a young woman with sharp eyes and pointed elf-like ears — reviewing paperwork.
Several guild staff bustled about, while a massive quest board displayed parchment listings — monster exterminations, escort requests, missing person notices.
The receptionist's eyes flicked to Sion, momentarily surprised by his unnerving beauty, then down to the guild token she assumed he'd have.
"Name?" she asked, her professional tone returning.
Sion smiled faintly.
"Sion Demonheart."
The receptionist's hand paused mid-writing. Her sharp eyes studied him again — realization flickering behind them.
"…Right. That explains the whispers." She cleared her throat.
"New arrival, I assume? You here to register or stir trouble?"
Sion's smirk deepened.
"Both."
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Options:
1. Smooth registration with a subtle display of power.
2. Someone in the guild mocks him — leading to conflict.
3. A hidden figure in the guild quietly takes interest.
Which path?
Here's how the hidden figure takes interest in Sion:
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The receptionist, after her momentary hesitation, resumed her duties.
"Fill these forms, basic identification and skill declaration. Standard procedure."
Sion lazily scanned the forms, but his true attention drifted beyond—his system had already