Prologue

"Welcome…"

The girl unenthusiastically greeted the guests entering the shop.

A group of four had come in. She had never met them before; it was her first time seeing them.

A muscle-brained swordsman, a gloomy magician, a seemingly malicious healer, and a thief with a vulgar smile.

Though they were called thieves, they weren't criminals — it was simply the name of the class. She could tell. Along with their classes, their HP, MP, and levels were displayed in her vision.

It was a little depressing at times, but she put up with it since it came with the job and was convenient.

"Hey, Nee-chan. I want to check the commissions, but…"

The muscle-brained swordsman leaned forward onto the counter.

It's stupid to ask before even looking once. Swallowing the words back before they left her throat, the girl gestured toward the window on the left.

"There's a list on the bulletin board over there…"

"Ah, sorry!"

The group of four walked over to the bulletin board.

This place was the guild association's Lunéville branch.

Its main operations were guild member registration, commission services, and verifying their completion.

Since branches doubled as places to rest and exchange information, many guilds were furnished with bars. The Lunéville branch was no exception; the tables and chairs spread out in front of the girl served that purpose.

Normally, a branch's bar wouldn't be considered thriving, but the Lunéville branch's tables were currently completely full. There were even people eating and drinking while leaning against the wall.

Lunch had passed long ago, yet most of the patrons from earlier had stayed.

 

"Get back to work…"

At her grumbling voice, a group of swordsmen sitting on the other side of the counter burst into guffaws.

"That's impossible! This town hardly has any bars or restaurants left!"

"Cheap! Delicious! And above all, there's beauties like Ilya-chan!"

"The Lunéville branch is the best! All thanks to Ilya-chan!"

The two drunk swordsmen thrust out their tankards, growing more and more excited.

(Is it fine if I just ignore them…?)

Continuing to be exasperated, the girl — Ilya — felt sorry for them.

As the guild member from a moment ago had said, this town's name was Lunéville. Despite its size, it had few restaurants. The girl knew that she herself was the cause of that decline. Even so, though she felt sorry for what she had done to the town's residents…

"Ilya-chan, how about a cup yourself!?"

The man laughing pleasantly beside the swordsman happened to be a former pub owner.

To be fair to him, it wasn't that he was getting drunk because he was a useless person.

He had originally opened a bar out of his love for sake, but as the branch's restaurant prospered his profits inversely plummeted, until he eventually had to close his establishment.

However, she had pleaded with him, and arranged for his supplier connections to be put to use here.

The swordsman next to him had served as escort for the trader; the sake had been transported in around midday. Right now, the celebration was in full swing.

"I wonder if my old lady is doing things properly…"

"Of course. Cecilita-san's knife handling is perfect."

She answered seriously this time.

She really did mean it as praise, but the men took it as flattery and gave wry smiles.

"I really can't thank Ilya-chan enough…"

(I'm the one who wants to give thanks, though.)

Besides Cecilita, many of the people who used to run the food businesses in this town worked in the branch. Even though the branch had stolen away their tourists, none of them voiced a single complaint.

If you go to Lunéville, you can eat delicious local cuisine and food you've never even seen or heard of before.

Word of that sort spread, and the branch became famous for something other than its original function.

It now earned more income than the guild branch itself, so it wasn't an exaggeration to say the place was supported by its earnings as a restaurant.

"Nee-chan, we'll take this commission."

The muscle-brained swordsman from earlier presented a commission slip from the bulletin board.

The girl accepted the commission slip and placed it between two glass panels nearby.

"A monster subjugation commission…? Please present your registration cards."

"Here ya go!"

She took the four registration cards he handed over and held them up over the glass panel.

Channeling magical power into it, the glass panel glowed with a faint light.

The glass panel was a magic tool — what was called a scanner. Along with prior violations and rank, it cross-referenced the contract against the guild record and determined whether the commission could be accepted.

The light shifted to blue, then the glow vanished. A red light would have meant it was inadvisable for them to accept it; blue meant the document was approved.

(Alright, it's safe.)

With this, there was no need to worry about complaints.

"The registration is complete."

She set the registration cards and commission slip on the counter and slid them back.

"Subjugations outside the designated area don't count, so please be careful… … Good luck."

"Yeah! Let's go!"

Watching their backs, she saw the group of four off.

"What's wrong, Ilya-chan? … … Ah, no way, are they your type!?"

"Of course not. I was just thinking that with their abilities they could split into two groups and accept another commission."

"Then… you should have told them."

"That's not in the job description."

The girl flatly declared that she wouldn't bother with such a hassle.

Ranks were assigned to guild members and to requests in order to set limits on which commissions could be accepted.

Accordingly, she would give warnings to those attempting ill-advised subjugation commissions.

It was useless most of the time, but those who heeded her warnings would keep listening to her words afterwards.

"If it's Ilya-chan, she can see through anything."

The man eating his meal at the counter smiled without a hint of sarcasm.

"I don't really know anything…"

Her words weren't modesty; she couldn't see a person's past or emotions with [God's Eyes].

"There you go being modest again."

The man said that as he sank his teeth into his favorite dish, fried chicken.

As he chewed and swallowed, a subtle change occurred in his agility and endurance stats. When the body was uneasily digesting food and using energy for digestion, endurance and agility would fall more than usual.

Her unique skill [God's Eyes], a special ability that couldn't be obtained through effort or talent alone, was at its maximum value of level ten.

When activated, it allowed her to see through everything like the eyes of a god, perceiving people's stats and skills, potential, conditions, and equipment in detail.

Not just people, but also monsters' skills and stats, and even the details of an item's effects, were all the same to her.

Being able to see a hostile opponent's remaining endurance, their condition, and their weak points, it was a skill that carried great advantages in combat.

However, she had no intention of demonstrating her ability to its fullest.

—She didn't want to kill anymore.

That was the conclusion she, the reincarnated one, had arrived at while living in this world.

She had always struggled.

Her biological parents feared her ability and abandoned her.

Driven out of the village, she wandered the world for five years, beating down monsters and bandits in her dark past.

Then she arrived here, at the Lunéville guild branch, seeking refuge.

 

*

 

That ordinary young man who had worked like livestock in his previous life, Akino Tomoaki, was no more.

Tomoaki, whose natural lifespan had been cut short at a young age by a clumsy goddess, had been offered a completely cheat-filled second life as recompense, and he took it.

Now, his — no, her — name was Ilya Schultz.

Working in the guild association's Lunéville branch, she was the cheat receptionist who, if she so chose, could become omniscient and omnipotent.