After everyone had freshened up, it was time for dinner. We gathered in the dining hall, where Martha, the head maid, and the other maids served us. "Thank you, Martha," Mom said as the food was brought to the table.

We began eating, and as usual, the meal was delicious. There was tomato soup, which instantly reminded me of the event from the dungeon. I found myself lost in thought until Mom's voice brought me back.

"Dear, did you hear about the incident near Ray's school gate?" Mom asked.

Dad glanced at me briefly before responding, "Yes, the adventurer guild contacted us about weapon manufacturing."

As their conversation continued, I realized I'd almost forgotten about my own adventure earlier. I hadn't even flinched during the fight, yet here I was, hiding it from my family. The thought of being in that adventurer's place haunted me.

"Ray, are you feeling unwell? You've been staring at your soup for a while now," Mom said, her voice filled with concern.

Snapping back to reality, I realized I had to tell them the truth. "I'm stupid," I muttered to myself.

I looked over at Martha, standing by the wall, waiting to refill our glasses or fulfill any other requests. "Martha, could you call Sven, please? I need to tell something important to everyone."

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Mom and Martha exchanged confused glances, but Martha nodded. "Yes, young master."

When Sven arrived, I took a deep breath and began explaining everything—how I hadn't been at Kei's house, how I had registered as an adventurer. I felt I couldn't keep playing with my family's feelings.

Mom's face turned pale with shock and concern. "You must be joking, right? I know it was your dream since childhood, but..."

She looked at Dad and Grandpa, who remained stoic. Dad seemed like he had something to say earlier, and now I understood why.

"Dear, did you hear what he just said? Why don't you say anything? Did you know about this?" Mom asked, almost pleading.

Dad set down his spoon and said, "I didn't know, but we were informed about a newly registered adventurer in our city. A new adventurer from the Everett family."

Mom's fear became tangible. She stood up, her face blank with shock. "I did something dangerous without asking anyone. I even got Sven involved. I'm sorry," I confessed and apologized.

Mom was about to tear up when Dad spoke again, "Ray, I've never stopped you from pursuing anything. Your Grandpa even taught you how to handle a sword. I never felt the call to adventure, but why did you do it?"

"I wanted to be like Grandpa," I replied. "I was fascinated by our family's history of adventurers and magic. When I saw Grandpa, I thought I could be strong and confident like him."

Grandpa muttered, "Was it my fault?"

"No, Grandpa," I said quickly. "Adventuring is rare now, and what happened years ago was a mistake that shouldn't have occurred. I might be one of the last adventurers to ever register."

Turning to Mom, I continued, "I promise I'll avoid dangerous situations and explore slowly, staying behind professionals who clear the dungeons ahead of me."

I was sure Dad and Grandpa had heard about the dungeon incident today as well, but they stayed silent, understanding this wasn't the right moment to discuss it.