That Time I Got Turn Easier Than Expected!

Aoto and Audrey walked together toward the Adventurer’s Guild. The road wasn’t too long, but it wasn’t exactly close either. As they strolled down the cobbled path, the afternoon sun ward their backs, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the trees.

They chatted along the way—nothing too serious. Audrey asked a few silly questions, like whether nobles bathed in gold water or if swords could be sharpened by wind. Aoto, of course, didn’t give her any real answers. He chuckled a little but kept things about himself quiet. He didn’t want to reveal too much.

As they walked, Audrey’s eyes slowly shifted to Aoto’s right arm. More specifically, to the strange wooden stick that was wrapped tightly around it with cloth strips.

She blinked and tilted her head. “Why do you have a stick on your arm when you have a sword?” she asked with childlike curiosity.

Aoto glanced at her, then looked away and smiled faintly. “You wouldn’t understand… You just wouldn’t understand,” he said dramatically.

Before she could ask more, Aoto looked forward—and there it was.

They had arrived at the Adventurer’s Guild.

The building wasn’t huge, but it was bigger than most houses around. A wide two-story wooden structure stood proudly at the end of the street, with a hanging sign above the door showing a sword and shield crossed behind a golden star.

They stepped through the wooden doors and entered the guild’s ground floor.

Inside, it looked more like a tavern than anything else. There were long wooden tables and chairs where adventurers sat, eating, drinking, and chatting. The sll of roasted at and ale filled the air. Laughter and clinking mugs echoed around the room.

To the side, there was a small shop with shelves of food and bottles—clearly offering snacks and drinks at cheaper prices for guild mbers. Right up front was a counter area, where the receptionists stood and helped people with missions, questions, and requests.

As Aoto and Audrey stepped in, many adventurers glanced in their direction.

Most of the stares were directed at Audrey, likely because of her clean village robes and her innocent, wide-eyed expression. But no one said anything. The people inside were professionals, adventurers, or rcenaries—they might’ve been rough, but they weren’t fools. Harassing a woman inside the guild was a big no. No one wanted to be banned or punished.

In fact, most of them were already distracted.

Their attention was focused on a scene happening at the front desk.

A short girl with sky-blue hair and soft blue eyes stood by the receptionist. Her tiny figure looked like a child’s, but the two fluffy cat-like ears on her head and the fluffy tail twitching behind her made it clear—she was a beastkin.

She was standing on her tiptoes, struggling to et the eyes of the female receptionist on the other side of the tall counter.

The receptionist had an uncomfortable smile and spoke in a polite but helpless tone.

“Ms. Veldia, this is the Adventurer’s Guild, not a police station. We’re not required to take on every citizen’s request. If no adventurer is willing to accept your mission… then either raise the reward or give up.”

The little girl—Veldia—slamd her small hands on the counter.

“Why should I give up?! Does no one here have a heart?! The police aren’t helping, that’s why I ca here!”

Her voice trembled a bit—not with fear, but with frustration.

“Our village is already poor! We don’t have much! Most of our food and goods were stolen, and we have nothing left!” she said with watery eyes, her tail drooping behind her.

So people nearby turned their heads away, feeling awkward. No one wanted to look at the crying girl.

Aoto and Audrey stood silently, watching the scene unfold. Audrey’s eyes filled with worry and sympathy, while Aoto crossed his arms, a serious look on his face.

“…Should we do sothing?” Audrey whispered.

“Nope. I’m already doing two side quests. A third one will just make things worse,” Aoto said quickly, waving his hand as if to push the thought away.

“Huh? What?” Audrey blinked, clearly confused.

“Uh… nothing,” Aoto said, realizing his mistake. “I just ant—don’t you have to go to Freysac Village? If you’re late, soone else might beco the nun instead of you.”

Audrey’s eyes lit up with fire. “No! That’s exactly why I want to be the nun! To make others jealous! To hell with them!”

Aoto let out a long sigh. He knew arguing with her would go nowhere. “Alright, alright. Let’s go then,” he said, raising his hands in defeat.

Together, they walked toward the sky-blue-haired girl, who was still arguing with the receptionist.

Aoto stepped forward first, his tone casual and a bit lazy. “Hey there, little girl. What’s the problem?”

Veldia whipped her head around with a sharp glare in her eyes. “Little girl?!” she growled. “Listen, tall boy, I’m not a kid! I’m sixteen! I’m already an adult!”

Here, sixteen was considered adult. So technically, she wasn’t lying. But with her tiny fra, fluffy cat ears, and that twitching tail behind her, it was really hard to take her seriously.

Aoto gave a dry, awkward laugh, trying not to say what was on his mind.

"Only sixteen? Damn, I can’t even molest her!"… he thought silently.

But Veldia squinted at him with suspicion.

“Hey! You were thinking sothing dirty, weren’t you?! I can see it! Your eyes are full of filth, lust, and greed!” she shouted, pointing a small but accusing finger at him.

Aoto blinked in shock. “She is exposing !