Female Professionals were not uncommon on the Aifala Continent.
Elf Archers roamed the forests, chasing swift winds and falling leaves; mages threw themselves into the ocean of the Arcane, exploring the mysteries of mathematics and the stars. Those great beings sung of in Epics, those living legends, even made people subconsciously overlook their gender and focus only on the outstanding achievements they had gained in their own fields.
On the other hand, objective differences in physical ability meant that among low-level Adventurers—most of whom had yet to master sufficiently powerful Transcendent Power and fought mainly with their bodies and techniques—female Adventurers were rarely seen.
And if there truly was one who remained active in the Association hall for a long, steady period of time, and even among the exceptionally realistic Adventurers—
Adventurers who deeply practiced the principle of "the weak are prey to the strong"—received a "nickname" with little sarcasm in it, then to some extent, it also represented the recognition she had earned from the surrounding Adventurers in every respect.
It was enough to prove her strength.
"Green Blood"—Adeline.
This woman, with close-cropped hair and a sturdy build, had already looked like this when she arrived in River Valley Town many years ago.
No one knew whether she had ever kept long hair, whether she had once had a family, or whether she had ever been like the peasant women in the fields, holding a child out to pee while still having to tidy up all the odds and ends at home.
Adventurers who carried their heads on their belts and traded their lives for Gold Coins rarely had the leisure to dig into such things.
Only occasionally would drunkards in the tavern, their brains numbed by alcohol and their mouths running without restraint, let slip a few bits