Guild Prep! After Feeding Lizbet a Cool Gulp of Horse Semen
After giving Lizbet a refreshing load of horse semen, I returned to the lake where Klea was waiting, alongside Als, who hadn't noticed a thing. We waited about ten minutes, and then Lizbet came strolling back with a perfectly innocent smile, acting like nothing had happened.
"Sorry~ I lost track of time..."
Thanks to me thrusting my head out as far as possible when I came, her nose and mouth had overflowed with horse semen, but luckily her clothes stayed clean. That said, her belly was subtly swollen—just enough for me to notice. Inside that puffed-up stomach of hers, she was probably digesting a bellyful of my horse semen right now. The thought made me feel this weird thrill, like she was being painted in my colors.
"No worries. Now that we're all here, shall we head back?"
Als, still completely oblivious, grinned as he said that and started packing his gear. As everyone gathered their things, Klea got close to Lizbet and seemed to startle for a second... but she couldn't have noticed, right? I'd told her I was going after Lizbet too, but at this stage, it was better not to rub it in Klea's face. With that in mind, I transformed into my horse form, and the three of them hopped on as I carried them back to Radia.
The next day after getting back to Radia, I'd spent a fiery night with Lizbet the moment we arrived, then headed to the blacksmith first thing in the morning. The owner took one look at my broken sword, apologized profusely, and let me try out some cheap weapons on the condition that if they broke, I'd just pay a small repair fee until I found one that fit.
Still, since I planned to make a living hunting monsters, I needed to find a weapon that suited me and learn how to fight with it properly. As for my impressions on the first recommendation, the axe—he stroked his beard and grumbled.
"Hmm... This axe doesn't fit either, huh?"
"Yeah. Maybe something like a spear would be better. Got anything worth trying?"
The blacksmith pondered for a moment, then gave me a wry look.
"With your strength, and swords and axes not working out, a spear probably won't either. Why not pick one and train properly? Or buy an expensive weapon that can handle your power."
Hmm... I'd already started adventuring, so spending months learning weapon skills now felt like a drag. But dropping dozens of gold on a high-end weapon right away? That didn't sit right either.
"Uh... Let me try one or two more before deciding. Anything else you recommend?"
"Recommendations..."
The already grizzled blacksmith furrowed his brow even deeper.
"You've got power to spare but no technique... no Fighting Spirit to enhance your weapon... How about a blunt weapon?"
A blunt weapon!? In this other world, was I really going to swing a club instead of a sword or flashy magic? Honestly, with my background—barely any weapon training beyond some taekwondo as a kid—a club did seem like the most practical... but it just didn't have the style!
"Nothing cooler? Carrying a club around would make me look like a total monster."
"Young folks these days! Chasing flair without any real training! And you already look like a monster on the outside!"
With that, he shoved a heavy iron club into my hands—a long handle topped with a thick iron slab—and bellowed.
"In my eyes, a blunt weapon suits you best right now! Give it a swing and decide! If you don't want to die on some tough quest later, prioritize practicality over looks!"
Half-forced into taking the club, I basically got kicked out of the smithy. Practicality... yeah, it mattered. But clubs felt like something only monster grunts or bandits would use. Just didn't appeal to me. Sighing, I examined the thing in my hand: a black iron lump about 5cm thick. Not too heavy, but way more solid than a sword or axe—getting hit with this would hurt like hell. Ha... I wanted something badass. No helping it. I'd test it out, and if it sucked, I'd go learn swordsmanship.
Slinging the unwelcome club over my shoulder, I headed to the Guild Management Office to prepare something I'd been planning for a while.
"Ah, Sema! Welcome!"
Sera greeted me with a bright smile the moment I arrived. What an energizing grin. Her secretary-like office uniform gave off that perfect vibe—if I were a boss with an assistant like her, work would be a breeze. I greeted her back and said I'd come for the stuff I'd requested. She fetched a folder of documents and a slim book from the back, then led me to a reception room.
"These are the forms you need to fill out. Once you bring them back, we'll review them, submit to the kingdom, and if approved, you can officially start guild activities."
Pulling out the papers, the first one was a densely packed guild creation application.
With Lizbet's total submission now in full view, it was time to get serious about forming the guild I'd been mulling over.
"The last page is a guide I wrote for filling them out—use that as reference. And this is a book on guild master duties and operations. It's rare, so don't lose it, okay?"
She handed me the slim book. Flipping through, I saw sections on tax payments, quest handling, and more. Writing a custom guide just for me? Sera's kindness hit me like a tsunami of gratitude.
"Most of it's just checking and signing, so focus on the one or two key pages. Oh, but there's one thing you need to decide before submitting!"
She raised a finger cutely—every gesture was adorable.
"You need to design your guild emblem ahead of time for quick approval. Once set, it can't be changed unless you remake the guild, so think carefully. Lots of people regret rushing the design."
Like the ones on Lizbet and Als's hands? Made sense—game-like crests or icons were a big deal for looks.
"Any restrictions on size or placement? Most adventurers seem to have them on their hands..."
"Anywhere on the body works, but since it's your guild's mark, most put it on the back of the hand for visibility. Size is fixed to fit a hand, so otherwise... maybe the occasional shoulder."
"Hmm... Hand, huh."
I'd hoped for something big enough to tattoo on my bitches' bellies like a womb tattoo, but that size was too small. Would've been perfect if it could go larger.
"Since you're close with Lizbet, ask her for details. It's a kind of magic circle. And bring a bit of blood for submission."
Blood!? Startled, I asked, and she explained: They draw the guild master's blood, use the Esser in it to make emblem ink. The magic links guild members' emblems for shared experience and such. Blood surprised me at first, but... damn, I liked it. Felt like stamping my ownership on them.
After a few more questions, as I packed the papers, Sera stood and said,
"Bring 'em back filled out, and I'll process right away. Processing takes two weeks short, a month long."
Perfect timing for my plans. At Lizbet's current pace of change, a month would do it. Thanking her profusely, I waved and left the office. Sera was a godsend. I'd have to get her a gift later.
Brimming with gratitude for Sera, I headed back to my lodging, pondering guild names along the way.