Central Britannia.
Later that night, far from the castle, Urue Everhour sat atop a three-storey building. He's voice trembled like that of a crying child.
"…Did I make the right decision?"
It's too late to turn back now, there is no point in thinking of it, no one could return time even the supreme beings don't have such a method. Words once spoken could never be taken back for that is the power and meaning hidden in words.
Footsteps approached.
Urue Everhour turned sharply.
A young man stood there blue eyes, dark yellow hair, wearing a blue sweater and black trousers.
"What do you want?" Urue Everhour demanded. "Who are you?"
The stranger smirked.
"So you're Leywin Loid the noble whose spirit core never awakened. Rumor says your brother stole it before you were born."
Urue Everhour gazed at him with curiosity.
"Say whatever you want," Urue Everhour said, "but answer my question."
The stranger laughed.
"My apologies. My name is Lionel Mordred. I'm a raider."
He extended his hand.
"My party is called Dragon's Breath. We're all orphans. No homes, no titles—just strength."
Lionel smiled.
"Come join my party."
He didn't give Leywin time to think or consider the request. "What's your decision," he asked softly,
"Mr. Free Man?"
Urue Everhour stared at Lionel hand his face was expressionless.
Urue Everhour stared at the hand extended toward him.
For a brief moment, the cold night air felt heavy against my chest. In a single evening, Urue Everhour had lost everything he once had his home, my title. To be honest he doesn't know what to do, he does not even have food to eat more like his life have paused but now he was given an opportunity.
Urue Everhour laughed.
At first, it was quiet—shaky and unsure. But soon, it grew louder, echoing into the night.
"I think I'll join you," I said. "Since I'm homeless now… just like you guys."
Lionel blinked in surprise—then grinned.
"Good answer," he said. "From now on consider yourself one of us we will treat you like family and we expect the same from you."
Lionel turned and waved his hand. Several figure appeared in the rooftop all wearing black suits.
"I'll introduce you to the rest of the group."
He pointed to the boy standing beside him, faint flames flickering around his fingers.
The boy's hair was short and light yellow, like sunlight caught at dawn. His eyes were pale blue, cold and clear, and his nose was small and well-shaped. He was fair-skinned, slim and tall, though not overly so, his height nearly the same as Leywin's. At a glance, it was easy to tell he was younger, yet his expression carried none of a youth's softness. There was a sharp, distant coldness in his gaze, as though emotion had been sealed away long ago.
"This is Reinhard Mordred, my younger brother."
Reinhard nodded silently.
"Bro," Lionel continued, clapping a hand on my shoulder, "this is Leywin Loid."
A broad-shouldered young man stepped forward, carrying a massive pack on his back.
The man was muscular and have dark skin but not too dark, with a well-built physique. His hair was short, black, and neatly cut close to his head. He had large eyes and a broad nose, and a clear expression of happiness and joy was written across his face.
"This is Malcolm Reynolds," Lionel said.
Malcolm Reynolds smiled warmly.
"Nice to meet you." He said.
Lionel gestured toward the others.
"Cedrick Henry, Margaret Rowan, and Elaine Edmund."
The three of them waved thier hands at Leywin with friendly smiles.
Cedric had fair skin, and there was not a single strand of hair on his head. His eyebrows were completely shaved, and there was no hair anywhere on his body. He had large blue eyes and a small nose. His expression was calm, revealing no emotion on the surface.
Margaret had a pleasing appearance. Her skin was fair, her eyes were small, and her nose was well-shaped. Her lips were pink, tender, and soft. Her height was average compared to the people of Britannia, and she was neither too slim nor too heavy her figure was well-balanced and graceful. Her earrings were white, sparkling like finely cut gems.
Elaine was beautiful. Her skin was fair, and her eyes were like purple jewels not too dark, not too light. Her nose was small, as were her ears. Her lips were painted purple, and her earrings matched in color, small yet elegant.
Cedric cast a transportation spell.
The ground trembled, then slowly split apart as magic essence poured forth in a steady stream. It flowed from Cedric's black staff, a wooden shaft crowned with a single orb at its tip. The essence surged toward the opening in the earth, filling it again and again.
After several minutes, the violent flow settled. The opening stabilized, and a dark blue light began to form like a water in a bowl.
Cedric spoke in a calm but urgent tone.
"It's ready. Let's go now, before the spell destabilizes."
One by one, the members of Dragon's Breath leapt onto the teleportation circle without hesitation, their figures swallowed by the dark blue light.
Urue Everhour expression tightened. Worry flickered across his face as he stood at the edge of the circle, hesitating for a brief moment.
Then he clenched his jaw and entered the teleportation circle.
Central Britain, Raiders Guild.
The building itself was massive constructed from dark gray stone blocks stacked with precise craftsmanship. Tall pillars framed the entrance, each carved with worn reliefs of warriors, beasts, and crossed weapons. Above the wide double doors, a large iron emblem was embedded into the stone: two crossed blades over a shield.
The doors were always open because the guild has never taken a break since the first opening.
The street leading to the guild was never quiet weather it was day or night, it was one of the most busiest city in Britannia.
Wide stone paving stretched in both directions, polished smooth by countless boots, carts, and carriage wheels. The stones were uneven in color some darkened by old stains, others freshly replaced giving the road a rugged, lived-in appearance.
Noise filled the air.
Boots struck stone in rapid rhythm. Wheels creaked under the weight of loaded carts. Voices overlapped endlessly arguing, laughing, shouting, bargaining.
Merchants lined both sides of the street, their stalls packed tightly together. Wooden tables displayed weapons wrapped in cloth, bundles of dried rations, coils of rope, metal tools, and worn leather gear. Hanging signs swung above shop entrances, creaking softly in the breeze.
Some buildings were two stories tall, others three, their upper floors leaning slightly forward as if crowding the street below. Windows were open, curtains fluttering, and from above came the sounds of conversation, laughter, and the clatter of dishes.
A lot of people passed by. Raiders were the most noticeable.
Men and women wearing worn armor, patched cloaks, and heavy boots passed by in groups. Some looked confident and relaxed, others exhausted and injured. Bandages wrapped arms and heads. Dried blood stained sleeves. Their weapons swords, axes, spears were strapped to their backs or dragged slightly against the ground.
Some Raiders argued loudly about reward splits. Others laughed, slapping each other on the back. A few sat on crates near the guild entrance, eating hurried meals or sharpening blades.
Nobles were rare but when they appeared, they stood out immediately. Well-dressed men and women in fine coats and polished boots walked with guarded expressions, often escorted by guards. They avoided eye contact with the Raiders and commoners, moving quickly through the crowd.
Common townsfolk filled the rest of the street: Shopkeepers calling out to customers, children darting between adults before being yanked back by anxious parents, carriages rolled past at a slow pace, drivers shouting warnings as pedestrians jumped aside. Some carriages stopped briefly near the guild, allowing cloaked figures to step down before disappearing inside.
Right before the doors, the street grew even more chaotic.
A large notice board stood to the side, covered in layered papers some freshly nailed, others torn and weathered. People gathered around it constantly, pointing, arguing, ripping down old notices and replacing them with new ones.
Two guards stood near the entrance not ceremonial, but practical. Their armor was plain, their expressions sharp. They watched the crowd carefully, hands resting near their weapons, ready to step in if a fight broke out.
Occasionally, raised voices turned into shoving. When that happened, nearby Raiders either backed away or gathered closer, eager to watch.
Inside the open doors, shadows shifted constantly as people entered and exited. The sound of the street spilled into the building and mixed with voices from within, making it impossible to tell where the noise truly began or ended.
A sudden water splash echoed across the street.
It was sharp and unnatural, cutting through the constant noise outside the Raiders' Guild.
People nearby instinctively turned their heads.
In front of the guild neither too close nor too far from the entrance the stone-paved road rippled as if it had turned into water. The solid ground distorted, trembling in widening circles, and from its center a hole made of dark blue light welled upward, flowing like liquid pulled from beneath the world itself.
Another splash rang out.
Then another.
Figures began to rise from the hole.
One by one, several individuals emerged from the dark blue hole.
Water-like ripples spread across the stone beneath their feet before slowly fading, leaving the road intact dry, solid, and unchanged, as if nothing unnatural had occurred at all.
The light dimmed.
The last figure stepped forward.
With a soft, final splash, the dark blue glow collapsed inward and vanished, leaving only stunned silence behind.
The teleportation circle transport all of them to Raider's Guild. As soon as they appeared in Raider's Guild Margaret gaze turned toward Urue Everhour.
Margaret walked closer to Urue Everhour and start's explaining with her hands.
She said, her voice calm but firm, "I know you must be anxious about the crowd, but things like this happen every day. Where do you think we are? We're in the Central of Britannia no place is as busy as here."
Her gaze swept over the bustling street. Merchants shouted over one another, peddling spices, textiles, and trinkets. Carts rattled along the cobblestones, drawn by sturdy horses whose hooves clattered in rhythm with the chatter of citizens. Children darted between legs, weaving through the tide of people, while town criers called out the latest news and announcements.
The buildings pressed close together, a mix of narrow, timber-framed houses and broader stone storefronts. Bright awnings shaded busy windows, and the scent of baked bread mingled with roasted meat and the tang of horse stables. Every corner seemed alive a constant flow of movement, noise, and color that marked the heart of Britannia's trade and culture.
"Here," she continued, "you will see scenes like this every single day. So, don't be startled. Watch and learn if there is any problem don't be shy to ask me for advice."
Even as she spoke, a cart laden with barrels nearly toppled, sending a clatter of wood and iron across the street, only to be steadied by the agile hands of a passing merchant. Life in the Central of Britannia moved fast, and it waited for no one.
"To raid a dungeon," she explained, "you need a team of five or more raiders each with a role. A healer, supporter, spell caster, long-range offender, and a short-range offender."
She pointed to each member as she spoke.
"I'm the healer, Elaine is our long-range offender, Cedrick is our spell caster defense, transportation and others, Lionel handles close combat."
She patted Malcolm's shoulder.
"Malcolm is our carriage. His spirit core allows him to store massive amounts of supplies."
Finally, she glanced at Reinhard.
"And Reinhard's spirit core is Eternal Flames blue flames that causes damage that cannot be healed."
Urue Everhour swallowed.
That's… terrifying.
Raider's Guild is one of business center own by the royal family of Britainna it is a place where Raider usually registered and get thier licence without theses licence they cannot participate in Raides. While Raiders are group of people who risk thier life to participate in raids for wealth and fame.
"So, Leywin," she asked casually, "what are your abilities? I am curious i would like to know."
Urue Everhour hesitated.
My abilities…
A thought flickered in Leywin's mind. I can't exactly say my spirit core hasn't awakened yet…
If he admitted the truth, the others especially seasoned Raiders would certainly look down on him. They'd treat him like a liability, an untested or expired asset. It was better if only the captain knew his true state.
Sometimes, an incomplete truth is safer than a full disclosure, he reasoned. And a truth carefully combined with a lie? That can be far more effective than either alone.
He straightened his posture, his voice steady, betraying none of the unease within. "I'm a close-range offender," Urue Everhour said calmly, masking the uncertainty swirling beneath his words.
Margaret shut her mouth as a small smile spread across her face, eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Urue Everhour continued, keeping his tone calm and even.
"That's fine for now. We can talk more later. If you're curious about my abilities, just ask the captain."
Margaret simply nodded, saying nothing, though her expression hinted that she was already weighing his words carefully.