The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

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The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

Episode 48: A Sense of Foreboding Trouble

The next day, Fiera and I finished our preparations and headed to the Adventurers’ Guild in the morning.

The Adventurers’ Guild in Minerva was simple in design compared to others, built with white walls and open windows, creating a refreshing atmosphere.

(The sea breeze feels nice.)

As I stepped inside, the place was bustling with activity, with many adventurers gathered around the request board.

“The vibe isn’t bad.”

“Yeah. Seems like there’s no one here trying to pick on us like before.”

True to Fiera’s words, unlike the Adventurers’ Guild in Adonia, there were no drunks drinking during the day, and everyone seemed focused on selecting their requests.

We passed by the request board filled with adventurers and made our way to the reception.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes? How can I help you?”

“I’d like permission to explore the dungeon in this town.”

“Certainly. Which dungeon would you like to pursue?”

In Minerva, there were two dungeons: one was a C Rank dungeon, and the other an A Rank dungeon.

The C Rank dungeon was a short walk from the gate and had a grassy terrain inside. The monsters that appeared were cow-shaped and bird-shaped monsters, with a depth of 20 floors.

The A Rank dungeon, on the other hand, required a boat to access. This A Rank dungeon had a unique entrance located on the seabed.

Although the entrance area was covered by a barrier magic that prevented seawater from entering, adventurers needed permission from the Adventurers’ Guild to pass through it.

Inside, the layout resembled a cave with numerous water features, filled mostly with water-based fish monsters and giant squid—creatures that thrive in the sea.

The dungeon had 30 floors, which was shallower compared to the Valentine Duchy’s Icy Fake, but it was significantly wider.

“I’ll go for the A Rank dungeon, please.”

“Got it. A Rank dungeon ‘Underwater Dwelling,’ right? Please show me your guild card.”

Following her direction, Fiera and I placed our guild cards on the table. The woman who took them looked astonished, comparing the card to us.

“W-wait, an S Rank adventurer? At such a young age…”

It was no surprise she was shocked since there had hardly been anyone our age who achieved S Rank in the past.

“Thank you. But could you please proceed with the paperwork?”

“Oh! Right, I’m sorry about that.”

The woman quickly regained her composure and held our guild cards up to a special magical tool dedicated to registering dungeon permissions.

“All done! Now, let me explain how to get to the dungeon.

To reach the A Rank dungeon ‘Underwater Dwelling,’ you can only take the boat from the nearby port, which is a short walk from here.

There’s one boat leaving at 9 AM and another at noon, with return boats at 1 PM and 4 PM. There’s a clock tower at the town center, so you can check the time easily.

Additionally, there are inns and stalls within the dungeon’s barrier, so you don’t have to worry even if you plan to explore for a few days.

However, do note that prices for lodging and goods are higher than usual, so please keep that in mind.”

“Got it. Thank you!”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all. Have a safe trip!”

After thanking the reception lady for her thorough explanation, we headed to the clock tower at the town center to check the time.

Given that it was the center of the town, it was bustling with people, making it a bit difficult to navigate, but the clock tower was tall enough to see the time from a distance.

“There it is. It’s around 10:30; that means we have about an hour and a half until the 12 o’clock boat.”

“We still have time before departure. What should we do?”

“Well…”

As I pondered how to kill time, I suddenly remembered that our food supply had significantly decreased over the past few days.

“Let’s go buy some food.”

“Food?”

“Yeah. Some idiot’s been munching away without a care, and we’re almost out.”

That “some idiot” was none other than Shuvina, and Fiera, sensing this, surprisingly smiled a bit.

“Well then, we’d better stock up again.”

“Stock up?”

“I have a feeling we’ll run into Shuvina again.”

(No way!)

Hearing Fiera’s words made me mutter to myself. Her intuition was usually spot-on, and just thinking about seeing Shuvina again made me feel mentally exhausted.

“Fufu. That’s why we need to buy plenty.”

Saying this, Fiera turned on her heel and walked toward a nearby stall.

I let out a sigh and moved my somewhat heavy feet to follow her.

After finishing our shopping, we finally arrived at the dock to board the boat for the dungeon.

“Tickets for the A Rank dungeon! The ‘Underwater Dwelling’ tickets are being sold here! There’s still time, so don’t rush and line up properly!”

A staff member, likely from the Adventurers’ Guild, was shouting about the boat tickets, and we walked over to get in line.

After standing in line for a bit, a man suddenly cut in from the side.

“…Hey.”

“Huh? What’s up, kid?”

When I addressed the man, he turned around, glaring at me.

“We were in line first! Why the hell are you cutting in?”

“Cutting in? You kids can’t possibly enter an A Rank dungeon. It’d be a waste of time, so just scram.”

The guy said that without even moving from the line while glaring at me. Then, three women, who looked like they were his companions, approached him.

“Rigul. What are you doing?”

“Getting into trouble?”

“Come on, hurry up!”

“Yeah, Merida, Helen, Gizelle. This kid’s got the audacity to claim I’m cutting in line.”

“Oh, is that right? Little boy, this isn’t a place for kids like you. You should return home.”

The one who spoke was a magician called Merida, characterized by her distinctive red hair.

“Waste of time. You all should go home.”

With a blank expression, the green-haired woman, Helen, who was sporting a bow on her back, urged us to leave, and she kind of reminded me of Fiera.

“Exactly. We hate wasting time. So you’ll give us your spot, right?”

The arrogant one, Gizelle, had black hair and looked like a scout with a dagger at her waist and light armor.

While I pondered how to deal with this, the man, Rigul, whistled at Fiera.

“Wow. You’re super cute. Why don’t you ditch that guy and join my party? We’re an A Rank party. We got skills and cash, you know? What do you say? You’ll definitely come with us, right?”

(An A Rank party, huh? We’re headed to the A Rank dungeon; that’s a given.)

As I thought this, the man named Rigul licked his lips, closing in on Fiera with a sleazy expression, trying to put his arm around her.

However, Fiera mercilessly slapped his arm away and glared at him as if he were filth.

“Don’t touch me. I have no interest in you. Besides, El is overwhelmingly stronger, so shut up, weakling.”

Not expecting to be rejected, the guy wore a mildly foolish expression. The other adventurers around us began to chuckle at Rigul’s situation.

Outraged by the reactions around him and Fiera’s attitude, Rigul’s face turned beet red, and he yelled angrily.

“You little brat! Don’t get cocky!”

Just as Rigul was about to swing at Fiera out of sheer emotion, a guild staff member, having heard the commotion, rushed over.

“What’s going on here?!”

The staff member gathered the details from the surrounding crowd, firmly ordered Rigul and his group to join the end of the line, and when they complained, waved the threat of rank demotion at them, making them reluctantly queue up at the back.

However, as Rigul walked away, he continued glaring at us until the last moment, and I had a feeling that trouble was about to arise.