In Orario, nearly every god has their own Familia.
The level of a Familia is determined by factors such as member count, individual strength, finances, and influence.
Except for one particularly unique chief god.
Namely, the great god Ouranos.
As the first god to bring the Divine Blessing to the lower world, the organization he oversees known as the "Guild," serves as the administrative body of the dungeon city.
Its full name is the Adventurer's Guild.
The Guild manages most matters in Orario related to gods and their Familias, from the establishment of Familias to the registration of their members.
It is also the Guild that imposes penalties on Familias that violate the rules.
Additionally, the spoils obtained by adventurers from defeating monsters during their adventures are traded at the exchange office here.
The currency within the dungeon city is known as valis.
Even the Hephaestus Familia could not match the Guild in financial power.
The gap between the two is comparable to that of a state-owned enterprise and a national bank.
Today, Noah finally arrived at the Guild.
Unlike ordinary Familias, the members of the Hephaestus Familia are all extremely busy and would not go all out to throw a banquet just because a new member joined.
With an endless backlog of orders, holding a banquet for every newcomer would not only incur significant expenses but also take up a great deal of time.
Smaller Familias or elite-focused ones like the Loki Familia likely have dedicated personnel to accompany newcomers during registration.
No one accompanied Noah, but he didn't feel the slightest dissatisfaction.
In fact, he preferred it this way.
"Welcome to the Adventurer's Guild, um... Mr. Pallum adventurer?"
'Alright.'
He was mistaken for a Pallum again!
Noah sat down in the chair with a sigh, only to realize something awkward.
Since most adventurers who came to conduct business stood, he found himself just a bit too short to comfortably reach the counter while seated.
"Oh my, my apologies. Please follow me over here instead."
The Guild's receptionists were all young and beautiful women.
After all, they had to face adventurers from various Familias every day, and the quality of the receptionists, to some extent, represented the Guild's public image.
Noah followed her to the reception area.
The chairs here were more comfortable and the height difference was more reasonably designed.
"How may I assist you today...?"
"I'm here to register my Familia information."
"I see. In that case, please fill in the blank sections of this form with your information."
"Mm."
Noah took the form, but before he could even look at it, the entire content of the paper had already been read into his mind.
The 'Truth Seeker' effect had been triggered.
By appraising the form, Noah had already grasped all the information on it.
At the same time, it seemed that because he had accidentally touched the young woman's hand, a stream of private information about her personal emotions had been unintentionally appraised as well.
"Misha Flott"
-Intern at the Adventurer's Guild, assigned to the receptionist position.
-Broke up with her boyfriend just three days ago, currently in a state like a volcano ready to erupt.
-It's that time of the month today
'Oh hell nah.'
Noah's expression darkened involuntarily.
The pink-haired young lady before him was simply carrying too many buffs.
The pinker the hair, the fiercer the rage!
He really wanted to ask for a different receptionist right now.
'Gulp.'
With a nervous heart, Noah filled out all the information and handed the form back to the seemingly dormant volcano with both hands.
He even added a compliment.
"Um, thank you for your help. You've worked hard."
"Not at all, it's my duty." Misha Flott took the form and looked down to review it.
'Hmm, the name is Noah.'
'Race is... huh? Human?'
'Not a Pallum?'
'Then his age, eh?'
'Nine years old?'
'He's already registered as an adventurer at such a young age? Could it be that his famila is in some kind of trouble, forcing him to take such a risk?'
'Really, which Familia is so irresponsible, letting such a young child... huh?'
'HUUUHHH――!!!???'
"Hephaestus Familia!?"
Misha stared in shock at the neatly written characters on the form, double-checking repeatedly.
That's the Hephaestus Familia we're talking about!
How on earth did such a young child manage to join them?
Wait, more importantly...
Isn't this a super promising prospect?
Could he be another genius like the one from the Loki Familia?
The one who rose from Level 1 to Level 2 in just a year, the holder of Orario's fastest level-up record: Ais Wallenstein.
And this boy in front of her also came from one of Orario's most famous super Familias, so he must be a dazzling person, like a comet soaring across the sky!
'Building a good relationship with someone like this now would definitely be a huge win!'
Unaware of Misha's extensive inner monologue, Noah asked directly.
"May I go now?"
Last night, the chef uncle had introduced him to a part-time job.
He had come to the Guild early today to register precisely to ensure he could arrive on time and avoid being late.
"Do you have something important to attend to next?"
"Yes."
"Then we'll wrap up here. But don't forget, if you have any questions later, you can always come to me."
"Thank you, Miss Misha."
Noah stood up and left.
Meanwhile, after a brief moment of daze, Misha realized something.
"Huh, did I forget to introduce myself earlier?"
Usually, adventurers just called her "hey" or "oi," so it felt quite novel to suddenly hear someone call her by her name.
But she was sure she hadn't introduced herself yet—how did he already know her name?
"How strange..."
...
After leaving the Guild, Noah followed the address given by the head chef and found the recommended place in an inconspicuous corner of Adventurer Street.
It was a blacksmith shop.
Without even a signboard.
A furnace stood at the entrance, but no one was in sight.
"Hello, I'm Noah from the Hephaestus Familia. I was referred here by a companion for work."
Noah called out several times into the blacksmith shop but received no response.
"Is anyone here?"
Seeing that no one answered, he ventured inside to look for someone but still found nothing.
Strange.
The address and time were both correct.
Could it be that the blacksmith had to step out for an emergency?
Noah was feeling troubled.
Just then, a customer arrived at the blacksmith shop's entrance.
"Hey, is the blacksmith in? I'm here to pick up the sword I left for maintenance."