The Apothecary Noble Lady Treated Like Trash Was Executed — After Being Pushed Off a Cliff, She Regained Memories of Her Past Life, So She Abandoned the Kingdom and Decided to Enjoy a Carefree Life in Another World" - Episode 14

“Finally made it! This is the Adventurer’s Guild.”

I found myself standing frozen before the guild building.

The brick exterior, the wooden sign with a sword resting on a shield, and the swinging doors. It looked exactly like an adventurer’s guild should.

In my previous life, how many times had I fantasized about being reborn and working as an adventurer? Once or twice wouldn’t have been enough, I must have imagined it dozens, hundreds of times.

The building I’d seen in my dreams now stood before me.

Just seeing it made emotions I couldn’t contain well up inside me.

‘How long do you plan to stand there gawking?’

Ark’s voice poured cold water on my moment.

“Couldn’t you let me savor this a little longer?”

‘If we wait for you, night will fall.’

“Fine, fine. I’ll go in already.”

Ark was right, as usual.

“Excuse me~”

Steeling myself, I crept inside.

“Wow…”

The attached tavern already had daytime drinkers, adventurers scrutinizing posted requests, and behind the wooden counter sat a beautiful receptionist.

Everything I’d ever dreamed of was here.

Every detail was exactly how an adventurer’s guild should be.

Since escaping the Abyss Valley, it’s been one amazing experience after another – almost enough to make me nervous about being this happy.

Being reborn was truly the best thing.

‘Finish your registration quickly so we can leave.’

“O-okay.”

Apparently still hungry, he wanted to go outside and eat monsters to his heart’s content. Yesterday’s feast hadn’t been enough after all.

I walked to the unoccupied reception counter.

For some reason, I felt eyes on me. My adventurer outfit was proper, right? Nothing strange about it?

I couldn’t help feeling a bit jittery.

“Good afternoon. Welcome to the Adventurer’s Guild. How may I help you today?”

“I’d like to register as a new adventurer, please.”

“Understood. Please fill out this registration form.”

I began completing the provided paperwork.

The receptionist was a beautiful blonde with blue eyes – the quintessential guild receptionist.

Her manner was kind and professional, her appearance immaculate – clearly competent at her job.

“Do I need to fill out everything?”

“Only the name is mandatory. Other fields can be left blank.”

“Got it.”

Following her instructions, I only filled in my name and whatever else I could before returning the form.

For my name, I just put “Iris,” using my family name.

“Thank you. Now for the final step – please place a drop of blood on this card.”

The receptionist produced a guild card and needle.

Iris took the needle, pressed it against her fingertip, and pushed firmly – but felt no pain, no wound formed, and no blood appeared.

“Ah… right!”

I remembered how Ark’s bites had left me unharmed.

I tried again with more force, changing angles, even stabbing near my nail bed – but my skin remained unmarked. The needle bent instead.

“Um… I don’t seem to be bleeding.”

The receptionist blinked, confusion crossing her face.

“Then let’s try with a fresh needle.”

After replacing the needle, I tried again.

—THUNK

Even swinging it down with all my strength changed nothing. The needle bent against my skin.

“Sorry, it still won’t pierce me.”

“Eek!? Just a moment please!!”

Her near-scream made nearby adventurers turn our way.

“…Did she say the needle won’t pierce her?”

“I saw her swing it full force at her hand!”

“What the hell? No way!!”

“That’s the special alloy needle, right? If that can’t pierce her, what’s her body made of!?”

Murmurs of surprise spread through the room.

Oh no! I stood out. Maybe I overdid it.

“…P-perhaps it’s your constitution? A-any bodily fluid will work for authentication, saliva would suffice.”

After consulting what looked like a manual, the receptionist turned back to me, cheeks twitching.

Now she’s completely terrified of me.

“Is that so?”

Best to play dumb and move on.

“It’s not recommended as it causes more registration errors, but it can work.”

“Got it. I’ll try.”

Lifting the card’s indentation, I licked it. The card glowed faintly.

“That seems to have worked. Your registration is complete. Shall we proceed with your familiar registration now?”

“Yes, please.”

Relief washed over me at succeeding. If blood had been mandatory, I might have collapsed in depression.

After Ark’s registration finished, I received an explanation of guild systems.

“Requests have rank restrictions. Those of unclear background start at the lowest G-rank.”

The standard eight-tier system: S, A, B, C, D, E, F, G. You climb ranks by accumulating achievements.

Scrutiny intensifies from C-rank onward.

Those with known backgrounds or guarantors can start at F-rank. Everyone else begins at G.

Naturally, I was G-rank.

G-rank with no track record means limited request options – only jobs that wouldn’t matter if something went wrong.

“Hehehe, now I’m officially an adventurer.”

After the explanation, I proudly showed my guild card to Ark.

I couldn’t help boasting.

‘Hmph. You’re still just a fledgling. Don’t get cocky over something so trivial.’

“Let me enjoy this. I’m happy.”

Having dreamed of this for so long, finally becoming an adventurer filled me with joy.

“Alright, let’s check the board!!”

I headed for the request board to choose my first job.