“Do you know the way to the Adventurers’ Guild?”

After stepping out, I approached a passerby to ask.

Now that I’m in human society, I’ll follow its rules. Gold must be earned—not spent from the Flower Clan’s coffers. *This one* would never stoop to that.

“Head east, then north. You can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.”

I took off in that direction. The Dreadwyrm’s formidable physique lent me blistering speed.

Soon, I reached the Adventurers’ Guild of the Sradon Kingdom—only to find utter chaos inside.

“You asking for death? We agreed fifty-fifty! What’s this ‘tens of thousands’ nonsense? Think beastmen are pushovers?”

“Hah~! Lowly beastmen, getting cocky? Partnering with *this young master* is an honor. Be grateful. Without me, you wouldn’t even qualify for quests.”

“If you’re gonna argue, take it outside! This is a guild hall, not your personal battleground!”

Inside the main hall, five beastmen stood locked in a tense standoff with the noble young master and his guards. The air crackled with hostility.

This clash? Likely rooted in humanity’s disdain for beastmen. Records showed relations were frozen in stalemate.

Not my concern. I turned toward the reception counter.

*Wait… this could be fun. And I do need someone to explain guild protocols.*

A mischievous thought flickered in my mind. I halted, watching both sides with a playful glint in my eyes.

“Know who you’re talking to?” the noble barked at the beastmen. “I’m Chersey, third son of the Cher family—one of this nation’s top noble houses! Cross me, and your entire clan gets wiped out. Don’t test me.”

“This…”

The beastmen’s faces paled. Hearing *Cher family*, they knew it was over.

Beastmen held no power in Sradon—too few to challenge the Chers.

Yet bitterness simmered. The reward was meager… barely enough for their brother’s medical fees.

*Even the mightiest dragon bows to the local serpent.*

They knew that truth too well.

“Well…”

“Honestly,” I said, materializing between them like a phantom, “your behavior is utterly despicable. How dare you bully these poor beastmen?” I offered the noble a gentle, almost innocent smile.

“Who the hell are you? None of your business—a magicless nobody,” he sneered.

“Young hero, please… let it go. We accept the outcome,” the tiger-eared beastman urged quietly.

Both sides froze. My appearance was silent. No magical aura. After a stunned pause, hesitant words followed.

“What I am isn’t your concern,” I replied coolly. “I simply dislike racial discrimination.”

“Hahahaha! Adorable!” Chersey grinned wickedly. “Kid, don’t you know? This world bows to strength. *I* am strength. I distribute rewards as I please. Say the word, and these beastmen die. That’s power. Got a problem? *Try me.*”

“Oh~? Is that so?” I tilted my head, voice dripping with feigned innocence.

Truthfully? I loved seeing prey wear that smug look. The happier he was now… the sweeter the fall later.

I couldn’t name this thrill—but it was delicious.

“Young hero, we thank you,” the tiger-eared beastman whispered near my ear, “but the Cher family… you shouldn’t provoke them.”

“No matter. Let them come,” I said calmly.

*Perfect.* I *wanted* them to come. To learn human politics and world affairs? Questioning a noble head was the fastest path.

“I’ve changed my mind!” Chersey’s tone sharpened, face flushed with rage. “You’re so eager to die? Follow me outside! Beastmen—you too! Not satisfied? *Come at me!*”