"She is a prodigy of her generation. An exceptional, extraordinary warrior. The youngest silver-rank adventurer at just 18, and the 'Guild Master' of the capital branch of the Eileen Kingdom Adventurers' Guild. The one and only—Kurea!"
Lynn's introduction was as dramatic and playful as ever. Yet, amid the flair and awe-inspiring declarations, something else caught Arezu's attention.
If she's calling her by name alone, then they might be pretty close. Or perhaps she was another one of her friends.
That thought was immediately answered by a gentle smile.
Whether she was satisfied knowing he was thinking about her despite just introducing someone else, or for some other reason entirely, Arezu had no way of comprehending exactly what Lynn was thinking.
Regardless, the person being introduced voiced her complaint.
"Don't complicate things even further, Lynn. I'm not the Guild Master yet. I'm just standing in for my grandfather."
Though she was only a substitute Guild Master, just as she said, Lynn and Sylvia still complied with Kurea's command and ceased their fighting.
Once Lynn had defrosted the ice-covered guild hall, the three of them—Sylvia, Arezu, and Lynn—followed Kurea into the Guild Master's office.
Now, they sat on the couch, with Lynn and Arezu side by side across the low table in front of Sylvia, while Kurea had taken the seat behind the office desk.
Regarding the actual Guild Master:
"My grandfather is still recovering from injuring his back while playing with my younger siblings, or at least, that's his excuse for skipping work as a Guild Master" Kurea explained briefly to Lynn and Arezu.
As for the Vice Guild Master:
"As if a muscle-head like him—who started the betting game during your fight earlier—could take charge of the guild. This place would fall into ruins if that guy ever became the Guild Master," Kurea continued, her irritation and annoyance clear not only in her words but also on her face.
So it was the Vice Guild Master, Arezu grumbled internally, recalling the earlier remark about the bet on who would win between Lynn and Sylvia.
Putting aside the brief explanation of why she had taken the Guild Master's seat, Kurea finally addressed the real issue.
"So, what's your reason for your tantrum this time, Lynn?"
"You'd better have an acceptable reason for your tantrum, or else you're in for serious punishment, Lynn," Sylvia followed up, still visibly annoyed by Lynn's audacity.
"Tantrum?" Lynn repeated, gasping in disbelief at how Kurea and Sylvia were dismissing her actions.
"I'll have you know I had every reason—every right—for what I did!"
With her usual dramatic flair and overly exaggerated storytelling, Lynn launched into a recap of what had happened the night before.
Starting from her generous effort to organize a feast to celebrate Arezu's promotion, to her immeasurable kindness in forgiving him for "cheating" on her and "having affairs" with other adventurers; from all the delicious Burger Queen, pizza, fried chicken, fries, and chips she had eaten, especially the puddings and cakes; to how lonely Arezu felt after bidding her farewell at the end of the night, how she was attacked by a hooded assailant, and how furious she was over all the wasted puddings and cakes.
By the end of her explanation, it was Arezu who felt embarrassed, covering his face with both hands while Lynn displayed her fake tears and mock sadness.
Meanwhile, Kurea stared in disbelief.
Sylvia, on the other hand, was about to lose it.
"Let me get this straight—" Sylvia said, barely holding onto the last thread of her patience.
"—You're saying the reason for your tantrum, for breaking the rule against casting mystic spells inside the guild, and for injuring fellow adventurers... is because you're mad about those wasted desserts?"
"Of course! What else should I be mad about?"
"You fucking twa—"
"Gyah!"
As Sylvia straddled Lynn, both Arezu and Kurea could only sigh, exhausted by just how unreasonable Lynn was.
Regardless, if they wanted to have a proper conversation about the hooded assailant—which should have been Lynn's real concern rather than her wasted puddings and cakes—then Arezu and Kurea had no choice but to stop Sylvia and Lynn's brawl, no matter how tired they felt.
"How dare you hurt your fellow adventurers!"
"Hurt? You're overexaggerating. I only knocked them unconscious!"
"By hitting them with a freaking block of ice in the face!"
"They should be thankful I didn't use a boulder of rock instead!"
After several more insults were exchanged, Arezu and Kurea finally managed to separate the two and end the scuffle.
With Arezu sitting beside Lynn to restrain her—just as Kurea did with Sylvia—the conversation resumed.
"Putting aside the cake... What even is a pudding, Lynn?" Kurea asked, genuinely curious about what Lynn had been rambling on about.
"Whatever it is, as if it justifies hurting those adventurers," Sylvia added.
"'Putting aside the cake?... Pudding isn't a good enough reason to hurt those ungrateful adventurers?" Lynn replied, her irritation showing not just in her words but clearly on her face.
"Those cakes were unlike anything I've ever seen… And the pudding… It was the pinnacle of all desserts and sweets..."
As Lynn continued her incomprehensible explanation—with a glimpse of madness in her eccentric eyes—Kurea and Sylvia turned to Arezu, silently begging for a clearer answer.
Understanding their stares, Arezu brought out a bag he had kept safe since Lynn's earlier rampage. His next remark instantly caught Lynn's attention.
"If it's puddings and cakes you want—I brought some with me. The innkeeper at Moon Pavilion asked me to deliver these to the guild as free samples."
"Innkeeper of Moon Pavilion?" Kurea repeated, unsure who he meant.
"You mean Lapina?" Sylvia, on the other hand, immediately recognized the name.
Meanwhile, Lynn—
"These are mine and mine alone... So back off!"
—tried to grab the bag from Arezu, only to receive a light smack on the head, courtesy of him, followed by another scolding.
"They're not for you, Lynn."
"You're a meanie, Mr. Arezu!"
With the pudding and cake debate finally settled—no matter how much Lynn pouted—the topic shifted to the hooded assailant.
"It's gotta be one of them—those ungrateful adventurers who can't accept that Mr. Arezu and I are the new Dungeon Conquerors," Lynn said, now back to her proud and confident self.
"A hooded assailant who can use flame-based and wind-based mystic spells, fights with combat skills, and is trained in swordsmanship. That about right, Lynn?" Sylvia replied, clearly on the verge of snapping again.
"Mhm!... That's mostly right."
"You fucking twa—"
"Hey! Language, Ms. Scary-Sylvia!"
"Didn't I tell you to look at that freaking bounty-hunting quest?!"