The receptionist's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh? So you do not even know if you have any abilities or elemental power? Deception, perhaps? Let's see."
She stepped forward, holding a small, glowing crystal.
"This will only check your elemental skill, nothing else."
She placed it on the counter. "There are different elements: wind, water, fire, earth, and healing. The crystal will glow depending on your element. Place your palm on it."
Lucivar stepped forward and lowered his hand.
The crystal flared, bright red and almost blinding.
"Wow, incredible!" Jorah exclaimed.
"It is glowing so brightly," Volric added.
The small crowd of guild members clapped quietly.
"You have fire," the receptionist said, impressed. "See how it glows? That means you are capable of using it."
Lucivar tilted his head, calm. "I see."
Jorah leaned closer. "Now try this. Close your eyes and visualize fire."
Some adventurers muttered behind them. "Who is this guy?"
"I do not like him."
Lucivar shut his eyes. Fire, he thought.
Nothing happened. No sparks. No flame.
He opened his eyes slowly.
"It did not work," the receptionist said, frowning.
"But that only means one thing," Jorah added. "With someone who has this much mana, it is normal sometimes for their power to be restrained. Do not worry. Maybe it is a seal or something else. Come back later, and we will see if it changes."
Lucivar nodded once.
"Understood," he said calmly.
"Alright," Jorah said, clapping his hands. "Let's move."
The party left the Adventurers' Guild and headed to a small tavern nearby.
Wooden beams creaked as they entered. Soon, plates of steaming food were set before them. Each had a massive slab of meat and a tall mug of frothy beer.
Jorah raised his cup. "Finally."
Lucivar studied his plate. The smell made his stomach rumble faintly.
This looks surprisingly good.
"I have not eaten in a while," he admitted quietly.
The tavern patrons glanced at him, curious. He is different.
He picked up a piece of meat and took a careful bite.
Lucivar devoured his meal at an astonishing pace, chewing and swallowing so fast that the others paused, staring in surprise.
"Well, excuse my manners," he said casually, noticing their stares.
They laughed lightly.
He lifted his mug of beer and took a long sip.
"Huh, this taste is new," he murmured, savoring it.
Then he set the mug down and looked at the group.
"Tell me about that Holy Knight," he said, his crimson eyes sharp. "Who is he, and why did he threaten you?"
Jorah exhaled, leaning back in his chair.
"The Holy Knights are extremely dangerous," he began. "This one, Zephros, he does not hesitate to punish people, even for the smallest mistakes. Normal citizens, commoners, they can be killed just for looking at him the wrong way. He does things most of us would not even dare imagine. And yet, his official duty is to serve and protect the people."
Lucivar tilted his head slightly.
"But even so," Jorah continued, "he is arrogant and overconfident. He is not the kind to tolerate people who refuse him or question him."
Lucivar's gaze remained steady.
"And why does he want you to join him?"
Jorah's expression hardened.
"To be honest, Zephros was close to me once. We grew up together as childhood friends. But something changed. By the time he was fourteen, he joined the Holy Knights. He rose quickly, and with it, he changed. Not for the better."
He clenched his fists briefly.
"After I built my own name as an adventurer, he wanted me to join him, to serve under him. I refused many times. This last encounter was the final chance he gave me. I do not know his full plan, but I will not join those sinful people. They may call themselves Holy Knights, but I can say with full confidence they are some of the most corrupt and dangerous people alive."
"Really? Is that so?" Lucivar said quietly. "Let's put that aside for now."
He glanced at Jorah. "They said I have an element and that there might be a reason I cannot use it yet. They mentioned giving me something. What was that?"
Jorah nodded. "There are people whose blessings are chained for one reason or another. Sometimes from birth. They need a catalyst to release it."
Lucivar absorbed the words in silence.
Merilda suddenly clapped her hands.
"Alright, enough of all this serious talk. Is it not time we relaxed?" she said with a grin. "Let's have fun."
Jorah laughed. "I agree, but not until we pass out."
Merilda raised her mug. "Fine. But we are drinking properly."
"Cheers!"
Their mugs clashed together, the sound ringing through the tavern as laughter followed. The tension melted away, replaced by warmth, noise, and the simple comfort of shared victory.
Lucivar watched the scene quietly, crimson eyes reflecting the firelight.
So this is how humans celebrate.