We have been walking for about half an hour and Jacob still seems to be just fine walking around with a wyvern on his back. I kind of feel bad for lying about the space left in my space magic but Jacob won’t believe my age so I have no reason to help him out.

Morrigan is the only person in the group who respects me but I will put up with it to learn a bit about adventurers.

Nearing the city gates everyone who is waiting in line clears a path for us. I am not sure whether they just don’t want to be near the wyvern hauling macho man who always looks like he will kill you on the spot or if the group is just respected. I hope it is the latter. I have a feeling it is not though.

Even the city guards don’t ask for any identification from him.

I think I should make my persona an angry person too. It seems very convenient.

Ok, furrow my eyebrows, scowl, stand up tall and look down on everyone around me, and make fists with my hands.

The looking down on people isn’t working.

“Shiro you look so cute when you are upset! Do you want some candy to cheer up?” Asks Morrigan.

Eh!? I looked cute? But I got candy out of the deal so maybe it isn’t so bad.

“Yes, please Morrigan!”

“Fufufu, here you go.” Says Morrigan as she pulls a lollipop out of who knows where and puts it in my mouth.

The gatekeepers all watch this interaction with a smile on their mouths as we walk by. They are eyeing Morrigan!

“Morrigan is mine!” I proclaim as I grab her hand while I stick my tounge out at the gatekeepers.

“Ara!” Exclaims Morrigan.

Eh!? What did I just say? What was I thinking? I shouldn’t feel attachment I am a dungeon core. Wait, I am an arch fairy right now not a dungeon core I guess I can.

Morrigan then grabs my hand and starts running towards the adventurer guild. She doesn’t seem to have much of a value of companionship for anyone but me. Poor Jacob, he deserves to carry the wyvern though. Eek! He is scowling at me now. I must have been showing what I was thinking on my face there when I stuck my tongue out. I swear it was an accident.

Once we get to the adventurer guild Morrigan slams the door open and shouts,

“Gab! I brought a cute new recruit!”

The burly men are all giving me looks of sympathy what is going on?

The lady Morrigan referred to as Gab comes running out from behind the registration counter.

“She is so cute Morrigan! What a good find! Hi little cutie my name is Gabriella but you can call me Gab! Come right this way and we can get you registered as a junior adventurer.”

“Hold up I am 19 I want to be a real adventurer.”

Wahhh, what is up with this doubting look I am getting from Gab.

“Being a junior adventurer is a good thing you won’t even need to hunt monsters as a junior adventurer.” Says Gab.

She is looking down on me!

“I killed the wyvern Jacob is bringing though.”

“She did Shiro is so cute, isn't she!” Says Morrigan.

“Her name is Shiro? That is cute. It sounds like a name from your country.” Says Gab.

Hold up what does being cute have to do with killing monsters!?

My name was Japanese in my old world is there a country that speaks Japanese here?

Now that I think of it I have been speaking English this whole time. Maybe other people reincarnated here before me. Or maybe they were summoned here as a hero and got everything handed to them on a silver platter. I will have to consult the all knowing, for the most part, Fairy Archives.

Umm. So apparently hero summoning was pretty standard in the past. Around 1000 years ago they stopped doing it because the Dwarves couldn’t build the summoning device for them anymore. Serves them right for kicking the Dwarves out. It is surprising the whole world adapted to the heros’ languages though. I guess they were really important.

Arriving at the counter I have to get on the tip of my toes to look over the counter. Who designed this? They must have been tall…

Gab puts an orb out and say,

“This is an appraisal orb it will tell us your name, age, and if you have a criminal record.”

I’m safe! Now they will finally believe I am 19 years old.

I reach my nads up onto the edge of the table where Gab put the appraisal orb.

The orb flashes white for a brief second and then goes back to being transparent.

“Shiro your magic color is white just like your hair!” Exclaims Morrigan.

I guess that is cool. I guess I should check what that actually means with the Fairy Archives. The color of the magic changes how concentrated the mana in your body is. Apparently humans are normally grey, dragons are pitch black, and fairies are pure white. It is a dead give away!

It is supporting to know that dragons possess no magic though. I guess I will check this with the Fairy Archive as well.

There are two types of dragons apparently, Kirans and Dragons. Dragons have organs that produce different elements that they breath out and Kirans attack by concentrating their magic in their mouth and shooting it out. They are not really that different just a Dragon’s power is more or less decided at birth and a Kiran’s is not.

“Shiro! Shiro!”

I was lost in thought.

“It says your age is 1 and has a weird glow so we will just put you down as 19 since it is broken.” Says Morrigan.

Could it be displaying my age in this world? I can’t say that the orb is right either since there will be a lot of issues with it being white.

Now there is no way to convince them I’m 19!

“Come on Shiro let’s go clothes shopping with the money from the wyvern! Make sure you store your adventurer card in your space magic so you don’t loose it ok?” Asks Morrigan as she hands me my adventurer card.

There was no issue with the white magic color I guess.

“Ok.” I say while I put it in my space magic.

“Great, she agreed to go clothes shopping let’s go Gab!” Shouts Morrigan while jumping in the air.

Wait wait that wasn’t what I was saying ok about! I don’t want to waste my day in clothing stores I need to gather information!

Morrigan and Gab both have one of my hands and have already pulled me out of the door! The adventurers are all looking at me with pity or envy now.

I understand the looks of pity from earlier now. Some are looking at me with envy now. To bad boys, you aren’t chick magnets like me!