After Reyra successfully overcame her embarrassment she immediately took Kyra upstairs. Guild’s branch in Ozryn was fairly small, just two floors, and the most remarkable visitor of it was going to meet the head.

This head was quite a few times younger than elf under his command, but unlike her he was a former C-ranked adventurer. Right now he was sitting at the gigantic table and behind mounts of papers. There was another ‘Record’ crystal sphere just like one at the reception here too.

Before this branch's head questionable glance Reyna exhaled and tried to explain why registring Kyra would be a such great idea.

“She is a kitsune, Lambert! With two tails!” She pointed at the suspect with ‘you get it, right?’ look on her face.

Black haired middle-aged man was unimpressed.

“What, some rare kind of half-breed between human and fox-kin?”

Elf rolled her eyes. Well, Kyra certainly didn’t look like genuine beast-kin female should. Too little hair on her hands and pretty much anywhere else. No whiskers either. Reyna herself knew a little bit about long forgone races only because she had been visiting capital’s library regularly for about a century before transferring to this small town.

“As far as I know, last time kitsune appeared in our world over a thousand years ago, before the Second Calamity War”, she explained solemnly.

Much to her satisfaction Lambert livened up a little. But only a little.

“And why one just popped up now?”

Reyra opened her mouth, then closed, and opened yet again.

“…’Record’ is impossible to fabricate,” she finally mumbled.

“My master said I’m kind of variation,” Kyra helpfully added. “Like dragomen appear from time to time in lizard-kin clans.”

This was indeed how her master told her to explain the whole kitsune existence problem. Kind of wise, especially with additional advices “don’t show off your tales” and “hide from noble bastards”.

 “Works for me.”

Lambert was surprisingly easy.

“So. To become an adventurer before eighteen or sixteen for best-kin… does kitsune still counts for best-kin?”

Reyna nodded. Kyra nodded twice too.

“Really? Hm. Lassie, ‘record’ indeed showed you are fifteen, but you look like fifteen-old elf. Sorry here. I kind of know you are not a kid…”

The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

“I can explain,” Kyra smiled. “One of my racial traits is called [Ageless looks]. I can change my physical appearance to any from about eight years and up to my real one. My attributes and weight remain unchanged.”

Both Reyna and Lambert were dumbfounded after such revelations.

“How envious…”

“But why early teens?” Lambert asked curiously but after hearing day-dreaming elf he got himself together. “Never mind. It’s your choice. Thanks anyway, such information helps us to avoid dangerous misunderstandings.”

“That is why I shared it.”

This fox-kin, no, kitsune lass was more and more to Lambert’s liking.

“And it won’t be spread by us,” so the man nodded. “Where did we stop? Yes, the entering in our brotherhood. And sisterhood, same thing. First, you need the recommendation from adventurer of C-rank or higher. I can examine your abilities personally, so it’s not a problem. Secondly, you have to experience a Growth beforehand.”  

Lambert made extremely serious accent on this second part.

“Reyna, did you check at what [Stage] is she?”

Elf smiled a bit haughtily.

“I didn’t have to. She is two-tailed.”

Both Lambert and Kyra blinked, the former with a tired sigh and the later with an apparent amazement.

“Kitsune have no tails at birth. They start to appear only after Growth, one at a time,” and so elf’s solemn voice returned once again.

“Wha-a-a…? Lassie, you lived through two Growths before maturing?!” Lambert was awestruck just to Reyna’s planning.

Instead of answering with words alone, Kyra simply walked to the ‘Record’ sphere and touched it.

[Evolution stage: 2]

“Well that is something…” Lambert murmured. He was looking at the words with ‘I don’t believe it’ eyes. Then they changed to show mix of complex feelings before he closed them.

“Little Kyra is a genius.” Meanwhile elf was enthusiastic.

“Shut up, Reyna.”

It could not be helped. Like most people Reyna never experienced Growth for herself. You needed not just mindlessly massacre bunch of monster beasts or demons with your own hands just to acquire necessary life energy. This was indeed necessary but spending a little fortune on life crystals instead could do the thing.

To open your evolution path is to exceed your limits, which means you must meet and overcome the life crisis of some sort. And to do so long before one’s body and mind matures… and not once but twice… Lambert shuddered. That was beyond the concept of ‘hard’.

“I’m not broken, sir.” It seemed Kyra read him while they both were ignoring pouting elf.

“Right.” Lambert indeed saw such kids and this lass certainly was not one of them. Whatever exactly she gone through Lambert hadn’t right to inquire.

“Now recommendation part. That would take some time. Let’s start with a mock battle, perhaps.”

Kyra ears twitched as she bounced a little and reached the bag on her belt.

“Er, I think I do have the recommendation.”

“Oh, the letter huh?”

“Master said to show it in any of Guild’s branches so it should be the recommendation, right?”

Why does it sounded like she doubted it herself? That was what both Reyna and Lambert wanted to ask but refused to. Instead they both focused on the letter or to be exact on its seal. After brief examination Lambert directly placed it on the ‘Record’ crystal.

[Name: Álhan Ó Dálaigh | Sword of the North]

“…”

“Gods! Your master is Alan the Shadowsinger! Lambert, you saw it?”

“Yes, yes, I saw it. But the Shadowsinger… your background is surely not ordinary one, miss.”

“And she inherited his last name! You know, I only saw him once in the capital!”           

“Well I don’t think we need to proceed with examination. But you can’t jump over rookie position too, miss. I will explain the Guild major rules and then…”

“I told you she is genius! Why you had to shut me? Kyra, are you his daughter? You should be!..”

Kyra was shaken. Not by overly cheerful Reyna or suddenly polite Lambert. The reason was entirely different.

“Is master kinda amazing person?”

So she muttered to herself.