Adventurer of Many Professions

In the report room, Bernard and his assistant were handling the promotion commission review for a three-person team.

Promotion commissions were known to be grueling, and it wasn't uncommon for poorly prepared adventurers to fail spectacularly. So when this particular team of three walked in claiming they had successfully completed their mission, Bernard was naturally skeptical.

He took the adventurer nameplates handed to him and glanced at the group. His gaze landed on the blonde-haired, blue-eyed magician in front of him. Recognition dawned almost instantly, it was the Explosion Magician, Sylph, whose exploits had recently been the talk of the guild.

Well, that explains it, Bernard thought. If a team had an Explosion Magician, completing a promotion commission wasn't so far-fetched.

But his attention shifted to the other two members. One was a shy-looking priestess in her ceremonial robes. The other was a young fighter with brown hair, sharp blue eyes, and a long, heavy sword strapped to his back.

When Bernard saw the fighter, his eyebrows twitched. So it's him…

He had overheard the rumors just yesterday. Adventurers were laughing about a team consisting of an Explosion Magician, a priest, and a so-called "fighter" who carried a weapon meant for a swordsman. Many found it absurd. Fighters were known for their hand-to-hand combat skills, not wielding oversized swords.

But here was the boy in question, Raymond.

Bernard studied him closely, noting his athletic build and well-proportioned physique. He could see why some might think Raymond had "charmed" his way into the team. The boy had the kind of looks that could be quite persuasive to girls his age. Bernard couldn't help but wonder if Sylph and the priestess had been swayed by Raymond's charisma and good looks rather than his actual ability.

Two talented young women teaming up with this… unreliable boy? Bernard shook his head internally, sighing at the thought. But as an auditor, his job wasn't to judge their choices. His role was to confirm the mission's legitimacy, nothing more.

Suppressing his personal bias, Bernard followed standard protocol. He took out the guild's lie detector device, a small, enchanted orb, and set it on the table. "Hand over the details of your promotion commission," he said, his tone formal.

After receiving their documentation, Bernard asked the routine questions, his eyes scanning the orb for any reactions.

"Did you frame your teammates during the mission?"

"No," they answered.

"Did you complete this mission using threats or improper means?"

"No," they said again.

The lie detector stayed dormant, confirming their honesty. Bernard nodded, satisfied. "Next, I'll need you to explain how you completed the commission. Who wants to go first?"

Before anyone could speak, Bernard noticed something curious. Both Sylph and the priestess turned to Raymond, their expectant gazes silently urging him to take the lead.

Caught off guard, Raymond looked slightly helpless but eventually relented. "Alright, I'll go first," he said with a sigh.

Bernard raised an eyebrow at the dynamic. Interesting… he thought, motioning to his assistant to take notes. The assistant, though technically Bernard's subordinate, diligently prepared to document every word of the report.

Raymond began recounting the events of the mission. His tone was calm and straightforward as he described the key moments: observing the stinger wasps from a distance, setting up the ambush, and taking on the dangerous creatures himself.

As Raymond spoke, Bernard's initial skepticism began to waver.

According to the young fighter, he had personally dealt with most of the stinger wasps using the long, heavy sword strapped to his back. The details were vivid, how he dodged their attacks, how his sword sliced through their armored bodies. But then Raymond casually mentioned a moment that made Bernard pause.

"One of the stinger wasps managed to grab hold of my sword, so I couldn't use it anymore. I had to kill that one with my fists," Raymond explained.

Bernard blinked. "With your fists?"

Raymond nodded. "Yes. I punched through its chest and crushed its head."

The assistant nearly dropped his pen at the statement, and Bernard frowned slightly. This wasn't normal; not for a fighter, and certainly not for someone who had just awakened.

Punching through a stinger wasp's chest? Bernard thought to himself. That's no small feat. Those creatures are heavily armored, and their chitin is nearly as tough as steel.

It explained why Raymond was so insistent on using his sword despite being a fighter. Clearly, his swordsmanship wasn't just a remnant of his past trainingb it was exceptional. But Bernard couldn't help but feel conflicted. On one hand, Raymond's unconventional methods were effective. On the other, they didn't align with the typical role of a fighter.

Still, he had to admit, there was something impressive about the boy's tenacity and raw power.

As Raymond continued his explanation, Bernard listened intently. The details painted a clear picture of a team that worked together efficiently. Sylph's explosive magic played a crucial role in destroying the hive, and Raymond's adaptability in combat allowed them to overcome the queen and the remaining wasps. Even the shy priestess, though less involved in combat, had been a steady presence throughout the mission.

Is the power of this fighter really that incredible?

Bernard couldn't shake the question as he listened to Raymond recount their mission. For now, he pushed his doubts aside and focused on the story. Raymond continued, his tone calm and steady, while Bernard tried to piece it all together.

When Raymond explained how his team had used three white stones to distract the poisonous wasps and then had Sarifi obliterate the hive with her explosive magic, Bernard nodded in understanding. It made sense. So it's still Sarifi, the famed Explosion Magician, who carried this mission to success, Bernard thought to himself.

But as Raymond went on, Bernard's interest waned slightly. He assumed the rest of the story would be about cleaning up the hive, the kind of dull details that often followed the exciting part of the mission. Then came a twist he didn't see coming.

"…After the hive was destroyed, two of the stinger wasps that had been lured away realized they'd been deceived. They saw Sarifi destroy the hive and flew straight toward her to attack."

Bernard's expression remained neutral.

"They were too fast. I didn't have time to run back to protect her and Lorene, so I used the Taunt skill to draw them toward me…"

At first, Bernard nodded absentmindedly, but then something clicked. His body froze, his head snapping up as his brain replayed Raymond's words. Taunt skill?

"Wait a minute!" Bernard interrupted, his voice sharper than before.

Raymond paused, looking at him curiously.

Bernard squinted at the young fighter, then reached for the identity card lying on the table. He studied it, double-checking the details, before raising an eyebrow. "Did you just say you used the Taunt skill?" he asked cautiously.

"Right," Raymond replied, completely unfazed.

Bernard drew in a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. A small, incredulous smile crept across his face as he leaned forward. "If I'm not mistaken, Taunt is a skill only warriors can learn, correct?"

"Yes," Raymond answered with a calm nod.

Bernard's smile vanished. He slammed his hands on the table, leaning forward, glaring directly at Raymond. His voice dropped into a slow, deliberate tone. "Then explain this to me, fighter boy. How, exactly, does a fighter use a warrior's skill?"

The room seemed to go still as Bernard's frustration bubbled over. He was no fool, this wasn't normal. If Raymond couldn't give him a reasonable explanation, no amount of success in the mission would stop Bernard from declaring the team unqualified.

Then Raymond gave an answer that was as simple as it was shocking. His voice remained calm and steady. "Because, in addition to awakening the fighter class, I also awakened the warrior class."

Bernard blinked, convinced he had misheard. He tilted his head slightly, his disbelief obvious. "What did you just say?"

"I said, in addition to awakening the fighter class, I also awakened the warrior class," Raymond repeated, his tone unchanged.

The room fell silent.

For a moment, Bernard stared at the young fighter, his brain racing. Did he just say…? His first instinct was to dismiss it as impossible, a bold-faced lie. But then his eyes flicked to the polygraph on the table.

It was silent.

Not a single beep.

Bernard's breath hitched. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he stared at the glowing orb. The polygraph wasn't reacting. That meant…

He's telling the truth.

"B-Bensen!" Bernard barked suddenly, his voice rising with urgency as he turned to his assistant. "Ask me a question. Anything. Right now!"

Bensen, startled, blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Uh… are you wearing a wig today?"

Bernard whipped his head around, glaring at his assistant with annoyance. But he still answered. "No."

Beep!

The polygraph let out an unmistakable sound, confirming the truth of his answer.

The device wasn't broken. It worked perfectly.

Bernard's head swiveled back to Raymond, his mind reeling. If the polygraph was functional, that meant Raymond's claim was true. He wasn't just a fighter, he was a dual-class awakener, a fighter and a warrior.

A rare dual-class adventurer stood right in front of him.

Bernard stared at Raymond, his thoughts spiraling. Is this even possible? How many adventurers in history have awakened two classes at once? His disbelief was only matched by his growing realization of how extraordinary this young man was.

The weight of the moment left Bernard momentarily dazed. When he finally came back to his senses, the room was oddly quiet. Raymond, Sylph, and Lorene were gone, having left after completing their report.

He glanced at Benson, who looked equally shell-shocked. On the table, Benson's notes lay neatly stacked, detailing everything Raymond had said.

Bernard exhaled slowly, his fingers brushing against the edge of the notes. "Dual-class," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in amazement.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling for a long moment. "The guild's about to lose its mind when this gets out," he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

One thing was clear: Raymond wasn't just an ordinary adventurer. He was someone destined to leave a mark.