When Archer imagined a Guild Hall building, he imagined something like a post office. A place with only a simple check-in area and some storage units connected to it. However, the Adventurer's Guild was a much larger place, about the same size as the virtual school inside of the Moon Cell, with a very spacious entry area with several tables and a fully manned bar out to the side, away from the front desks.

Around two dozen individuals filled the seats, seemingly talking about the day to day life of the Adventurer. Though some of them quieted down and pointed as Fran walked boldly up to the front desk.

Little Fran was already drawing a lot of attention.

"Can I help you?" The woman behind the desk asked, seeming more than a little surprised to see a young girl coming into the Guild Hall all by herself.

"Register." Fran replied simply. Archer chuckled to himself a little, since Fran wasn't really being very clear.

"Ah, yes. Are you alone?"

"Alone." Fran confirmed.

"Erm… This is the Adventurer's Guild, so…"

"I know."

Archer wasn't really surprised by the woman's confusion. While Fran was dressed in armor and carrying a sword, she was still a twelve year old girl. It wouldn't have been unusual if she was merely an apprentice or squire of some kind, but she reported to being alone. It wouldn't have been that unreasonable for the woman to simply refuse Fran straight out.

But god bless bureaucracy, because the rules didn't let them discriminate against people for their age, race, gender or appearance. Even if she didn't like it, she couldn't turn Fran away. Not that the woman didn't try to persuade the child to leave.

"Anyone can register, but there'll be a test."

"Nn."

"It'll be a test of fighting forms, but is that alright?"

"Good."

"Are you really sure? You could get injured…"

"Unconcerned."

"Well… If anything happens, the Guild takes no responsibility."

"Alright."

"So, you still wish to do it…? I understand. Just a moment, please."

The woman gave a sigh before leaving the desk to go and get whomever it was that was supposed to test Fran.

Archer almost felt sorry for them. At the moment, Fran was the strongest individual in the room, and not by a small margin. Though considering the indignant noises they were making about the nerve of Fran for taking being an Adventurer so lightly, they seemed to have their own opinions. It only proved to Archer how blind they were.

Fran wasn't good at masking her body language, and every part of her just screamed 'prepared' to the old Servant. It was in the way she walked, the way she held her head, the positioning of her hands. Any Servant who saw her would have instantly known that she was a fighter, yet these Adventurers were blind to that fact.

Eventually, the receptionist came back and then led them to a spacious area in the back of the Guild building. Presumably a training hall.

That was where Fran met her examiner.

"Are you the registration applicant?" As a large man wearing rough black armor with sharp shoulder pauldrons. He was over two meters tall, with broad shoulders, a square jaw and horns growing out of his head.

He was an opposing figure… not that Fran cared. "Nn." Was the only response she gave him. She wasn't even sure if the man would have scared her before she met Archer and fought the Demon, and after the dream cycle had shown her the Berserker, Heracles, and the Jabberwock, she wasn't sure if anything would ever be able to intimidate her again. Not that the man wasn't trying.

He had activated several intimidation type skills, but they had no effect on her at all. She had the feeling she might have seen him somewhere before… but she couldn't really remember. She had a hard time remembering unimportant details.

"I'm your testing examiner, Donna Dorondo!" The man said loudly as he lifted his massive axe. "The contents of the examination are easy. You have to fight me. If you're defeated too easily, you don't pass!"

"Understood." Fran said, reaching up and grabbing onto Archer's hilt. His scabbard dissolved into specks of blue light, saving her the trouble of drawing him from her back. This seemed to give the large man a slight pause, but he still continued.

"Just so you're aware, I'm not good at holding back. When I fight, I do it seriously. If you don't want to fight, now's the time to leave!" Donna Dorondo shouted, pushing his skills a little harder.

"Want to fight." Fran declared simply.

Name: Donna Dorondo

Age: 46

Race: Kijin

Job: Great Warrior

Status: Normal

Level: 38/99

HP: 346, MP: 173, STR: 178, END: 163, AGI: 101, INT: 90, MGC: 81, DEX: 116

Skills: Coercion: Lv4, Transportation: Lv3, HP Recovery Rate ↑: Lv5, Danger Perception: Lv4, Instruction: Lv4, Presence Perception: Lv3, Grudge: Lv4, Flash Step: Lv3, Earth Magic: Lv2, Throwing: Lv5, Poison Resistance: Lv7, Lumbering: Lv4, Axe Techniques: Lv7, Axe Arts: Lv8, Roar: Lv3, Revival, Vigor Manipulation, Magic Manipulation, Steel Body, Automatic HP Recovery, STR ↑ Low

Titles: Guild Instructor

Equipment:Greataxe of Heavy Wrought Steel, Sovereign Black Iron Turtle Armor, Cloak of the Violent Fang Tiger, Stone Dragon Shoes, Sacrificial Bracelet

[He's a higher level than Gallus, and slightly stronger, but he isn't proficient in any sort of Magecraft. His skills make him seem more like the defensive type, capable of taking a beating. Though he does have [Flash Step] at level 3, so be prepared for a burst of movement.] Archer relayed to Fran. [Remember, this is just a spar. So don't go too far.]

(Nn!)

"Let's begin!" Donna Dorondo shouted before triggering his [Flash Step] and rushing forward.

The entire thing was over then and there. Fran parried the man's axe swing with easy, cut the tendance on his arms, before spinning around with her own burst of speed, taking the man's legs out from under him… literally. She cut them clean off.

Donna Dorondo fell to the ground, completely stunned, though somehow not screaming in pain as Fran stepped on him and placed her blade to his throat. "Over committed. Momentum threw balance off." Fran said before getting off of him. "[Greater Heal]" Fran pumped in enough Mana into the spell to allow it to reattach the man's limbs. "Again."

"Wh...what?" Donna Dorondo said, not sure what was going on.

"Spar not over. Get up quickly. True enemy not allow rest." Fran said, holding up Archer again. "Get up, or start while on ground."

...Perhaps Archer had been a bad influence.

Klimt hadn't been having the best of days.

It was decided early on between Klimt and the City Knights' Commander that the existence of the new Dungeon should be kept quiet while the King decided what was to be done with it and whose jurisdiction it would fall under. However, the wormy little viscount's brat, the second in command of the City Knights, was trying to use the strangeness of the events to undermine the Adventurer's Guild.

His claim was that Klimt and the rest of the Adventuring party who dived into the Dungeon had cleared it themselves, and that they were secretly hiding the Demon Count and Moonlight Dragon corpses, reported as having been summoned by the Dungeon Core, for themselves.

This was, of course, idiotic. While they had the power available to bring down the Demon Count, a Moonlight Dragon was an A-rank threat. Klimt would admit that even if he had summoned a Supreme Spirit to combat it, he probably wouldn't have won. Not without a few B-rank or higher frontline fighters to help buy him time.

And even if they had managed such a feat, why would they hide it? The laws governing the hunting of Demonic Beasts clearly state that the materials would have been theirs by right, if they had managed to defeat it without outside help. They would have even been handsomely rewarded on top of that for helping to defend the kingdom against such a threat.

The claims against them were stupid, but as stupid as they were, stupid people were bound to believe them, especially because of that fat pig's [Principle of an Element (Falsehood)] skill. All he had to do was claim that his skill said that they were lying, and his skills would make his own lie more believable.

The King was not an idiot, but if enough nobles start to mown, then he might be forced into action, even if it is unjust.

Then, after having the displeasure of having that fat pig spitting lies into his face all morning, he came back to his office only to have this dropped on him.

"Ahahaha! Yeah, she beat me." Donna Dorondo laughed, his terrifying instructor persona disappearing to be replaced by his normal relaxed attitude. his signature black armor was covered in cuts and blood had dried to his face.

"Donna, this isn't a laughing matter." Klimt said, causing the man to flinch. "You were made the examiner specifically so that this kind of thing wouldn't happen."

"Uh, yeah. Sorry." The man said, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Klimt sighed. He couldn't really blame the Kijin. Losing to a talented rookie once because your careless was understandable. But he didn't just lose once. The girl beat him ten consecutive times.

...A child who came out of nowhere beat their combat instructor ten times in a row!

Klimt looked over at the girl in question as she sat opposite of the two, not seeming to be paying any attention as her eyes were following the tiny spirits that Klimt kept in his room to warn him of malicious intent. The girl seemed curious, as though she had never seen spirits so close before.

Though the fact that she could see the spirits at all was telling. In there noncorporeal form, only individuals with [Spirit Magic] or an extremely high [Magic Detection] skill should be capable of seeing spirits. Yet this tiny girl could.

Not only could she see spirits, according to what Klimt had been told, she had displayed several different skills and magics in her sparring matches against Donna Dorondo, including [Divine Sword Techniques], [Earth Magic]. [Wind Magic], high level [Fire Magic], [Healing Magic] and [Lightning Magic] of all things. Then, to top it all off, in her final round of the fights, she had simply used [Support Magic] to strengthen herself and then completely physically overwhelmed the man with brute strength, as if she was the one fighting a child, before cleaning up all the blood with [Purification Magic] and repairing the damage to the room with high level [Earth Magic].

In terms of combat strength, she must have been at least the equal to a B-rank Adventurer. There was no other way she could beat Donna so consistently. How could such an individual exist?

The child's hands lepped up as she tried to catch one of the spirits, as if it was a firefly, only for it to pass harmlessly between her fingers.

Such a display might have made Klimt laugh, if the girl hadn't froaned, before starting to channel mana into her hands, causing them to glow. "Don't! You'll hurt them!" Klimt shouted quickly as the girl prepared herself to try to catch the spirit again.

She looked confused, but lowered her hands and let the mana die away. "...Sorry."

[Combat Qigong], a type of hand-to-hand fighting that focuses on the use of magical energy to reinforce the body, hardening the skin and strengthening the muscles. It was the kind of thing used by monks who specialized in hand-to-hand combat. Where did this child learn it?

Sighing again, Klimt started the interview. "First, let me hear your name."

"Fran." The girl replied in an odd monotone voice.

"And your age?"

"12."

Donna howled at the girl's words. "You mean you really are as old as you look?" The man said, his pride bleeding out onto the floor. He was probably trying to convince himself that she was actually just a member of a long living race.

"Donna..." Klimt warned the man before returning his eyes to the child. "However… I understand how you feel. Only 12 years old, and yet capable of using [Divine Sword Techniques], [Lightning Magic] and tenth level [Fire Magic], one after another... Is that some kind of a joke?" Klimt once again attempted to use his [Appraisal] skill, only to come back with nothing. "On top of that, you have an [Appraisal] blocking skill."

If [Appraisal] was a one in a hundred skill, [Appraisal Block] was one in ten thousand. Just having it was suspicious in and of itself… and yet, the spirits do not sense any ill intent from her. They are simply as curious about her as she is about them.

"So, according to you, you're 12. Where do you come from?" Klimt asked her.

"...Don't know." Fran said after a short pause, shrugging her shoulders.

"You… don't know. Why is that?" Klimt asked.

"Parents Adventurers. Didn't stay in one place. Died when I was young." Fran replied.

"I see. I'm sorry to hear that." Klimt said, trying to figure out what it all meant. If she was going to lie, she should have just claimed to be from a large city, one where it would be hard to confirm. So it was likely she was telling the truth, as unbelievable as the truth was. Though he supposed she was a child. Perhaps she just wasn't good at telling lies and so her story attracts suspicion. "Who took care of you after your parents died."

"..." The girl didn't respond.

"Klimt…" Donna mumbled uneasily. They both dealt with enough orphans to knew what silence meant. 'No one' implied that they grew up on the streets. Silence implied something worse.

"I'm sorry for asking." Klimt said, before moving on to his next question. "Tell me, who is it that trained you."

"Archer trained me." The girl replied, almost immediately. "Archer: Greatest."

"Archer?" Klimt said. He had never heard of an individual going by that handle, and in order to train a young girl to this level, he had to be at least an A-rank individual, if not S-rank. "Is there any way that I can meet this 'Archer'?"

"...No." The girl said.

"...Is there a reason for that?"

"Secret."

"...Haha… How troublesome." Klimt said with a sigh. If this 'Archer' person really existed, then it wasn't likely he let his pupil stray too far away. The girl could be a dangerous element, a spy, or a sleeper agent, even though the spirit could not sense any ill will from her. But if they act against her, then this 'Archer' might take offense. "...Was this 'Archer' person the one who conquered the nearby dungeon?"

"...Yes." The girl paused, as if debating what to say before giving her response.

"I see… did he solo that last monster?" Klimt asked.

"Archer soloed dragon." The girl said, her ears folding a little as if depressed by something.

She knew that it was a dragon. Oh boy. Her teacher was an individual capable of soloing a Moonlight Dragon. Even if fought in the confines of a cave, where its maneuverability would be limited, soloing a dragon is no small feat. The man must be a high A-rank. No, they had heard how short the fight had been. He must be the equivalent of an S-rank fighter.

Doing anything that might upset such a person was a VERY bad idea. Especially while Amanda was not in town.

The shadow that Klimt saw running away must have been this girl, tagging along behind her teacher. Perhaps he was using the goblins to train her. The man himself must have been there too, his concealment too high for Klimt to see him.

"Pass? Fail?" Fran asked as the Guild Master sweated bullets.

Klimt coughed into his hand as he recollected himself. "I won't turn away someone strong enough to take on Donna."

"Then Guild Card?"

"I'll prepare it now, so please fill in the necessary information on this form. If you cannot write, then perhaps I could do it on your behalf?"

"No need." Fran said as she took the clipboard from Klimt and started filling it out. Or all the parts that she could.

"Any skilled Adventurers are welcome! Right, Guild Master?" Donna said cheerfully welcoming the girl, though Klimt though he saw sweat on the large man's neck as well.

Klimt wasn't sure if it was the thought of Archer or of future sparring matches with the girl was worried the Kijin.

As Fran filled out her documents, they found out that she didn't have a Job yet, or even know what one was, which was shocking.

Jobs were like a seperate set of levels. Each person who have one job based on thier Skills, Titles, and past actions and that job gave benefits to them as the job itself grew levels. Jobs could be changed, but the experience and bonuses gained didn't carry over. If the girl didn't have a job, that means she was working with a huge disadvantage.

Donna almost cried out from the wound to his pride.

Usually, people would go to the church to obtain there jobs, but the Adventurer's Guild also had a crystal ball capable of doing the task… which would allow Klimt to get a better idea of what Skills and Titles the girl actually had, even through her [Appraisal Block].

"All you have to do is touch this orb right here, and then we will get a list of possible jobs, depending on your aptitudes." Flannel, the guilds receptionist, said, presenting the ball to the girl.

"Nn." Was Fran's only reply as she did as she was told.

"For Jobs, Fran can choose… Eh?" Flannel's words dropped off as she looked at the list, suddenly finding herself speechless. Klimt would have to admit… it was an impressive list.

While most rookies would have two or three low rank jobs to choose from, Fran had over a hundred, including several intermediate and even high ranking jobs.

There were many jobs that Klimt had been expecting some of the intermediate jobs, such as "Flash Swordsman", "Magic Swordsman", "Flame Magician" and "Lightning Magician", but there were several others that he hadn't been expecting, like "Necromancer", "Spell Thief", and "Summoner". According to her possible jobs, the girl not only had three of the basic elemental magics at their second class, but also had three different converging magic types, Lightning, Sandstorm and Lava. She also possessed [Dark Magic] and [Poison Magic], as well as her [Purification Magic] and [Healing Magic] from before.

Having aptitude in so many types of magic. This simply was not natural, regardless of one's age. Was this girl really a beastkin?

Though it was as Klimt's eyes went on to the high class jobs that he really started to choke. The girl had both "Master Combatant" and "Archmage", implying she had the [Vigor Control] and [Magic Control] skills, skills that are uncommon even among A-rank Adventurers. Others, like "Warrior Magus" were less surprising, but she also had "Sky Knight", "Weapon's Master", ''Chaos Priestess", "Jack of All Trades", and still others that Klimt had never even heard of.

Then, as Klimt's eyes reached a pair of jobs near the bottom of the list, his mind simply shut down.

"Demon Hunter" "Dragon Hunter"