Kurland

Kurland, this land is not a dreamland, but a struggle for life...

Capital: Schulenburg

List of Major Continental Regions

West Continent: Deuerstadt

East Continent: Libel Desert

North Continent: Klingen Mountains

South Continent: Chemnitz

???: The Demon King's Citadel

Characters

Elisha

Basic Information

Gender: Female

Can't we just skip this? You can tell by looking at me.

Race: Human

...Wait, she's not an elf or a demon? Then what's with those ears? Hmm...

Age: 23

She's more youthful than I thought. Then where on earth did that terrifying skill come from...

Occupation: Adventurer...

Why are you emitting such bloodlust while emphasizing those two words?

Weapons: Longsword. I think it had a name... not that it matters.
Combat Evaluation: Top Tier
Notes: All Adventurer's Guilds across the continent must prevent drunks or rookies from picking fights with Elisha! For those like the Northern Guild who don't even read this registration info, any chaos that breaks out is their own karma.

Elisha? That strange woman with red hair and elf ears? She's cold, blunt... she's famous in the continental guilds, a totally terrifying woman. Last time, she completely pulverized some drunks who didn't know their place and picked a fight... Ugh, I don't even want to imagine it. Anyway, be careful if you're going to travel with her. Her goal is subjugating the Demon King? World peace? Justice? She's not some hero out of a myth... she has no sense of reality.

Anonymous

Intro

Chapter 1: Into the Path of Mist

Elisha

A hollow mission is my torch.

Elisha

In the dim streets shrouded in morning mist, the guild, emitting a faint light, was bustling.

Laughter and the dull metallic clink of clashing mugs, the rustle of paper as commissions were torn off, the air thick with the scent of blood and herbs from adventurers just returning from a hunt, and even uninvited guests shouting while drunk since morning... People called it vitality, but someone might have called it the noise of survivors.

An excessively human struggle to confirm the fact that they are alive.

Elisha did not look at such scenery for long.

The more people there were, the more she realized how out of place she was, sitting alone at a table glancing at the crowd.

It wasn't because of her appearance. Her waist-length red hair and her unnaturally long ears had long since turned from objects of curiosity to objects of indifference for the people here.