After efficiently completing several more days' worth of D-rank requests in Old Kishirisu City,
the Saviors became even better known among the adventurers.
Their efficiency in completing missions, far beyond what their rank suggested,
and the makeup of their team became topics of idle conversation in adventurers' taverns.
Some bards had even begun singing about their exploits.
Cui Ciyou did not particularly care. The more famous they were, the easier it would be to pick up requests.
That day, they had just turned in a C-rank request to collect moonlight grass.
They were about to check the guild for any new, suitable missions.
Moonlight grass was a plant that gave off a faint glow at night.
It was often used to make low-grade potions or lighting runes, and could also serve as a budget substitute for demonlight stone!
Normally, a simple gathering request should not have had such a high rank.
However, packs of monsters called Light-Eating Coyotes prowled around the moonlight grass.
"Hey, Ciyou,"
Alice grumbled somewhat unhappily as she polished her beloved short sword,
"when can we take on some genuinely challenging missions?"
"These past few days, we've done nothing but look for things, pick herbs, or fight little monsters. My bones are practically rusting!"
"Come on, Alice," Cui Ciyou said, trying helplessly to soothe her.
"Even Paris Coyote, one of those little monsters you're talking about,
"could be considered a rookie adventurer killer!"
A few days earlier, Alice had suddenly unleashed the Sword of Light.
Under the rules of the Sword God Style, anyone who could use the Sword of Light could be called a Sword Saint.
And Alice was only twelve that year-a twelve-year-old Sword Saint.
Moreover, a Saint-level fighter could generally serve as the captain of an S-rank team.
Just then, a small commotion suddenly