In the Guild Master's private office, which was a study of dark mahogany. The walls were adorned with maps of ancient campaigns and portraits of legendary adventurers, whose stoic gazes seemed to observe. The air, in contrast to the sand and sweat of the training hall, was dry and smelled of old ink.

"... I regret having to ask this of you so soon."

There, in the center of the room, a heavy oak table separated the factions.

"... But you have to leave."

Behind it, the Guild Master sat with his shoulders slumped, lowering his head in apology.

"...."

"...."

"..."

Hearing that, the adventurers in front of him maintained a silence that stretched until it became unbearable.

"Um... I think I misheard..."

Blinking incredulously in denial after hearing the news, Mireya's figure asked, sitting with his usual unconcern.

Mireya tilted his head, his shoulder-length silver hair falling to the side due to the action, and his white eyes moving in total confusion.

"I regret this, but I must ask you to leave this town."

In response, the Guild Master repeated his words, his voice low and bowing his head in a gesture of deep apology.

"Are you kicking us out of the Guild?!"

Then Mireya, finally reacting to the words, stood up abruptly, accidentally hitting the chair.

"No! Please, listen. The reality is different."

But the Guild Master immediately raised his head, waving his hand in denial, his tired eyes fixed on the three adventurers.

"There are three primary reasons why you must leave the town, immediately."

The Guild Master exhaled slowly, as if the air itself weighed upon him.

"The first: The town will not withstand any more of the current kind of situations. The destruction of the Forest of Laments, the crater, that... that fissure in the sky... It is clear that this town will not survive any more of this kind of cataclysmic destruction."

The Master raised his index finger, his expression becoming severe and exhausted. His gaze grew more intense, specifically boring into Mireya.

"Ugh..."

Who immediately looked away, sweating profusely while avoiding eye contact.

"I'm sorry about that!!"

His usual cheekiness vanished in the face of palpable guilt.

"Continuing, the second reason: Thanks to all this, your group has attracted the 'interest' of all sorts of problematic 'people'."

But ignoring the apology, the Master continued, raising his second finger.

"Not just mercenaries or bounty hunters; I speak of agents from rival kingdoms, cults who see a prophecy in the fissure, and even Church investigators drawn by the resulting chaos."

"Even in other worlds this kind of thing happens..."

"To evade that attention, you must remain in constant motion!"

Finally, after saying that, the Guild Master raised three fingers in the air, and his expression softened, but it filled with a more personal concern.

"And the third reason... Is because of his situation."

And unexpectedly, the Guild Master pointed his finger at Shija.

"....."

However, in response, Shija remained motionless, sitting with a stillness that contrasted with his previous attitude.

(I already suspected it.)

His composure was absolute, but beneath the surface, a quiet new determination simmered, reflecting his recent collapse and his renewed promise.

(He looks completely different from the last time.)

He remained motionless, sitting with an unwavering stillness, wearing the traditional uniform of the Kyōgetsu Style, the attire that symbolized the respected legacy inherited from his Mistress.

"Shija was a Rank C adventurer with exceptional skill, and the last disciple of the Kyōgetsu Style."

Seeing Shija's unwavering gaze, the Guild Master nodded, his face adopting a calm expression.

"But your Mistress, whom you respect so much, has recently made sure to give that lineage a very bad reputation. After joining the invaders from another world who call themselves Dominion-H, dedicating her time to defaming the Kyōgetsu Style, promoting a vulgar and indecent version which she calls the Kyōgeteross."

The Master emphasized the name of the style, letting out an exhausted sigh.

"Due to that direct connection, and the recent attention you all have generated, you are now under suspicion by both the Guild and others."

After saying that, the Guild Master's gaze then shifted to the woman sitting next to Shija.

"W-what's wrong?"

Then the Master's gaze settled on Boudica, the rescued woman. She flinched slightly in her chair, and her posture, which was previously tense, became visibly more fearful and cowardly.

"Miss Boudica is, or rather was, a Rank S adventurer, whose nickname, The Mountain Breaker, was granted in recognition of her achievements."

The Master then paused to emphasize the contrast.

"However, you disappeared for a while only to reappear having lost your memory, being defeated and enslaved by simple bandits. Attracting quite a lot of attention on its own."

The Master's gaze moved, listing the factors.

"And now, this Rank S heroine, who has lost her memory and pride, has joined a newly formed group of Rank C novice adventurers, among whom is Shija, who is under investigation due to the suspicion of his possible connection to Dominion-H..."

The Guild Master shook his head.

"... That, added to how the Mountain Breaker now acts as a fawning subordinate to the last case, and the most extravagant one present."

Finally, the Guild Master pointed to Mireya, who was sitting in modern sportswear, sweating and still avoiding the stern gaze.

"And then there's you..."

"Whew, whewww~"

"...."

The Guild Master then finally allowed himself a gesture of perplexity upon seeing Mireya still whistling without looking at him.

"... Your case is the most singular among the rest. Despite investigating all the Guild records and despite all the information we have searched for... the only thing we know about you is that you are a Rank C adventurer with overwhelming power who appeared out of nowhere."

"Ahahaha~..."

Hearing that, Mireya rubbed his head, letting out an uncomfortable laugh that sounded forced in the silent office, still avoiding the Master's gaze.

"Due to all these factors..."

Then the Guild Master leaned back in his chair, his voice becoming firm and conclusive.

"... The only viable option to safeguard this town and Guild is for you to maintain your activities as a group of wandering adventurers."

"Wandering...?"

"Exactly!"

Thus, the Guild Master closed his eyes briefly before reopening them.

"Travel constantly. Move without stopping. In that way, you will manage to disperse the focus and the suspicions of the problematic 'people' who have their sights set on you."

"Excuse me, but... Will this somehow affect our rank advancement or the missions we can choose?"

Upon hearing that, Shija, who had remained stoic during the exposition of his turbulent connection to Dominion-H, finally spoke, his voice firm and concise.

"There is no problem with that. Although I am only the Guild Master of this town, I affirm to you that every city or town has other guilds led by capable people, for the most part. Therefore, the fulfillment of your missions to advance in rank will not be affected at all."

The Guild Master smiled weakly, appreciating the seriousness of the question before pausing and returning to his heavy, almost pleading expression.

"I only ask for one single favor, and that is that 'someone' doesn't continue creating massive destruction in their wake."

"Ahahaha~..."

And in response to that plea, Mireya, still with the uncomfortable laugh fading into the silence, simply lowered his gaze without saying anything else.

"... I promise nothing."