Nfirea heard a voice behind him and turned his head, momentarily dazed.
The four adventurers beside him had already noticed Sakeer approaching but initially paid him no mind, assuming he was just passing by.
To their surprise, Sakeer walked directly toward them.
The four adventurers' eyes shifted to him in unison, silently assessing him.
They had just accepted the commission, and although attacks on clients were rare within the Adventurer's Guild, staying vigilant was second nature.
"It's you?"
Nfirea's bright blue eyes widened with surprise as he recognized Sakeer. It was hard to forget someone with such distinct black hair — a rare sight in this part of the world.
"Thanks for the water pouch," Sakeer said with a faint smile.
"Oh, don't worry about it! I'm glad I could help," Nfirea replied, scratching his head awkwardly. He'd just noticed the same pouch hanging from Sakeer's waist.
While speaking to Nfirea, Sakeer turned to the four adventurers.
"Apologies for interrupting, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. You're heading to E-Rantel, right? Would it be possible for me to travel with you?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the group paused.
Nfirea's expression wavered. He didn't seem to mind the idea, but this wasn't something he could decide alone — his grandmother's approval would be necessary.
Meanwhile, the four adventurers remained stony-faced. Their blank expressions didn't reveal their thoughts, but that lack of reaction was an answer in itself.
Sakeer had expected this. He'd already noticed that this four-person adventurer team had an unusual party composition — one that suggested potential weaknesses.
"I understand my request sounds abrupt," Sakeer said, his tone calm. "But..."
He paused, then raised his hand.
"Minor Healing."
A soft white glow radiated from his palm, emanating a gentle warmth.
The four adventurers, who had been indifferent moments ago, suddenly perked up, their eyes widening in surprise.
"A... faith magic caster?" one of them murmured in disbelief.
Sakeer's unexpected display of healing magic didn't just catch their attention — it drew the eyes of several other adventurers in the guild hall as well.
In the world of Overlord and this unfamiliar realm, combat classes generally fell into two broad categories: warriors and spellcasters.
Warrior classes branched into various roles — front-line fighters, defensive tanks, archers, and thieves, to name a few.
Spellcasters, however, were categorized into four main types: arcane magic, divine magic, spiritual magic, and other magic.
Among these, divine magic users — often referred to as faith magic casters — were the rarest, especially those capable of healing magic.
For adventurers, healing magic was invaluable. Injuries — even minor ones — could easily turn fatal if left untreated. While most adventurers carried healing potions, they were expensive and often limited in supply.
Having a healer in the party wasn't just a convenience — it drastically increased the team's survival rate.
But faith magic casters were far less common than those who wielded arcane spells.
In the game, there was little distinction between magic types — all consumed MP (mana points).
But in this world, things were different.
Martial techniques required focus, and for faith magic casters, their power drew from something akin to spiritual concentration rather than just mana.
As a result, faith magic casters were highly sought after by experienced adventurer teams. Weaker groups often didn't even have the chance to invite one.
Seeing Sakeer's healing spell in action, the adventurers' expressions finally softened, their earlier indifference giving way to genuine interest.
Sakeer seemed unfazed by the surprised stares of the four adventurers. After casting his healing magic, he reached for the short sword hanging from his waist.
"I also have some skill with the sword," Sakeer said calmly. "I won't be a burden."
As he spoke, his fingers danced nimbly around the hilt.
The short sword flicked and twirled in his hand, weaving gracefully between his fingers. The blade flipped up and down his palm with impressive control — a clear display of refined technique.
In truth...
Before witnessing the Imperial Trial, Sakeer's swordsmanship had been clumsy at best. After all, he had never practiced in his previous life.
But ever since he obtained the "Swordmaster" class, something had changed. The short sword felt like an extension of his own body — as though years of muscle memory had been ingrained in him. Techniques he had never studied now came to him instinctively.
The adventurers watched his display carefully. Seeing Sakeer's fluid movements, they realized he wasn't just bluffing — he had clearly honed some genuine combat skills.
Finishing his demonstration, Sakeer smoothly slid the short sword back into its sheath with a flick of his fingers, then turned his gaze toward Nfirea.
Catching the impressed looks from the adventurers, Sakeer exhaled quietly. It seems they're convinced...
"That was amazing!"
Nfirea's bright blue eyes sparkled with awe. He stared at Sakeer, mouth slightly agape.
He had assumed Sakeer was just some random traveler. Who would've thought he was actually a faith magic caster capable of healing magic — and with such impressive swordsmanship too?
Is this what a genius looks like?
Judging by Sakeer's plain appearance, no one would have expected such skill.
Grandmother was right...
Just like herbs — their value can't always be judged by their appearance.
Moments later, the blonde adventurer — presumably the leader — stepped forward.
The man looked to be in his mid-twenties, sporting a slightly curly beard at his mouth and chin. His cheerful demeanor gave him an approachable air.
He wore light armor on his upper body, while his lower half remained unarmored. A longsword rested on each side of his waist — a clear sign of someone trained for agility over brute strength.
A light warrior, most likely... Sakeer mused.
"Name's Dosari," the man said with a broad smile. "These three are my good friends — and fellow members of our adventurer team."
"I'm Basque."
"Lehr."
"Rand."
The other three introduced themselves one by one.
Sakeer observed them carefully. They were all roughly the same age, and although none revealed their roles directly, their gear spoke volumes.
Lehr and Rand looked remarkably similar, both with light blond hair — likely twins. Each of them carried a sturdy silver shield strapped to their left and right arms, suggesting defensive roles.
Basque, on the other hand, carried a bow — clearly the team's archer.
A front-line tank pair, an archer, and a light warrior as their leader... but no spellcasters, and more importantly, no healer.
Their unusual party composition explained their interest in Sakeer.
"Our adventurer team is called 'The Rocks,'" Dosari added proudly. "As the name suggests, we specialize in defensive battles."
His eagerness to explain — even before the client approved Sakeer's request — spoke volumes. Dosari hadn't shown this much enthusiasm for Nfirea, the very person who had commissioned them.
Sakeer understood the reason perfectly.
"Sakeer," he introduced himself with a brief nod, keeping his tone simple.
Dosari smiled wider and turned to Nfirea expectantly.
Clearly, as far as the adventurers were concerned — as long as the client agreed, Sakeer was welcome to join.