What the Hell, Is This Actually an RPG?

After Wood nervously handed Ryu the maps and monster information for Dungeon Floors 1 through 12, the middle-aged merchant cautiously looked at her and asked, "May I ask which Familia you adventurers belong to? You all look quite unfamiliar.

"Especially you, miss Elf. An adventurer of your level should be quite famous in Orario, yet I've never seen you before."

The middle-aged merchant was genuinely curious about who Wood and the others were.

No, he was probably curious about Ryu, the Elf. There weren't many Elves in Orario to begin with, and high-level adventurers were even rarer.

And someone with an aura as terrifying as Ryu's, who also seemed to have taken plenty of lives, needed no further explanation.

"I'd advise you not to ask too many questions. Besides, who I am has nothing to do with you."

As she spoke, Ryu pulled her hood back over her head to conceal her Elven ears.

In fact, quite a few people had approached her to strike up a conversation before Wood and the others arrived.

Part of it was Ryu's exceptionally beautiful appearance. The other reason was that Elven adventurers were both rare and powerful in Orario.

As a race with an unusually strong affinity for nature and the elements, almost all Elven adventurers could use magic. The only difference was how much magic they knew and how much Mana they had.

Magic was a fairly rare ability among adventurers, and having a Mage in the party undoubtedly made it stronger and safer.

Ryu hadn't known where the Hestia Familia's home was, so she'd had no choice but to wait at the Dungeon entrance for Wood to show up.

As a result, plenty of people who wanted to form a party with her had come over to chat, leaving her somewhat