Chapter 33: Wyvern Quest

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Chapter 33 of "I Have a Military Shop Tab in Fantasy World" starts with thrilling twists: Chapter 33: Wyvern QuestThe sun crested over the rooftops of Elandra, casting a golden hue... Continue the story!

Chapter 33: Wyvern QuestThe sun crested over the rooftops of Elandra, casting a golden hue across the cobblestone streets as the city stirred with fresh energy. Market carts rolled into place, shopkeepers lifted shutters, and the scent of baked bread and boiled spice drifted on the early breeze. At the Adventurer’s Guild, Inigo adjusted the strap on his new longcoat, the polished silver badge of Ebon Vanguard catching a glint of sunlight. He stepped into the hall with calm, measured strides, Lyra appearing a heartbeat later behind him—her hood down this time, silver hair unbound and gleaming like starlight. "You remembered," Inigo said, offering a half-smile. "You asked," she replied simply, brushing a strand of hair behind one pointed ear. Elise spotted them immediately and handed over a sealed scroll. "The scouts confirmed intermittent wyvern activity at Windspire Cliffs. It’s not a confirmed nest, but something’s disturbed the area. Locals won’t go near it." "Perfect," Inigo said, accepting the quest scroll. "Any other details?" "Just this," Elise added, handing over a crude map with markings on the outer cliffs. "There’s an old watchtower near the ridge. You might want to use it for observation. And try not to antagonize the wildlife unless you have to." "Noted," Lyra said, her tone sharp with focus. They left the guild shortly after, heading west out of the city and into the rolling hills. The trek was long, but not unpleasant. The sky was clear, the air crisp. They moved in silence for much of the journey, conserving energy and scanning the path ahead. By midday, the hills gave way to rocky terrain. Jagged stone formations jutted from the earth, wind howling between crevices. The Windspire Cliffs lived up to their name—harsh, exposed, and hauntingly beautiful. "There," Lyra pointed from atop a low ridge. "That’s the tower." A crumbling stone structure clung to the cliffside, its top half sheared away by some long-forgotten storm. But its foundation still stood strong, offering cover and vantage. They approached cautiously. Inigo activated his scope and scanned the skies. "Movement," he muttered. "Two—no, three shapes. Gliding." Lyra nocked an arrow. "Distance?" "Four hundred meters. Too far to shoot. They haven’t noticed us yet." They reached the base of the tower and climbed to the second level. From there, they had a clear view of the cliffs—and the wyverns circling high above. "They’re scouting," Lyra said, watching the pattern. "Looking for something." "Food," Inigo replied. "Or territory. Either way, we need to confirm their numbers and if there’s a nest." They waited. Observed. Then the wind shifted—and so did everything else. A loud screech tore through the sky as one of the wyverns banked sharply and dove straight for the cliffs. "They saw something," Inigo said, rising to his feet. Or someone. From the far side of the ridge, a scream echoed—human. "Damn it," Inigo cursed, sprinting down the stairs with Lyra close behind. "Someone’s out there." They raced along the cliffside, navigating loose gravel and steep drops. As they rounded a bend, the scene came into view—three riders, cornered by one of the wyverns. Their horses were panicked, one already down. A young man with a short sword tried to hold the beast back as it lashed out with its barbed tail. "Cover me!" Inigo barked. Lyra dropped to one knee, drawing back an arrow. "Go!" He sprinted forward. The wyvern turned its gaze on him just as Lyra’s arrow struck its wing membrane, forcing it to shriek and falter. Inigo slid to a stop, drew his Desert Eagle, and fired. BANG—BANG—BANG. Each shot landed with brutal precision, forcing the creature to rear back. It flapped wildly, trying to regain altitude, but not before Lyra’s second arrow caught it beneath the eye. It screeched, turned tail, and fled into the skies. The riders were shaken, but alive. One of them—barely sixteen—stared at Inigo like he’d seen a ghost. "Th-thank you..." "Get to safety," Inigo ordered. "Now." They didn’t need to be told twice. As the group fled, Lyra joined him. "Nicely done," she said. "You always shoot that clean?" "Only on days ending in Y." She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. They climbed back to the tower, breath still short. "We’ll need to return to confirm the threat level," Inigo said. "They’re aggressive. Protective. There’s a nest nearby for sure." Lyra pulled out the map and marked the ridge. "We’ll report this. But if the guild sends someone to cull them..." "We’ll take the quest. And if we are going to hunt every wyverns in this area, I will have to replace my weapons suitable for this task." "Weapons? So you have more than two?" Lyra asked. Inigo could have replied that he has the whole arsenal of the United States of America and other countries, but that would be too ridiculous for her to hear. *** By the time they returned to Elandra, dusk had just begun to paint the sky in soft streaks of violet and gold. The city was alive with evening energy—vendors calling out the last of their wares, lanterns flickering to life, and the guild hall pulsing with the low murmur of returning adventurers. Inigo pushed open the heavy doors of the Adventurer’s Guild, Lyra following close behind. The warmth of the hall enveloped them, the scent of parchment, leather, and cooked meat welcoming after the chill of Windspire’s cliffs. Elise looked up from the counter the moment she saw them. "You’re back earlier than expected," she said, eyebrows rising as she took in the dust on their cloaks and the fatigue on their faces. "That’s either a good sign or a very bad one." "We found the wyverns," Inigo replied. "And confirmed aggression." He unrolled the rough map Lyra had marked and spread it across the counter. "Three active flyers. They’ve claimed territory around the cliffs. At least one attacked a traveling party—we intervened. No casualties, but it was close." Sёarᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Elise’s lips thinned as she examined the map. "You sure they’re nesting?" "I’d bet on it," Lyra said, her voice steady. "They’re territorial. The moment the wind changed, they moved in fast. They’re protecting something." "I’ll inform the Guildmaster," Elise said, already reaching for a quill. "Wait here." As she disappeared into the back office, Inigo glanced sideways at Lyra. She was quiet, arms folded, silver hair brushing her shoulders as she looked out over the guild hall. "Think they’ll send someone else?" she asked. Inigo shook his head. "They’d be fools to send anyone else when we’ve already mapped the cliffs. We know what we’re dealing with. More importantly, we know where to start." A few minutes later, Elise returned—this time with a fresh scroll stamped with red wax and a new seal. "The Guildmaster agrees. The wyvern activity qualifies for a B-rank subjugation quest," she said, handing it over. "He’s assigning it directly to Ebon Vanguard. That’s you." Inigo accepted it, feeling the familiar weight of responsibility settle onto his shoulders. "Terms?" "Two gold up front. Three more upon completion. Additional bonus for confirmed elimination of the nesting site." Lyra nodded. "That’s fair." "We will take the quest."

Chapter 33: Wyvern Quest

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