Adventurer of Many Professions

The five figures strode confidently toward the Adventurer's Guild, their presence commanding immediate attention.

Wherever they passed, other adventurers instinctively stepped aside, their expressions a mixture of admiration and awe.

Leading the group was a handsome, slender man, clad in silver light armor, his posture elegant yet commanding. A gleaming silver spear rested at his side, its tip reflecting the afternoon light.

To his left, a towering burly warrior, at least two meters tall, carried a massive black shield in his left hand, while a colossal greatsword was strapped to his back. His sheer size and presence made the onlookers feel small in comparison.

Behind them were three female adventurers, each striking in their own way:

A broad-shouldered female mage, her deep crimson robe flowing with every step.

A priestess in traditional robes, her serene face framed by cascading golden hair.

And lastly, a female elf, her long, pointed ears unmistakable. Graceful, ethereal, yet distant.

This was none other than Tresed and his party, the 'Swift Wind Adventure Team', one of the most renowned Gold-level teams in the guild.

Their arrival sent a ripple through the guild hall, igniting whispers and murmurs among the gathered adventurers.

"That's the 'Swift Wind Adventure Team'! They're here!"

"They're the strongest Gold-rank team! If anyone can reach Platinum, it's them!"

"I can't believe we're seeing them in person. They were the key to wiping out the 'Black Wind Group'!"

The team had gained widespread recognition after their role in the Knights' recent operation, helping to eliminate the Black Wind Bandits.

The adventurers spoke excitedly, especially about the infamous Wind Eagle, the tamed beast of the Black Wind Group's Beast Tamer, which had given the Knights significant trouble.

"If Tresed and his team hadn't taken down that Wind Eagle, the Knights wouldn't have been able to finish the job!"

"Yeah! Honestly, we should be thanking them. Because of them, the guild is finally posting commissions again!"

With the Black Wind Bandits wiped out, adventurers were finally free to accept missions and leave town safely.

For many, this meant they could start earning money again, a critical factor for those who spent their rewards as quickly as they earned them.

Some adventurers were more disciplined, saving their coin, but most were reckless, living commission to commission.

To them, the Swift Wind Adventure Team weren't just respected, they were saviors.

Adventurers Express Their Gratitude

Several adventurers stepped forward, eager to show their appreciation.

"Tresed, we owe you one!"

"Thank you, 'Swift Wind Adventure Team'! We've been stuck with no work for days. Without you guys, we'd be broke!"

And then, of course, came the fan club.

A group of young female adventurers practically swooned, their eyes shining with admiration as they pushed closer to Tresed.

"Tresed, you're amazing!"

"You make being an adventurer look so cool!"

"Are you accepting disciples? I'll train hard!"

Tresed let out a hearty laugh, basking in the attention.

"Ahahaha… We just helped a little!" He waved a hand in mock humility. "The Knights did the heavy lifting."

Even as he spoke, though, he could feel the weight of sharp gazes behind him.

His teammates were not enjoying the attention, especially Shatinara, their female elf archer.

The Unavoidable Attention on the Elf

Despite the overwhelming praise for their heroics, there was an undeniable shift in focus.

Eyes started drifting past Tresed, past the towering warrior and the spellcasters, until they landed on Shatinara.

A hushed wave of awe spread through the crowd.

"That's her… The female elf archer of the 'Swift Wind Adventure Team'!"

For many, this was the first time seeing an elf in person.

And just as the legends described, she was breathtaking.

Even though she wore a hood and practical adventuring gear, her delicate features, piercing emerald eyes, and elegant posture made her stand out like a jewel among stones.

"I've never seen an elf before… She's even more beautiful than I imagined."

Some were so entranced they almost forgot to breathe.

But not everyone was so mesmerized.

Some adventurers who had fought alongside the Swift Wind Adventure Team knew a secret that many did not.

Shatinara, despite her extraordinary beauty, had a physical flaw.

One that most wouldn't notice at a glance, but those who did… would never forget.

Even so, no flaw could diminish the ethereal presence of an elf.

As whispers grew louder, Tresed sighed inwardly. Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire

He had expected this.

Wherever they went, Shatinara attracted attention, wanted or not.

And today was no different.

An Unexpected Observation

Sylph's gaze was locked on Shatinara, the female elf standing behind Tresed.

Beside her, Lorene nodded in agreement, her expression filled with curiosity.

"I've only ever read about elves in books," she murmured. "They rarely leave the 'Elf Forest.' Most people go their entire lives without seeing one. I never expected to see one here in Wittes."

Arya, too, was captivated by Shatinara's delicate, ethereal beauty.

Her sharp green eyes, porcelain skin, and elegantly pointed ears made her look like something out of a fairytale.

But then Arya's gaze drifted downward…

And that was when she saw it.

Or rather, didn't see it.

Flat. Completely, utterly, astonishingly flat.

Arya blinked. "…Raymond was right."

She recalled his words from a few days ago—"She may be beautiful, but her chest is as flat as a wooden board."

Now, staring at the reality before her, Arya couldn't help but nod in silent agreement.

Sylph, however, had no intention of keeping her thoughts to herself.

She tilted her head and blurted out loud, "Hey? I thought elves were supposed to have big chests? Why is she so flat?"

The entire hall fell into a stunned silence.

Several adventurers visibly flinched, turning to stare at Sylph in horror.

Did she seriously just say that… out loud?

Everyone had noticed it, but no one had been stupid enough to say it publicly.

Because Shatinara wasn't just any elf.

She was a Gold-ranked adventurer, part of the Swift Wind Adventure Team, one of the strongest teams in the guild.

And standing next to her were four other Gold-ranked adventurers who could turn someone into dust if they wanted to.

Shatinara's long ears twitched sharply.

She had heard every word.

Her emerald eyes snapped toward Sylph and the others, now burning with rage.

Her chest heaved aggressively, though, unfortunately, there wasn't much to heave.

Her teammates immediately noticed her anger.

Tresed, however, misread the situation completely.

Seeing her seething expression, he assumed she was just angry about all the staring and that they were taking too long to leave.

Quickly, he raised his hands in surrender and said, "Relax, Shatinara! We're leaving now! No need to be angry!"

The female magician of the team rolled her eyes.

"Tresed… You really don't understand women, do you?" she sighed dramatically.

Then, with a mischievous smirk, she added, "Shatina definitely heard someone call her flat again."

Tresed nearly choked on his own breath.

He fought the urge to laugh, clenching his jaw to keep himself composed.

Because, in all honesty…

It was true.

Shatinara glared daggers at him, immediately sensing his amusement.

Before he could even react—

WHAM!

Shatinara's foot smashed into Tresed's shin, causing the spear-wielding warrior to stumble back in pain.

The onlookers gasped.

This… This wasn't how elves were supposed to act!

A Legendary Image; Shattered

In all the legends and books, elves were described as elegant, graceful, noble beings, their every movement refined and delicate.

Yet here was Shatinara, in all her fury, kicking her team captain without hesitation.

The adventurers who had once admired elves as untouchable beings now had to reconsider everything.

The Thought on Everyone's Mind:

"Maybe… books really can't be trusted."

Tresed's Attention Shifts

Still rubbing his bruised leg, Tresed turned his gaze toward the direction Shatinara had just looked.

Since most adventurers were gathered around them, the only ones standing apart were…

Raymond and his group.

Tresed's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight.

One guy. Three girls.

He smirked.

"Tch. This kid really knows how to enjoy himself."