Summoned with an SSS-Rank Portal Skill

"Do you remember the name of the family?" William asked.

In this situation, Rebo was the one with the clues to follow. He was the one who knew his mother.

"I don't… But her name is Geneva Karl, so that might help," Rebo said.

William shook his head. "That's assuming she used her real name here. Remember, she left you for a reason. There might be things about her you don't know."

Rebo was very young when she left. What he knew about her—like where she used to work—came from his father. Otherwise, he'd be completely in the dark.

"Yeah, you're right," Rebo said, visibly saddened by the situation.

There was nothing he could do about it. His mother's disappearance was a mystery, and he'd have to dig deep, knowing he might uncover secrets he wasn't ready for.

"Let's start with her name, then," William said. "It's better than nothing. There's a chance she used it here, even if it was a long time ago…"

Their first stop was the adventurers' guild. It was a common institution in every kingdom, though some branches weren't connected.

The guild in this kingdom, for instance, had no ties to the ones in William's homeland. But human societies always seemed to create something similar eventually, as mages everywhere wanted to use their powers to make money.

They went there because Rebo had said his mother was a strong mage who worked for the guild years ago. It was a long shot, but it was a start.

William found the guild's building in the city—a massive, four-story structure that looked clean and well-organized.

As he stepped inside, eyes turned to him. Most people gave him pitying looks, noticing his missing arm.

"Excuse me," he said to the man at the counter. "Can I speak to your manager?"

"Welcome," the attendant replied. "But may I ask why?"

"I need to find someone—an adventurer who lived here and might've worked for the guild a few years back," William said.

"I'm sorry, but our clients' information is private. We can't share that."

William's patience was wearing thin. "The person we're looking for is this young man's mother," he said, gesturing to Rebo.

"Sir, I'm sorry. We can't disclose information about our adventurers like that."

That was the last straw. William unleashed his powerful aura.

The mana—and more importantly, the demonic energy—radiating from him was suffocating. The attendant stumbled back a few steps, sweating profusely.

Everyone else in the guild, sitting at tables or standing around, was trembling and sweating too.

"Who is this guy?" one of them muttered.

It was a level of power they'd never encountered before.

"Please, I really need this information," William said, his voice calm but firm.

This time, the attendant was too overwhelmed to respond.

Then the manager appeared—a man in fine clothes, sporting a mustache and a hat. He smiled at William.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir. Please, follow me."

William reined in his aura after hearing the manager. Finally, someone was willing to talk.

He followed him to a private room in the back, a place most adventurers weren't allowed to enter.

The manager offered him a glass of wine and some food. The room had a fireplace, giving it a warm, cozy feel.

The treatment had completely changed once William showed his power. That's how the world worked.

Rebo, who was with him, was stunned by William's aura. He looked at his master with awe, thinking, "I want to be like him one day."

"So, what do you need?" the manager asked. "I'm here to help with anything."

William explained the situation, saying he was looking for someone—Rebo's mother.

Of course, he didn't mention that she'd abandoned Rebo and her husband out of the blue. That was private.

"I can check the records for you and look for her name," the manager said. "You mentioned she might've worked for the guild years ago? How long ago?"

"About twenty years, I think," William said. "According to Rebo, it was before he was born."

"Alright. Wait here, please. It might take a while to find the right records."

The manager left the room. The guild had a room dedicated to storing records of all the missions adventurers had taken.

But finding missions from twenty years ago tied to Rebo's mother? That would take some digging.

While they waited, William and Rebo stayed in the cozy room, sipping wine and nibbling on food. It was a rare moment of calm.

"Master, what was that aura?" Rebo couldn't help but ask. "Was that your full power?"

"No, not even close," William said. "But did you see how power gets results? If I weren't that strong, we wouldn't even be talking to the manager right now."

"Not your full power? That's incredible!"

Rebo's eyes sparkled with admiration as he looked at William.

Eventually, the manager returned with a stack of documents.

"These are all the mission records from twenty-five to twenty years ago," he said. "You'll have to go through them yourself and return the papers to me in a few days when you're done."

The guild kept records, but they weren't organized by name or anything so convenient. It was already impressive they still had documents from two decades ago.

William thanked him. "I'll return the files as soon as we're done. Thank you."

"No trouble at all," the manager replied.

They left the guild and set out to find a good place to review the files. They decided on a tavern, but this time, they chose a more luxurious one.

It wasn't about the luxury itself—William wanted the higher security that came with upscale taverns.

He needed a safe place to go through the files without worrying about interruptions or threats.

After securing a nice room, William split the stack of files into two piles.

Rebo knew he'd be helping, but he didn't mind at all. He was eager to dig for more information about his mother. That was why he was there in the first place.

They sat side by side at a desk in the room and began sifting through the files.

There were no pictures of the adventurers, only names. They were banking on Rebo's mother having used the same name—Geneva Karl—twenty years ago during her missions.

It was a long shot, but it was all they had.