Chapter 1: Arrival in Orario
Sunlight filtered through the branches of trees lining the dusty path. Bell Cranel adjusted the backpack on his shoulders and the bow slung across his back. The sight of the majestic walls in the distance gave him renewed energy despite the fatigue from his long journey.
Orario. The city his grandfather had told him so many stories about. The city of adventure, heroes, and gods who had descended from the heavens. And now, with his grandfather gone, Bell was finally here to forge his own path.
His heart clenched at the thought of his grandfather. The old man had raised him, trained him in archery and swordsmanship, and filled his head with tales of brave adventurers. "One day, you'll become a great hero," his grandfather would always say with that warm smile of his. Bell touched the hilt of the short sword at his hip—his grandfather's final gift to him.
As the massive gates of Orario loomed closer, Bell couldn't help but quicken his pace. His ruby-red eyes widened with wonder as he passed through the entrance and beheld the sprawling city for the first time.
Orario was nothing like the small village he had grown up in. Tall buildings stretched toward the sky, streets bustled with people of all races—humans, elves, dwarves, animal people—and the air was filled with the sounds and smells of a thriving metropolis. In the center of it all stood the enormous tower Bell had heard so much about: Babel, built atop the Dungeon.
"So this is Orario," Bell whispered to himself, his voice nearly lost in the cacophony of the city. His eyes darted from one marvel to the next, trying to take everything in at once.
Lost in his amazement, Bell didn't notice the figure in front of him until it was too late. He collided with someone, the impact sending both of them tumbling to the ground.
"I'm so sorry!" Bell exclaimed, scrambling to his feet. "I wasn't watching where I was going—"
His words died in his throat as he looked at the woman he had knocked over. She had fair skin and dark hair elegantly tied back, adorned with intricate earrings and a fig necklace. Most striking was the cow-shaped mask covering the upper half of her face. Despite this, Bell could sense her beauty and an unusual aura that seemed to emanate from her.
"It's quite alright," the woman said with a gentle laugh as Bell helped her up. "No harm done."
"I really am sorry," Bell repeated, bowing his head in embarrassment. "This is my first time in the city, and I got distracted by everything."
The woman tilted her head, studying him with interest. "Your first day in Orario, is it? I thought as much. You have that wide-eyed look about you."
Bell nodded, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yes, I just arrived. My grandfather always told me stories about this place, and now I'm finally here to become an adventurer."
"An adventurer?" The woman's lips curved into a smile. "How interesting. And what's your name, young man?"
"Bell Cranel," he answered promptly.
"Bell Cranel," she repeated, as if testing the name. "Well, Bell, if you want to become an adventurer, you should head to the Guild first. They'll help you get registered properly."
"The Guild?" Bell perked up. "Could you tell me where to find it?"
The woman pointed down one of the main streets. "Follow this road and take the second right. You can't miss it—large building with the Guild's emblem above the entrance. Ask for an advisor there, and they'll guide you through the process."
"Thank you so much!" Bell beamed. "And sorry again for bumping into you."
"Think nothing of it," the woman waved dismissively. "Perhaps we'll meet again, Bell Cranel."
With a parting nod, Bell headed in the direction she had indicated, unaware that he had just encountered one of the many deities residing in Orario—Hathor, the goddess of love and motherhood.
Following the woman's directions, Bell soon found himself standing before the Guild's headquarters. The building was impressive, with large windows and ornate architecture. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the doors and stepped inside.
The Guild's main hall was spacious and busy, with adventurers lining up at various counters. Bell looked around, unsure where to go, when his gaze fell upon one of the counters and the advisor seated behind it.
Time seemed to slow as he took in the sight of her. She was an elf with long, silvery hair that cascaded down her back like a moonlit waterfall. Her blue eyes, deep as the clearest lakes, were focused on some paperwork. Her features were delicate yet defined, possessing that ethereal beauty elves were known for. But there was something more to her—a serene grace that made Bell's heart skip a beat.
Gathering his courage, Bell approached her counter, waiting patiently until she looked up from her work.
"Good afternoon," she greeted him, her voice melodious yet professionally reserved. "How may I assist you today?"
Bell found himself momentarily speechless, captivated by her eyes. "I, um—" he stuttered before collecting himself. "I'd like to register as an adventurer, please."
The elf woman nodded, reaching for a form. "Of course. My name is Sophia, and I'll be handling your registration today." She offered a small, polite smile. "Please, have a seat."
Bell sat down, his nerves buzzing with a mixture of excitement and intimidation.
"First time in Orario?" Sophia asked as she prepared the paperwork.
"Yes," Bell confirmed. "I arrived today."
"I see. And what brings you to our city? What made you decide to become an adventurer?"
Bell thought of his grandfather and his teachings. "My grandfather raised me and trained me in archery and swordsmanship. He used to tell me stories about adventurers and the Dungeon. After he passed away, I decided to come here and follow that path myself."
Sophia's expression softened slightly at his words. "I'm sorry for your loss." She then continued with the standard questions—his full name, age, place of origin, and skills.
As Bell answered, Sophia noted his responses efficiently. When they finished with the basic information, she looked up at him with those captivating blue eyes.
"Mr. Cranel, there's something important you should know," she explained. "While I can register you in our system, you cannot enter the Dungeon without a Falna—the blessing from a deity. You'll need to join a Familia first."
Bell's enthusiasm dimmed slightly. "Oh, I see. I didn't realize that."
"It's for your own safety," Sophia continued. "The Dungeon is dangerous, even on the upper floors. Without a Falna, you wouldn't stand a chance against even the weakest monsters."
Bell nodded, understanding the wisdom in her words. "Then I guess I'll need to find a Familia that will accept me."
"Indeed," Sophia agreed. "There are many Familias in Orario, each with their own focus and values. Take your time to find one that suits you."
"Thank you for your help, Miss Sophia," Bell said, standing up with renewed determination. "I'll come back once I've found a Familia."
As Bell turned to leave, Sophia called out, "Mr. Cranel?"
He looked back at her.
"Good luck," she said with a gentle smile that made her blue eyes sparkle.
Bell grinned, bowed slightly, and headed out of the Guild, his mind already racing with thoughts of which Familia he might join and how to find them.
Sophia watched the white-haired young man leave, his enthusiastic steps and the earnest expression on his face lingering in her mind. It had been a long time since she'd seen someone so genuinely excited about becoming an adventurer. Most newcomers these days were either cocky or desperate, rarely showing such pure enthusiasm.
"Another one with stars in his eyes," she murmured to herself, returning to her paperwork. She couldn't help but wonder how long those stars would last before the harsh reality of the Dungeon dimmed them. Yet something about Bell Cranel made her hope they wouldn't fade too quickly.
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Orario as Bell set out to find a Familia that would accept him. His spirits were high despite the uncertainty ahead—surely among the many gods and goddesses residing in the city, at least one would welcome a newcomer like himself.
Bell had obtained a simple map from a street vendor, who had marked several prominent Familias for him. The vendor had warned him that the more prestigious Familias rarely accepted untested adventurers, but Bell's optimism remained unshaken.
"I'll just have to prove my worth," he muttered to himself, studying the map. His first target was the Loki Familia, known for their strength and accomplishments in the Dungeon.
The Loki Familia headquarters was an impressive building, testament to their status among the city's elite. Bell approached the entrance, where two guards stood watch.
"Excuse me," Bell said, his voice betraying only a hint of nervousness. "I'd like to apply to join the Loki Familia."
The guards exchanged a look before one of them nodded. "Wait here."
After a few minutes, the guard returned with a tall, gray-haired werewolf whose sharp eyes regarded Bell with immediate disdain.
"This is the applicant," the guard informed the werewolf.
"I'm Bell Cranel," Bell introduced himself with a slight bow. "I've just arrived in Orario, and I'm looking to join a Familia to become an adventurer."
The werewolf—Bete Loga, though Bell didn't know his name—scoffed audibly. He circled Bell once, looking him up and down with increasing contempt.
"Just arrived, huh? No Falna, no experience?" Bete's lip curled into a sneer. "Listen, kid, the Loki Familia doesn't need weaklings. We're the best of the best. Come back when you've actually done something worth mentioning."
Bell's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he stood his ground. "I may not have experience in the Dungeon yet, but I'm a skilled archer and—"
"Save it," Bete cut him off with a dismissive wave. "Plenty of 'skilled archers' got themselves killed on the first floor. We don't babysit newcomers here." He turned to the guards. "See him out."
"But—" Bell started to protest.
"Beat it, rabbit," Bete growled, using the derogatory term for Bell's white hair and red eyes. "We don't need any deadweight."
Dejected but not defeated, Bell left the Loki Familia headquarters, crossing them off his list. "That's just one Familia," he told himself. "There are plenty more."
Next on his list was the Freya Familia, housed in a gleaming tower that rivaled Babel itself. Bell had heard tales of Freya's beauty and her eye for potential, and thought perhaps she might see something in him that Loki's people had missed.
The reception at Freya's tower was even colder. He barely made it past the entrance before being confronted by several members of the Familia.
"Lady Freya doesn't waste her time on just anyone," a tall man with a scar across his face informed Bell haughtily. "Especially not some country boy fresh off the farm."
"I'd like the chance to at least introduce myself," Bell insisted.
The man's eyes narrowed. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But guts aren't enough."
Before Bell could respond, he found himself hoisted up by the collar of his shirt.
"Allen doesn't like repeating himself," another member said, as the first man—apparently named Allen—carried Bell to the entrance.
"Wait, please—" Bell's plea was cut short as he was unceremoniously tossed out onto the street, landing hard on his backside.
"Don't come back until you're worth Lady Freya's attention," Allen called after him, before the doors slammed shut.
Brushing himself off, Bell sighed. Two rejections, both fairly humiliating. But he refused to let his spirits drop. "Next one," he muttered, consulting his map.
Throughout the afternoon, Bell visited Familia after Familia, each encounter ending in rejection, though none quite as rough as his experience with the Freya Familia.
The Ganesha Familia was at least polite in their dismissal.
"I'm afraid we're primarily focused on keeping the city safe," the receptionist explained kindly. "We don't do much Dungeon exploration these days. You might be better suited elsewhere, Mr. Cranel."
The Miach Familia, a small pharmaceutical group, simply couldn't afford another member. "We're struggling as it is," the blue-haired god admitted with genuine regret. "I'm sorry."
The Takemikazuchi Familia, a modest group focused on martial arts, considered him briefly before deciding they weren't accepting new members at present.
By the time evening fell, casting Orario in the golden glow of sunset, Bell had been rejected by no fewer than eight Familias. His feet ached, his spirits had finally begun to flag, and his stomach rumbled with hunger.
Sitting on the edge of a fountain in a small plaza, Bell counted the coins in his pouch. He had enough for a meal and perhaps a night at a cheap inn, but not much more. If he didn't find a Familia soon, he'd need to find other work just to survive.
"Maybe I should try again tomorrow," he sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. The excitement of the morning had been worn down by a day of rejection. "Grandfather... was it a mistake to come here?"
As the evening lamps began to flicker to life around the plaza, Bell rose to his feet, deciding to try one more Familia before calling it a day. His map showed a smaller residence not far from where he was, marked as belonging to the Hathor Familia.
"Hathor..." The name wasn't familiar to Bell from his grandfather's stories, but at this point, he was willing to try any Familia that might accept him.
Navigating the increasingly dark streets, Bell eventually found himself standing before a modestly sized but elegant house, with warm light spilling from its windows. Two guards stood at the entrance, their posture relaxed but vigilant.
Bell approached them, mustering what little confidence he had left after a day of rejection. "Good evening," he greeted the guards with a respectful bow. "My name is Bell Cranel. I was hoping to speak with someone about possibly joining the Hathor Familia."
The guards, a man and a woman both equipped with simple but well-made armor, looked at Bell with mild surprise.
"We don't get many applicants," the female guard noted. "Especially not this late in the day."
"Perhaps you should return tomorrow," the male guard suggested, not unkindly. "When Lady Hathor isn't preparing for the evening's activities."
Bell's shoulders slumped slightly. Another rejection, albeit a gentle one. "I understand. Thank you for your time—"
"Who is it, Gareth?" a melodious female voice called from inside the house.
"A young man seeking to join the Familia, my Lady," the male guard—Gareth—responded. "We were just suggesting he return tomorrow."
There was a moment of silence, then: "Let him in."
The guards exchanged a glance of surprise before stepping aside. "It seems Lady Hathor will see you after all," the female guard said, gesturing for Bell to enter.
Bell's heart leapt with renewed hope as he stepped through the doorway into a warm, inviting foyer. The interior of the house was tastefully decorated with artwork depicting scenes of music, dance, and the sun. The soft sounds of a harp being played somewhere deeper in the house created a peaceful atmosphere.
A figure emerged from one of the adjoining rooms, and Bell's eyes widened in recognition. It was the woman he had collided with that morning—the one who had directed him to the Guild. Now, seeing her in her own domain, her divine nature was unmistakable.
"You," Bell breathed, surprised.
The goddess—for he now realized that's what she was—smiled warmly. "Bell Cranel. We meet again. And under less... tumultuous circumstances, I hope." Her eyes, visible beneath her cow-shaped mask, sparkled with amusement.
Bell immediately bowed deeply. "My Lady, I had no idea you were a goddess. Please forgive my clumsiness this morning."
Hathor laughed, the sound like musical chimes. "There's nothing to forgive. But tell me, what brings you to my doorstep? I thought you would be busy exploring the Dungeon by now."
"I... I can't," Bell admitted, straightening up. "The Guild advisor—Sophia—told me I need a Falna before I can enter the Dungeon. I've been trying to join a Familia all day, but..." He trailed off, not wanting to seem like he was complaining.
"But no one would accept you," Hathor finished for him, understanding in her voice. "That must have been disheartening."
Bell nodded, unsure what to say next.
"And now you've come to me," Hathor continued, studying him with those penetrating eyes. "Tell me, Bell Cranel, why do you want to be an adventurer? What drives you?"
It was the question he had been asked multiple times that day, but something about the way Hathor asked it—with genuine interest rather than skepticism—made Bell consider his answer more carefully.
"My grandfather raised me on stories of heroes," Bell began, his voice steady despite his nerves. "He taught me to use a bow and sword, and always said I had the heart of an adventurer. When he passed away, I decided to honor his memory by becoming the kind of hero he believed I could be." He paused, then added, "I know I have much to learn, and I'm not as strong as many others. But I'm willing to work harder than anyone to prove myself worthy."
Hathor listened attentively, her expression thoughtful. When Bell finished speaking, she stepped closer to him, studying his face as if searching for something.
"Hmm," she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips. "You have honest eyes, Bell Cranel. And there's something about you... a potential that perhaps others have overlooked."
Bell held his breath, hardly daring to hope.
Hathor stepped back, her decision made. "Very well. If you truly wish it, I will accept you into my Familia."
Bell's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really? You'll accept me?"
Hathor nodded, her smile widening. "The Hathor Familia is small, but we value quality over quantity. We focus on growth, nurturing potential, and finding joy in life's journey—not just rushing to conquer the Dungeon."
"Thank you!" Bell exclaimed, overcome with gratitude. "I promise I won't let you down, Lady Hathor."
"I believe you won't," Hathor replied. "Now, come. Let me introduce you to the others, and then we can perform the ritual to bestow your Falna."
As Hathor led him deeper into the house, Bell could hardly contain his excitement. After a day of rejection, he had finally found a home in Orario—and with the very goddess who had been the first to welcome him to the city, even if unknowingly.
It felt like fate, and Bell couldn't wait to begin his adventure as the newest member of the Hathor Familia.
Hathor led Bell through the elegantly decorated hallways of the Familia home. The soft glow of magic-stone lamps illuminated paintings of sunlit landscapes and scenes of celebration, giving the entire place a warm, welcoming atmosphere.
"My Familia isn't large," Hathor explained as they walked. "But each member brings something special to our family. We focus on supporting one another and growing together, rather than just acquiring status and fame."
Bell nodded, taking in her words. It sounded different from the stories he'd heard about the more competitive Familias.
"That sounds wonderful, Lady Hathor," he replied sincerely. After the day of harsh rejections, the goddess's kind approach was a balm to his wounded spirits.
They arrived at a spacious common room where several people were gathered. Some were engaged in conversation, while others were reading or working on various tasks. All activity ceased when Hathor entered with Bell at her side.
"Everyone," Hathor announced with a warm smile, "I'd like you to meet Bell Cranel. He will be joining our Familia today."
All eyes turned to Bell, who suddenly felt self-conscious under their collective gaze. He offered a deep bow, his white hair falling forward.
"It's an honor to meet you all," he said earnestly. "Thank you for having me."
A woman stepped forward from the group. Bell's breath caught slightly as he took in her appearance. She was clearly an elf, but unlike any he had seen before. Her skin was significantly darker than the pale complexion typical of high elves like Sophia at the Guild. She wore elegant robes that seemed both practical and dignified, and her eyes held a depth of wisdom that suggested considerable experience.
"This is Nernatti," Hathor introduced her. "Captain of our Familia and a Level 5 mage."
Bell's eyes widened. Level 5 was an incredible achievement—far beyond what most adventurers ever reached. He felt equal parts intimidated and amazed to be in her presence.
Nernatti assessed Bell with a measured gaze before offering a slight nod. "Welcome, Bell Cranel. Lady Hathor sees something in you, and her judgment is rarely mistaken."
"Th-thank you, Captain," Bell managed, trying not to stammer. "I'll work hard to prove myself worthy of being here."
Hathor continued the introductions, gesturing to each member in turn.
"This is Emil, our blacksmith and a Level 3 supporter." A stout dwarf with a thick beard and calloused hands gave Bell a hearty nod.
"Lysandra, Level 2 healer." A gentle-looking human woman with light brown hair tied in a practical braid offered Bell a kind smile.
"Kiros, Level 3 warrior." A tall, muscular cat-person with tiger-like features and amber eyes assessed Bell with curiosity.
"And the twins, Ria and Rio, both Level 1 adventurers who joined us six months ago." Two identical human girls with matching auburn hair and freckles waved enthusiastically.
Bell tried to absorb all the information, committing their names and faces to memory. This was his new family—the people he would train with, fight alongside, and grow with in the days to come.
"Everyone, please make Bell feel welcome," Hathor requested. "He's new to Orario and eager to begin his journey as an adventurer."
"Where are you from, Bell?" Ria—or was it Rio?—asked excitedly.
"A small village to the north," Bell replied. "Nothing remarkable, really."
"And what brings you to Orario?" Emil the dwarf inquired, his voice gruff but not unkind.
"My grandfather raised me and taught me to use a bow and sword," Bell explained. "He always told stories of adventurers and the Dungeon. After he passed away, I decided to come here and follow that path."
A look of understanding passed between the Familia members. Many of them had likely come to Orario with similar dreams and motivations.
"Well, you're one of us now," Lysandra said warmly. "And we take care of our own."
Bell felt a swell of gratitude at their acceptance. After a day of rejection, finding such a welcoming group was more than he could have hoped for.
"Now," Hathor said, placing a gentle hand on Bell's shoulder, "let's bestow your Falna. Then you'll officially be a member of our Familia."
She led Bell to a private room adorned with symbols of the sun and music—emblems of Hathor's divine domains. A comfortable bed occupied the center of the room, with various bottles of what appeared to be sacred oils arranged on a nearby table.
"You'll need to remove your shirt and lie face down on the bed," Hathor instructed, selecting one of the bottles.
Bell complied, removing his upper garments and positioning himself as directed. The room was pleasantly warm, and he felt surprisingly at ease despite the intimate nature of the ritual.
"This may feel a bit strange at first," Hathor warned him as she uncorked the bottle. "But it's nothing to worry about."
Bell nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. This was the moment he would receive a god's blessing—the divine gift that would allow him to grow stronger and venture into the Dungeon.
He felt cool liquid drip onto his back, followed by the light touch of Hathor's fingers tracing patterns on his skin. As she worked, she began to chant softly in a language Bell didn't recognize—the divine tongue of the gods.
A gentle warmth spread across Bell's back, starting where Hathor's fingers had traced and gradually extending throughout his body. It wasn't uncomfortable—more like the feeling of stepping into sunlight after being in the shade.
After what felt like both an eternity and only a moment, the sensation subsided, and Hathor's chanting ceased.
"It is done," she announced. "You now bear my Falna, Bell Cranel. You are officially a member of the Hathor Familia."
Bell sat up, feeling somehow both exactly the same and fundamentally different. "Thank you, Lady Hathor," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't express how grateful I am."
Hathor smiled, producing a small hand mirror. "Would you like to see your Status? It's still visible while the sacred oil remains."
Bell nodded eagerly, and Hathor positioned herself to hold the mirror so he could see his back. There, etched into his skin in elegant script, was his Status:
Bell CranelLevel 1Strength: I0Endurance: I0Dexterity: I0Agility: I0Magic: I0Skills: NoneMagic: None
"As expected for a new adventurer," Hathor explained gently. "Everyone begins at the bottom. But with hard work and dedication, these numbers will grow."
Bell stared at his Status, not disappointed in the slightest. This was just the beginning of his journey. The starting point from which he would grow stronger.
"This is perfect," he said, his voice full of determination. "I'll work hard every day to improve."
Hathor seemed pleased by his reaction. "That's the right attitude. Many newcomers expect to be extraordinary from the start, but true growth takes time and effort."
As she wiped the sacred oil from his back, causing the visible Status to fade, Bell was overcome with emotion. This was really happening. He was an adventurer now, with a goddess's blessing and a Familia to call his own.
Without thinking, he turned and embraced Hathor, caught up in the moment.
"Thank you," he whispered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Thank you for believing in me when no one else would."
For a moment, Hathor seemed surprised by the sudden display of affection. Then her expression softened, and she returned the embrace, patting Bell's back gently.
"You're welcome, Bell," she replied warmly. "But remember, I merely provided the opportunity. The journey ahead is yours to make what you will of it."
Bell pulled back, slightly embarrassed by his impulsive action but too happy to truly regret it. "I understand. And I won't let you down."
Hathor smiled, her eyes twinkling beneath her mask. "I know you won't. Now, get some rest. Tomorrow, you'll need to update your registration at the Guild and then you can make your first venture into the Dungeon."
The mention of the Guild brought Sophia's face to Bell's mind—the beautiful elven advisor with silver hair and blue eyes. He would see her again tomorrow to complete his registration.
As Hathor showed him to a small but comfortable room that would be his new home, Bell could hardly contain his excitement. After all the uncertainty and rejection of the day, he had found his place in Orario—a Familia that would support him, a goddess who believed in him, and the opportunity to begin his journey as an adventurer.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
Morning light streamed through the curtains of Bell's new room, rousing him from a deep sleep. For a moment, he was disoriented, unfamiliar with his surroundings. Then the events of the previous day came rushing back—his arrival in Orario, the multiple rejections, and finally finding a home with the Hathor Familia.
He sat up quickly, excitement coursing through him. Today he would officially register as an adventurer under Lady Hathor's name, and make his first venture into the Dungeon. The thought made his heart race.
After washing up and donning his clothes, Bell secured his short sword at his hip and slung his bow and quiver across his back. He wanted to be prepared for whatever the day might bring.
Following the sounds of conversation and the enticing aroma of food, Bell made his way to the dining area. Most of the Familia members he had met yesterday were already gathered around a large table laden with breads, fruits, and various breakfast dishes.
"Good morning, Bell!" the twins—Ria and Rio—called out in cheerful unison when they spotted him.
"Did you sleep well?" Lysandra asked, offering him a seat beside her.
Bell nodded, taking the offered chair. "Very well, thank you. This is all a bit overwhelming, but in the best possible way."
Emil the dwarf chuckled, passing Bell a plate of freshly baked bread. "First day's always the strangest. Give it a week, and you'll feel like you've been here forever."
As Bell began to eat, Lady Hathor entered the room, bringing with her an aura of warmth and positivity. Everyone offered respectful greetings, which she returned with genuine affection.
"I trust you slept well, Bell?" she asked, taking her place at the head of the table.
"Yes, Lady Hathor. Thank you again for accepting me into your Familia."
Hathor smiled, her eyes kind beneath her mask. "Today is an important day for you—your first as an official adventurer. I've been thinking about how best to proceed."
She turned to Nernatti, who was quietly sipping a steaming cup of tea. "Nernatti, I'd like you to accompany Bell to the Guild this morning to complete his registration. Afterward, perhaps you could escort him to the Dungeon for his first expedition?"
The dark elf captain nodded. "Of course, Lady Hathor. It would be prudent to assess his capabilities firsthand."
Bell felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of being evaluated by the Level 5 mage. But he was determined to prove himself worthy of the Familia's acceptance.
"I won't let you down," he promised, his ruby eyes bright with determination.
"I'm sure you won't," Hathor replied. "Observe, learn, and grow—that's all we ask of you today."
The rest of breakfast passed in comfortable conversation, with various members offering Bell advice about the Dungeon's upper floors.
"The monsters on Floor 1 are mostly Goblins," Kiros explained, his cat-like eyes serious. "They're weak individually, but can be dangerous in groups."
"Watch your back," added Emil. "Even on the upper floors, getting surrounded is a good way to end up dead."
"And don't be afraid to retreat if things get too intense," Lysandra advised. "There's no shame in living to fight another day."
Bell absorbed all their advice gratefully. His grandfather had taught him much about combat, but the Dungeon would present challenges he had never faced before.
After breakfast, Bell and Nernatti prepared to depart for the Guild. As they were about to leave, Hathor approached Bell with a small pouch.
"A little something to get you started," she said, handing it to him. "For potions and any other supplies you might need."
Bell accepted the pouch with gratitude, feeling the weight of coins inside. "Thank you, Lady Hathor. I'll use it wisely."
With final farewells to the other Familia members, Bell and Nernatti set out into the streets of Orario. Walking beside the Level 5 adventurer, Bell couldn't help but notice the respectful nods and even fearful glances they received from passersby. Clearly, Nernatti's reputation preceded her.
"Lady Nernatti," Bell began, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "may I ask how long you've been with the Hathor Familia?"
The dark elf considered him with those deep, thoughtful eyes. "Since nearly the beginning," she replied. "I was among Lady Hathor's first children when she descended to our world."
Bell's eyes widened. "That must have been... a very long time ago."
A small smile tugged at Nernatti's lips. "Indeed. But when you've lived as long as elves do, time takes on a different meaning."
As they approached the Guild headquarters, Bell found himself looking for a certain silver-haired figure through the windows. His heart quickened at the thought of seeing Sophia again.
Inside, the Guild was already bustling with adventurers collecting quests, exchanging monster crystals for valis, or simply gathering information. Bell's eyes immediately sought out Sophia's counter, and he felt a surge of relief when he spotted her there, diligently working through some paperwork.
"This way," he said to Nernatti, leading her toward Sophia's station.
When they reached the counter, Bell waited patiently until Sophia looked up from her work. Her blue eyes widened slightly in recognition, and perhaps surprise.
"Good morning, Miss Sophia," Bell greeted her with a bright smile. "I've returned, as promised."
Sophia composed herself quickly, offering a professional nod. "Mr. Cranel. I see you've returned. Did you find what you were looking for?"
"I did," Bell confirmed, gesturing to Nernatti beside him. "I've been accepted into the Hathor Familia. This is Captain Nernatti."
Sophia's gaze shifted to the dark elf, and a look of recognition and respect crossed her features. "Captain Nernatti. It's an honor. The Guild holds the Hathor Familia in high regard for your consistent and safe approach to Dungeon exploration."
Nernatti inclined her head. "The Guild provides a valuable service to all adventurers. We appreciate your dedication."
Turning back to Bell, Sophia pulled out a form. "Let me update your registration, Mr. Cranel. Now that you have a Falna, you'll have access to all the services the Guild provides, including quests and entrance to the Dungeon."
As Sophia updated his information, Bell couldn't help but steal glances at her. In the morning light streaming through the Guild's windows, her silver hair seemed to shimmer, and her movements were graceful and efficient.
"Before you venture into the Dungeon for the first time," Sophia continued, "the Guild offers a brief orientation for floors 1-3. It covers basic safety protocols, monster types, and navigation. Would that be of interest to you?"
Bell looked to Nernatti, who nodded. "It would be beneficial," the captain agreed. "Even with our guidance, understanding the Guild's perspective on Dungeon safety is valuable."
"Excellent," Sophia said. "I can conduct the orientation myself, if that's acceptable?"
Nernatti studied Sophia for a moment, then made a decision. "Actually, I was wondering if you might consider becoming Bell's advisor."
Both Bell and Sophia looked surprised at the suggestion.
"His advisor?" Sophia repeated.
"Yes," Nernatti confirmed. "Every adventurer benefits from having a dedicated Guild advisor, especially one who can track their progress and provide tailored guidance. Lady Hathor mentioned you were the one who assisted Bell yesterday. Continuity would be beneficial."
Sophia hesitated, her professional demeanor wavering slightly. "I... have quite a full roster of adventurers I advise already."
Bell watched her, trying to read the emotion behind her measured response. Was it reluctance, or something else?
"But," Nernatti pressed gently, "you are among the Guild's most experienced advisors. Bell shows promise, and Lady Hathor has taken a personal interest in his development."
Sophia's eyes met Bell's, and he couldn't help the hopeful expression that crossed his face. Something about this elven woman intrigued him—perhaps her calm competence, or the occasional glimpses of warmth behind her professional façade.
"Please, Miss Sophia," Bell said. "I'd be honored to have you as my advisor."
For a moment, something softened in Sophia's blue eyes as she held Bell's gaze. Then she looked down at her paperwork, her expression returning to its professional neutrality.
"Very well," she agreed finally. "I'll serve as Mr. Cranel's advisor. The orientation will take approximately one hour. Would you like to wait, Captain Nernatti, or shall I send him to meet you afterward?"
"I'll wait," Nernatti decided. "There are some supplies I'd like to purchase for the Familia. Bell, I'll meet you at the Babel Tower entrance in one hour."
With that, the dark elf nodded respectfully to both of them and departed, her elegant robes flowing behind her.
Sophia turned to Bell. "Please follow me, Mr. Cranel. We'll conduct the orientation in one of our private rooms."
She led him through a door behind the counters and down a hallway to a small, well-lit room furnished with a table, chairs, and various maps and diagrams of the Dungeon's upper floors.
Once they were seated, Sophia's demeanor shifted subtly—still professional, but perhaps a shade warmer.
"Before we begin, Mr. Cranel, I must admit I'm somewhat surprised. The Hathor Familia is quite selective. You must have impressed Lady Hathor considerably."
Bell rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. "Honestly, I think I was just lucky. After being rejected by so many other Familias yesterday, Lady Hathor was kind enough to give me a chance."
Sophia raised an eyebrow. "Luck plays its part, but Lady Hathor isn't known for impulsive decisions." She paused, then added, "In any case, the Hathor Familia is a good place for a new adventurer. They're known for their methodical approach and emphasis on individual growth rather than rapid advancement."
Bell nodded, pleased to hear this assessment of his new family. "I already feel welcome there. Now I just need to prove myself worthy of their acceptance."
"That's a good attitude to have," Sophia acknowledged. "Now, shall we begin the orientation?"
For the next hour, Sophia thoroughly explained the basics of the Dungeon—its known history, the monster spawning mechanisms, crystal collection procedures, and detailed information about the creatures Bell might encounter on the first three floors.
Bell listened attentively, asking thoughtful questions and taking mental notes. His grandfather had told him stories of the Dungeon, but the reality was far more complex and fascinating.
"Always carry extra potions," Sophia advised, nearing the end of their session. "And never venture deeper than your abilities allow. The Dungeon becomes exponentially more dangerous with each floor you descend."
"I understand," Bell assured her. "I won't take unnecessary risks."
Sophia studied him for a moment. "Many adventurers say that, Mr. Cranel, but the allure of deeper floors—and greater rewards—can cloud judgment."
"I'll be careful," Bell promised. "And please, call me Bell."
A faint smile touched Sophia's lips. "Very well... Bell. As your advisor, I'll be tracking your progress and providing guidance when needed. Feel free to come to me with any questions about the Dungeon or your development as an adventurer."
As they concluded the orientation and prepared to part ways, Sophia handed Bell a small notebook. "For recording your experiences in the Dungeon. It can be helpful to track monster encounters and any observations you make."
"Thank you," Bell said, genuinely touched by the thoughtful gesture.
At the Guild's entrance, as Bell prepared to leave to meet Nernatti, Sophia called after him.
"Bell?"
He turned back to her.
"Be careful today," she said, her blue eyes holding a sincerity that transcended her usual professional demeanor. "Even the upper floors can be dangerous for newcomers."
Bell smiled, warmed by her concern. "I will. Thank you, Sophia."
With that, he headed toward Babel Tower, the massive structure built atop the Dungeon's entrance. His heart was racing with anticipation of his first adventure, but also with the pleasant memory of Sophia's parting words.
The Babel Tower loomed over Central Park, its impossibly tall structure reaching toward the heavens. At its base, a steady stream of adventurers came and went through the entrance to the Dungeon below.
Bell found Nernatti waiting exactly where she had said she would be, her calm presence a stark contrast to the bustling activity around her.
"Your orientation was informative?" she inquired as Bell approached.
"Very," he confirmed. "Sophia—Miss Sophia—was thorough in her explanations."
Nernatti nodded approvingly. "Good. Guild orientations can't prepare you for everything, but they provide a solid foundation." She gestured toward the entrance. "Are you ready for your first expedition into the Dungeon?"
Bell took a deep breath, his hand instinctively touching the hilt of his sword. "I am."
"Then let us proceed. We'll stay on the first floor today—a simple exploration to assess your abilities and familiarize you with the environment."
Together, they joined the flow of adventurers entering Babel Tower and making their way down to the Dungeon's entrance. As they descended the stairs, the air grew cooler and damper, filled with an earthy scent that was both ancient and alive.
When they reached the actual entrance to the Dungeon—a massive opening in the earth—Bell paused, taking in the sight. Beyond lay a vast cavern with crystal formations that emitted a soft, bluish light.
"The first floor," Nernatti explained, "is the most stable and well-mapped of all Dungeon floors. It's designed specifically for new adventurers to gain experience safely... relatively speaking."
Bell nodded, his eyes scanning the environment ahead. "What should I expect to encounter?"
"Primarily Goblins," Nernatti replied. "Small, humanoid monsters with minimal intelligence but aggressive tendencies. Occasionally a Kobold, slightly stronger but manageable. Both drop magic stones that can be exchanged for valis at the Guild."
With a final reassuring nod from Nernatti, Bell stepped into the Dungeon proper, officially beginning his career as an adventurer. The dark elf followed a few paces behind, observing but allowing Bell to take the lead.
The cavern opened into a network of tunnels and more spacious chambers, all illuminated by the strange, natural light of the crystal formations. Bell moved cautiously, all his senses alert, just as his grandfather had taught him during their hunting expeditions.
It wasn't long before they encountered their first monster. A rustle from a side passage caused Bell to freeze, his hand moving to his bow. A moment later, a Goblin emerged—small, with greenish skin and feral eyes.
The creature spotted them immediately and charged with a guttural cry.
In one fluid motion, Bell nocked an arrow and drew his bow. The movement was so practiced and natural it appeared almost effortless. He released the arrow with a controlled exhale, sending it straight through the Goblin's chest. The monster stumbled, then burst into ash, leaving behind a small magic stone.
Nernatti's eyebrows rose slightly, the only indication of her surprise at Bell's proficiency.
"Well done," she commented as Bell retrieved the magic stone and placed it in his pouch. "Your form with the bow is excellent. Your grandfather taught you well."
Bell smiled at the praise. "He was insistent on proper technique. We hunted for most of our food, so accuracy was important."
As they continued deeper into the first floor, they encountered more Goblins, sometimes individually and occasionally in groups of two or three. Bell demonstrated consistent skill with his bow, taking down distant targets with remarkable precision.
When a group of three Goblins ambushed them from multiple directions, Bell smoothly transitioned from bow to sword, his movements quick and decisive. His swordsmanship wasn't as refined as his archery, but it was certainly above average for a novice adventurer.
After dispatching the group and collecting their magic stones, Bell turned to find Nernatti studying him with open curiosity.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, catching his breath.
"Not at all," she replied. "I'm simply... reassessing my initial impression of you. Your grandfather didn't just teach you basics—he trained you thoroughly. Your combat skills are unusually refined for someone who has never entered the Dungeon before."
Bell sheathed his sword, a hint of sadness crossing his features. "He always said I needed to be prepared. That one day I'd venture beyond our village and face challenges greater than forest game." He looked around at the Dungeon walls. "I suppose this is what he meant."
Nernatti nodded thoughtfully. "His foresight has served you well. Most new adventurers struggle significantly with their first monster encounters. You've handled yours with remarkable composure."
They continued their exploration for another hour, with Bell gaining confidence and familiarity with the Dungeon environment. His pouch grew heavy with magic stones—a modest but respectable haul for a first expedition.
Finally, Nernatti signaled that it was time to return to the surface. "This has been a productive first outing," she said as they made their way back toward the entrance. "You've demonstrated solid fundamentals that we can build upon."
Bell beamed at the approval from the experienced captain. "Thank you for accompanying me, Lady Nernatti. Having your guidance made this far less intimidating."
As they ascended the stairs back to Babel Tower and emerged into the daylight, Bell couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face. He had done it—he had ventured into the Dungeon and returned victorious, however modest the victory might be.
His journey as an adventurer had truly begun.
The sun was beginning to set as Bell and Nernatti returned to the Hathor Familia home. The day's adventures had left Bell tired but exhilarated, his pouch heavy with magic stones from his first expedition into the Dungeon.
As they entered, several Familia members greeted them, curious about Bell's initial foray into the underground labyrinth.
"How did it go?" Ria and Rio asked in unison, practically bouncing with excitement.
"Did you fight any monsters?" Kiros inquired, his feline eyes gleaming with interest.
Bell smiled, overwhelmed but pleased by their enthusiasm. "It went well, I think. Mostly Goblins on the first floor—nothing too challenging, but a good start."
"Our new member handled himself admirably," Nernatti added, her measured praise causing the others to look at Bell with renewed interest. It was clear that compliments from the stoic captain were rare.
Emil clapped Bell on the shoulder with a heavy hand. "Well done, lad! We'll make a proper adventurer of you yet."
Before Bell could respond, Lysandra gestured toward a side room. "Lady Hathor has been waiting for your return. She's in her study."
Nernatti nodded. "I'll report to her now. Bell, why don't you get cleaned up before dinner? It will be served shortly."
As Bell headed to his room to freshen up, Nernatti made her way to Hathor's private study. She knocked gently on the ornate wooden door.
"Enter," came Hathor's melodious voice from within.
The dark elf captain stepped inside, finding her goddess seated by a window, the golden light of sunset illuminating her features. Hathor looked up from the book she had been reading, a warm smile appearing on her lips.
"Nernatti. You've returned with our newest member. How did he fare?"
Nernatti closed the door behind her and approached, her expression thoughtful. "Lady Hathor, I must admit I was surprised. Bell Cranel is... not what I expected."
Hathor tilted her head, curious. "Oh? In what way?"
"His combat skills are remarkably refined for a newcomer," Nernatti explained. "His archery, in particular, is exceptional—precise, efficient, with almost instinctive timing. His swordsmanship, while less polished, is still above average for his experience level."
"Interesting," Hathor murmured. "His grandfather trained him well, it seems."
"Indeed," Nernatti agreed. "Most new adventurers freeze or panic during their first monster encounters. Bell approached each situation with surprising composure."
Hathor's eyes sparkled with something like vindication. "I sensed there was something special about him when we first met. A certain quality that's difficult to define but impossible to ignore."
"He collected a respectable number of magic stones for a first expedition," Nernatti continued. "And he listens well, absorbs information quickly. With proper guidance, I believe he could progress rapidly."
"Then we shall provide that guidance," Hathor decided. "Have you arranged for a Guild advisor?"
"Yes. The elven woman he met yesterday—Sophia. She seemed reluctant at first but agreed to take him on."
A knowing smile curved Hathor's lips. "Sophia is one of the Guild's most capable advisors, though she keeps a distance from most adventurers these days. Her caution is understandable, given her history."
Nernatti nodded, aware of the stories about Sophia's previous advisees and their unfortunate fates. "She conducted his orientation thoroughly. I believe she'll be a good match for him, professionally speaking."
"And perhaps more than professionally, in time," Hathor mused, her expression turning mischievous. As the goddess of love, she often noticed potential connections that others missed.
Nernatti raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on her goddess's observation. "I recommend we continue with standard training protocols but accelerate them if he demonstrates continued aptitude."
"Agreed," Hathor said, rising from her seat. "Now, let's join the others for dinner. I'm eager to hear Bell's own account of his adventure."
The dining room was filled with warm light and lively conversation when Bell entered, freshly washed and wearing clean clothes. The Familia members were already gathered around the large table, and a place had been saved for him between Lysandra and one of the twins.
"There he is, our newest adventurer!" Emil called out, raising a mug in Bell's direction.
Bell smiled shyly as he took his seat, still adjusting to being part of such a warm, familial group. Lady Hathor sat at the head of the table, her presence both regal and nurturing.
"Bell," she greeted him with a kind smile. "Nernatti has given me her report of your first expedition. I'd love to hear your impressions as well."
As plates were filled and food was passed around, Bell recounted his experiences in the Dungeon—the strange, otherworldly environment, his encounters with the Goblins, and the thrill of collecting his first magic stones.
"It was amazing," he concluded, his ruby eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Different from what I imagined, but also familiar in some ways. The hunting skills my grandfather taught me translated well to fighting monsters."
"Your grandfather sounds like a remarkable man," Hathor observed. "He prepared you thoroughly for this path."
Bell nodded, a touch of sadness crossing his features. "He was. I wish he could see me now, following the dreams he helped inspire."
"Perhaps he can," Hathor suggested gently. "The humans have their ways of watching over those they care about, even after leaving for the heavens."
The conversation flowed naturally throughout the meal, with various Familia members sharing stories of their own first expeditions or offering additional advice for Bell's future ventures into the Dungeon.
As the meal drew to a close, Hathor addressed Bell again. "In our Familia, we believe in tracking progress carefully. I update everyone's Status after each Dungeon expedition, no matter how brief. Even small changes can be significant indicators of growth."
"That makes sense," Bell agreed, remembering what Sophia had explained about the importance of monitoring Status development.
"Once you've finished eating, we'll perform your first update," Hathor continued. "Then you can exchange your magic stones at the Guild tomorrow morning."
After dinner, Bell followed Hathor to the same private room where she had bestowed his Falna the previous evening. Once again, he removed his shirt and lay face down on the bed as Hathor prepared the sacred oils.
"This will only take a moment," she assured him, carefully applying the oil to his back to reveal the Status etched there by her divine power.
Bell felt the now-familiar sensation of warmth spreading across his skin as Hathor examined the mystical text, occasionally making soft sounds of interest.
"As expected for a first expedition," she said after a few minutes, "your parameters have increased modestly but noticeably."
"May I see?" Bell asked, his voice eager.
Hathor held up the mirror so Bell could view his updated Status:
Bell CranelLevel 1Strength: I12Endurance: I15Dexterity: I19Agility: I18Magic: I0Skills: NoneMagic: None
"The increases reflect your actions in the Dungeon," Hathor explained. "Your dexterity and agility show the highest improvement, likely due to your proficiency with the bow and your movement during combat."
Bell nodded, studying the numbers with fascination. "So this is how I grow stronger..."
"Yes," Hathor confirmed. "Each challenge you overcome, each monster you defeat—they all contribute to your development. With time and effort, these numbers will rise, eventually leading to a Level up when you achieve a significant feat."
As Hathor wiped away the sacred oil, causing the Status to fade from view, Bell sat up, his mind full of questions.
"Lady Hathor," he began hesitantly, "may I ask you something personal?"
The goddess looked at him with mild surprise. "Of course, Bell. What would you like to know?"
Bell gestured toward the cow-shaped mask that covered the upper half of her face. "I was wondering... why do you wear that mask? The other gods I've seen in Orario don't conceal their faces."
Hathor touched the mask lightly, a small smile playing on her lips. "Ah, this. It's a reminder of my true form in the heavens. Gods often choose to manifest certain aspects of their divine nature even in human form." She tilted her head curiously. "Does it make you uncomfortable?"
"Not at all," Bell assured her quickly. "I was just curious. It's... it's beautiful, actually. It suits you."
Hathor laughed softly, the sound like music. "Why, thank you, Bell. Most gods discard as many reminders of the heavens as possible when they come to the lower world, seeking new experiences. I prefer to keep this small connection to my divine heritage."
They continued talking as Bell put his shirt back on, discussing the day's events in more detail. Bell described his impression of the Guild and his orientation with Sophia, while Hathor offered insights about Dungeon exploration and the community of adventurers in Orario.
As the evening grew late, Hathor eventually rose from her seat. "You should rest, Bell. Tomorrow brings new challenges and opportunities."
Bell nodded, suddenly aware of how tired his body felt after the day's exertions. "Thank you for everything, Lady Hathor."
"Sleep well," the goddess replied with maternal warmth. "I look forward to watching your growth in the days to come."
Bell made his way back to his room, his mind replaying the events of these past two extraordinary days. From his arrival in Orario to joining the Hathor Familia, meeting Sophia, and venturing into the Dungeon for the first time—it was almost overwhelming how quickly his life had changed.
As he lay in bed, his thoughts drifted to what tomorrow might bring. More exploration of the Dungeon, perhaps. Another meeting with Sophia at the Guild. New challenges to overcome and skills to develop.
With these pleasant thoughts swirling in his mind, Bell drifted into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of adventures yet to come and the new family that had welcomed him with open arms.
His journey as an adventurer had only just begun, but already Bell Cranel knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.