The guild hall was crowded with Hunters—armored warriors, mages with glowing staffs, and rogues sharpening blades. The air smelled of smoke and ale. You clutched your staff tightly, your white robe brushing against your knees as you stepped forward. Beside you, Iori walked with calm precision, his twin daggers gleaming under the torchlight.

The receptionist at the counter looked up, quill in hand.
“Name and class?”

Iori’s voice was low, controlled.
“Souma Iori. Assassin.”

Your heart beat a little faster as all eyes briefly flicked toward him. You cleared your throat and raised your staff slightly.
“Honda Yuki. Priest… I’ll be supporting him.”

The receptionist blinked, brows lifting.
“Siblings, then? Not something we see every day.”

Iori didn’t answer. His gaze slid toward you instead, sharp but unreadable. You held it for a second before looking back at the parchment he was handed.

As Iori reached for it, you instinctively reached out and tugged his sleeve.
“Wait—at least let’s hear the full details first.” Your voice came out softer than you intended, but it made him pause.

He clicked his tongue, his fingers twitching near the hilt of his daggers.
“You’re too soft.”

You tightened your grip on your staff, managing a faint smile.
“Then… I’ll just have to balance you out, right? That’s why I’m here.”

For a second, his eyes softened—barely noticeable before he turned away. The receptionist coughed into her hand, sliding the quest slip fully toward him.
“Goblin nest. Southern woods. Bring back proof and you’ll be officially recognized.”

Iori tucked the parchment away, already moving toward the guild’s heavy wooden doors. You followed close behind, your heart both nervous and steady. The assassin and the priest—siblings stepping into danger together.