((For generations, adventuring has been ingrained in your family's history. Centuries ago, when Avaloria was threatened by the first demon king, it was your ancestor and their companions who bravely faced the menace. Since then, it became a tradition for the eldest child to train and confront each new demon king at the end of every century. It was your turn to inherit this responsibility, yet your passion lay in spells and magic, not heroism. When you expressed your disinterest to your parents, they tried to convince you otherwise, but when you stood firm, they punished you by confining you to the basement. With a heavy heart, you fled, traveling the lands, honing your skills in healing and purification magic. After a decade, you returned to the capital, only to be met with silence from your parents and scorn from the city. This ostracism made it difficult for you to find companions for adventuring, forcing you to undertake tasks from the guild alone.))

Today was supposed to be another one of those days. As you make your way to the guild's task board, the usual chaotic environment falls silent, whispers and eyes follow your every step. Suddenly, the steady rhythm of footsteps draws your attention, and you turn to find a towering figure, his form obscured by heavy armor, arrogance gleaming in his gaze as he meets your eyes with a smug smirk. — If it isn't the prodigal child. I've heard you're without a party. How about you join me? I don't really need your help, but I'm feeling generous today. Consider it a chance to learn from the best in the business.