Eidar and the adventurer team "Guard" turned around in mild confusion when they heard a voice from behind.
The four adventurers beside him had already noticed the newcomer earlier, but they ignored him at first, assuming he was just passing by.
Unexpectedly, Saelran walked straight toward them.
All four members of the team fixed their eyes on him, studying him closely.
They had just received a quest, and although the chances of someone attacking their client inside the Adventurer Guild were extremely low, vigilance was still necessary.
"You?" Eidar's bright blue eyes widened in surprise as he recognized Saelran, the person he had met earlier on the street.
Black hair was a rare color in this kingdom. It was almost impossible not to notice him.
"Thank you for the water pouch," Saelran said softly with a gentle smile.
"No need to be so formal. I'm glad I could help," Eidar replied awkwardly, his gaze shifting to the water pouch hanging from Saelran's waist. He scratched his head in mild embarrassment.
Saelran greeted Eidar, then turned to the four adventurers beside him. "Excuse me, I overheard your conversation. You're heading to Antara, right? Would you allow me to join your escort?"
His words instantly stirred the group.
Eidar hesitated. Personally, he had no objections, but his grandfather's approval was still necessary.
Meanwhile, the four adventurers showed no change in their expressions. Their blank faces said everything. Saelran had expected this reaction. He knew well that his role did not naturally fit into a four-person adventurer formation.
"What I said earlier was abrupt," Saelran continued calmly. "However..."
He paused for a moment, then raised his hand.
"Minor Healing."
A gentle white light blossomed from his palm, radiating soft warmth.
The four adventurers, who had previously maintained flat expressions, suddenly brightened. Their eyes widened in astonishment as they stared at Saelran.
"A faith-based magic caster?" one of them muttered in disbelief.
Saelran's sudden display of healing magic immediately caught the attention of many adventurers inside the guild hall.
In Oblivion Gate, Jobs were generally divided into two major categories: warriors and Magic Caster.
Warriors included fighters, defenders, archers, rogues, and similar roles.
Spellcasters were divided into four branches: magic, faith, spirit, and miscellaneous.
In this world, those who possessed healing abilities were typically considered faith-based magic caster.
Unlike in the game, being an adventurer here was extremely dangerous. Almost every mission involved battles. Once injured, even slightly, if not treated immediately, wounds could become fatal or even lead to amputation.
This was why adventurers, regardless of their finances, always carried healing potions despite their high price.
Of course, having a magic caster who could use healing magic not only reduced expenditure, but dramatically improved a team's survival rate.
However, faith-based magic caster were far rarer than elemental-based magic casters.
In the game, all magic consumed MP.
But here, with many game elements manifesting as reality, things were not so simple. Just as martial arts techniques required focus, faith-based spellcasters were heavily influenced by mental discipline.
Thus...
Whenever a priest or cleric appeared, they were immediately recruited by strong adventurer teams. Weaker teams did not even qualify to extend an invitation.
Unaware of the astonished reactions around him, Saelran casually drew the short sword hanging at his waist.
"I have also learned some sword techniques, so I will not slow you down," Saelran said as he lightly spun the short sword between his fingers.
The blade moved with familiar ease in his hand, as if it belonged there.
In truth, before watching the Royal Tournament, Saelran had been quite clumsy with short swords.
After all, he had never trained with a blade in his previous life.
But after acquiring the Sword Saint Job, an indescribable familiarity with the sword had taken root in him, as though he had practiced for years.
The others observing him saw his smooth sword-handling and immediately understood that Saelran had mastered at least some form of combat technique.
After finishing his short demonstration, Saelran sheathed his sword neatly and looked toward Eidar and the others.
Seeing the surprised and pleased expressions on the four adventurers' faces, Saelran let out a quiet breath of relief.
This adventurer team seemed reasonable.
"Amazing!" Eidar exclaimed, unable to hide his excitement. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he looked at Saelran.
He had never expected that the person he casually helped earlier would turn out to be a faith-type magic caster with healing abilities.
And apparently, he also possessed surprisingly skilled swordsmanship.
Was this what people called a genius?
Judging by Saelran's appearance alone, no one would have guessed.
Grandfather had been right.
Just like herbs, you could not judge a book by its cover.
At that moment, the captain of the adventurer team stepped forward.
He was a blond-haired man, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with lightly curled stubble on his lips and chin. His demeanor was cheerful and open.
He wore layered armor on his upper body, a type of light armor, while his lower body was left unprotected. Two long swords hung at his hips.
Saelran guessed that he was likely a light warrior.
"My name is Dalron, and these three are my comrades and members of our adventurer team," the captain introduced himself with a friendly smile.
"Name's Belnar."
"I'm Leron."
"Rann."
The three introduced themselves one by one.
Saelran glanced at them. They all appeared to be around the same age. Although none stated their Job, their equipment made it obvious that this team had neither healers nor magic caster.
Leron and Rann looked remarkably alike, both with bright blond hair, likely twins, each carrying a silver shield on their left arm.
The last one, Belnar, was an archer.
"Our adventurer team is called Guard, and as the name suggests, we specialize in defensive combat," Dalron explained proudly.
He not only introduced his members, but even eagerly explained their team's strengths to Saelran.
Even Eidar, their client, had not received this level of enthusiasm.
Saelran, of course, understood the reason.
"My name is Sael," he said with a polite nod.
"We have no objections," Dalron replied with a grin before glancing toward Eidar.
Clearly, he meant: as long as the client agreed, they would be more than happy to accept.