place, Loren had thought that Gula couldn’t be sorted into ranks like copper, iron, or silver anyway, so whatever rank she started with didn’t matter. She still remained discontent after what he had said though.

“I want to be in the same rank as you guys. This feels like I’m being left out, doesn’t it?”

“You’ll rank up pretty quick anyway. Just bear with it until then.”

“That said, will you be willing to work with us when ranking up, Gula?”

Lapis asked with her tone also being discontent somehow. Gula answered her with a cheerful smile:

“Until death do us part. Is it ok for me to stick with you guys?”

“It’s a huge trouble. Mainly because of the food expenses.”

Lapis said coldly. Gula made a sad face while snuggling up to her, but the latter pushed her away, looking truly annoyed.

Loren urged them to leave to discuss their plan from now on. He couldn’t decide whether they were getting along or not, but he’d hoped that they wouldn’t cause troubles at least. As they followed him out of the door, trouble arrived.

“Oh?”

“Ah, sorry.”

Gula bumped into another adventurer who was passing by. Gula immediately apologized, but the other adventurer grinned broadly after seeing her and her companion.

It seemed like the seed of trouble had come from another party instead. Loren had that hunch, and involuntarily facepalmed.