Chapter 8: Trait: Comfort

 

"Seres, your friends are here." The voice of my older sister who's name I never heard of yet greeted me into consciousness. "I'll be there." I said as I got out of my bed and opened the door to see my older sister and my minions standing behind her. I stared at them for a few moments before the blonde kid spoke up. "It is so nice to see you again! Guildmaster!" 

 

"Fufu." My elder sister laughed and a slight blush appeared over her face. "Are the four of you pretending to be adventurers?" "Well it's something like that." The boy with glasses added as he pressed his hands against his glasses. The stereotypical idle animation for guys with glasses. "Oh my, can I join then?"

 

"No." I refused my elder sister. "I don't think you will exactly get what we plan on doing." She pouted for a few moments before smiling at me. "I'll be off in the kitchen to prepare snacks for you. So if you need anything you should know where to find me." I smiled. "Thanks." "Thank you ma'am!" The boys added after me and I stared after them.

 

'I don't think that necessary…' "So… Let's have our first meeting in my room." We made out way into the room and I sat on my bed. "So what are you guys good at?" I asked as I brought my left leg over my right and watched over my minions showing hesitation with my plans.

 

The blonde boy took charge and cleared his voice before talking. "I'm Thomas Linderberg! My father is a soldier and my mother runs a local bakery. I'm good at swordsmanship, and I count!" He ended his message with a bow towards me and we clapped. 'Looks like this world wasn't the shithole I expected it to be… I thought the people here wouldn't even know how to count.'