690 To Be Hated

Willow figured she probably had to become an adventurer. 

For a twelve year old human girl, it wasn't... impossible. 

Dad said that the Adventurer's Guild had some kind of test. She'd pass it somehow. She had her System, after all. 

Sprig would probably have to toughen up a little. 

A lot, even. 

He always talked about wanting to join a famous adventuring company.

...something like Sol Invictus. 

Willow was a little more realistic. 

She might be able to make a name for herself good enough to be scouted. Imperia seems like she'd been adventuring for a long time, with the armor she wore on her arms and legs... and she was only a few levels higher than Willow was. 

She needed to be good enough that Sprig could join too. She'd never leave him-- not willingly. 

« System, show me the detailed list of my talent choices. »

A dizzying amount of information filled her head... 

Talents.