Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 358 Identity Revealed

As he said this, his grandmother interjected, "Honey... we get how you feel, but--"

She was suddenly cut off, "No, you don't, grandmother. Orua has been missing for six months. I've known her since I was five years of age... you don't understand how I feel, not being able to talk to her for so long."

His grandmother couldn't say anything back.

"Damn it... he has gone from a normal civilian, who many would consider a peasant, to the most well-respected student of the great Anaviotis, at least in terms of strength. What in the world would he think of your pity?"

At that moment, Hyst's father spoke up, "That's enough, Hyst! Mind your tone, boy! That is your mother you're speaking to."

At that moment, Hyst abruptly turned and walked out of the room, "Feelings are hurt far less than lives. I just hope she is alive till today." 

He spoke as he walked out...

Hyst's father turned to his wife, "You truly are a brazen woman... I should have looked past your beauty when marrying you, maybe I would have found the imbecile within."

He exclaimed, also walking out, as his father chuckled in the corner.

"Ah... what an interesting group of people that have come from my own balls." He spoke.

"Don't be so rash, Lord Jiva! My children are here!" Hyst's mom exclaimed, closing the ears of the two next to her.

As the grandfather also got up to leave, he teased, "Oh trust me, they've heard of the concept by now. Especially the old one. You can't shelter them from the world forever... soon they will bite you in the ass because of that very reason."

He exclaimed as he exited the room with a chuckle.

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"I'll have to revisit their house later on for more information, but right now I should do immediately important stuff. Number one on that list is... eating some damn food."

Lyrian's stomach grumbled as he made his way back to the Rocks Adventurer's Tavern. 

As he entered it again, he took a second to note just how big it really was inside. He hadn't really noticed before as other things were on his mind.

'It's a tavern, so there must also be rooms available for rent. Before that though, I'll eat.'

As he sat down on one of the empty tables, a waiter soon arrived to him--walking hastily around the busy establishment.

"What would you like to have... uh, sir?" The waiter hesitated slightly, as Lyrian still had his hood on.

"Give me a bunch of the best you have," Lyrian stated, his voice squeaker than a normal person's.

'Is it a woman?' The waiter mused as he heard Lyrian's voice.

Lyrian also mused, 'Damn... it seems having this hood on at all times will be quite the hassle.' 

At that moment, he looked out of the window as the waiter left his table.

He saw from the corner of his eye a rather large building, one that looked oddly similar to the adventurers guild building in Illstria.

To his surprise, the sign on the entrance was also one very similar to what he remembered.

The building stood tall, adorned with intricate carvings at the entrance that depicted mythical creatures and heroes from legends.

An emblem at the entrance marked a sword crossing a shimmering wand, symbolizing the unification of physical combat and magical prowess.

There was no doubt about it... that was the adventurers guild.

At that moment, Lyrian took off his hood, "Good thing I found it." He murmured under his breath. "I have to join it here if I want to pass this mission, and for that, my identity will have to be revealed. So, while in normal daylight, I suppose it won't be that big of a deal to reveal my identity."

He faced the tavern once again, looking away from the window, as gaped mouths and astonished, puzzled faces made contact with his.

Half were shocked at seeing his face, and the other half were still trying to figure out whether it was really him or not.

'It will be a bit of a drag to deal with this crap, but hopefully I'll get used to it. If I don't want extra attention, I can wear the hood at any time...' He justified it to himself, as the waiter returned with a single food item in his hand.

It was a place of rice with vegetable soup on the side.

The waiter placed the food down on the table, a bewildered look on his face.

"Th-Theageld?" He exclaimed, but Lyrian wasn't paying attention to that.

Instead, he looked at the food, "What the hell is this?" His brows furrowed, as his stomach grumbled.

"Oh... I didn't think you would eat that much as your stature was quite short."

"What? Go grab me some real food!"

Lyrian wanted to insult the man but withheld himself. He didn't want to be too emotional, according to Ephiras Varant's teachings.

Still, he couldn't help but have his merits thrown off course when he was hungry or annoyed.

Soon enough, the waiter arrived back at his table with a trolley full of the most delicious, wholesome foods.

Lyrian could smell it as it came from the kitchen.

The savory, rich flavor of the fried chicken. The wafting fresh aroma of the baked bread. The alluring smell of the meat soup, and more awaited him.

As he got his food, Lyrian didn't waste any time in beginning to chow down.

As a result of this, many, those that could notice him from where they sat that is, stared at him eat.

So did a group of sketchy-looking men, who sat a few tables away from him.

As they looked at him, they joked amongst themselves.

"Who cares if he's from Anaviotis, he clearly hasn't learned jack shit about the real word. Fucking peasant..."

One laughed, as another exclaimed slightly louder, "Yeah... he's just a kid anyways. A kid that probably got too lucky to be where he's at. What the fuck does he need so much respect for?"

Another one added, even louder this time--enough for many around them to hear, "I respect only strength. If that little shit can beat me, I will cut my balls off and become a eunuch!"

At that moment, Lyrian stopped chewing.

"The flavor has suddenly disappeared." He mumbled under his breath.