I Raised the Demon Queen (Now She Won't Leave Me Alone)-Chapter 54 : Farewell to the Guild

Elias had always imagined that, when he finally left the guild, it would be because of some glorious, triumphant event—like singlehandedly saving a noble's life from wyverns while also curing the village's goat plague. Not... slipping out before dawn with a crumpled resignation letter in hand and a faint dread clinging to his shoulders.

"Couldn't even make it to goat plague," he muttered to himself.

The guild building stood solid and welcoming against the early morning light. The sign above the door swung gently in the breeze, as if waving him in for one last shift. Its warm golden wood, always polished by one of the junior healers, glinted like a farewell banner.

Elias hesitated, then took a breath and stepped inside.

It was quiet—too early for the midday rush of adventurers with sprained ankles, singed eyebrows, or full-on curses involving fish. But the front desk was already manned.

And of course, it was Gracie.

The receptionist looked up from her tea, her short silver hair still in sleep-rumpled curls. She blinked at him. "You're early. Or late. Depends on how guilty your face is."

"I brought breakfast?" Elias held up a paper bag containing two lemon scones.

Gracie narrowed her eyes. "You're either quitting or confessing a war crime."

He winced. "Both is a stretch, but... yeah. Kind of the first one."

She was silent. Then stood, walked over, and took the scones without ceremony. "Okay. Let's go to the back."

The guild's breakroom was as comforting as always. A little too many mugs labeled "Don't Touch," a corkboard overloaded with passive-aggressive reminders ("Clean your own cauldron!!! –L"), and a worn sofa that devoured anyone who sat too deep.

Elias dropped into the far end, hands fidgeting around the rolled letter.

Gracie took her time unwrapping a scone. "You're really leaving."

He nodded. "I have to. It's not safe here. For... a certain small someone."

"Rhea."

"Yeah."

Gracie exhaled. "I figured. The day you brought her in, you changed. Used to be all grumpy and aloof. Now you're grumpy and overly dad-like."

Elias chuckled. "I don't know what I'm doing half the time."

"Nobody does. But you cared. That counted for a lot around here." She leaned forward. "You helped everyone. Even the ones who didn't deserve it. Remember when you healed Bragg after that alley brawl?"

"He tripped on his own sword trying to mug someone."

"Exactly. And you still stitched his leg up like he was royalty. That's the kind of man you are."

Elias looked down, touched. "Thanks, Gracie."

She reached into her pocket and handed him a tiny, poorly sewn plush of a potion bottle. "Made this last night. Just had a feeling."

He stared. "Is it bleeding from the cork?"

"It's creative license."

"...Thanks."

The news didn't stay secret long.

By midday, several familiar faces had filtered into the lounge, each pretending they were "just on break." Really, they were here for him.

There was Jonas, the ex-adventurer turned healer who always reeked of garlic poultices and peppermint tea. "You can't go, Elias," he said gruffly. "Who's going to fix the paperwork I ruin?"

"You could try not ruining it."

"Blasphemy."

Then Lira entered—a sorceress with a fiery temper and even brighter eyeliner. "You're abandoning us? Who's going to roll their eyes when I make wand jokes?"

"I'm sure Jonas can try."

Jonas looked horrified. "I don't joke. I ferment."

By now, the room was crowded—half the guild, really. Even the twins, Mikka and Mako, who usually avoided anything emotional like the plague, were lingering near the door with matching "we're-not-crying-you-are" expressions.

Elias rubbed the back of his neck. "This was supposed to be quiet."

Lira crossed her arms. "Tough. You've been here five years. Saved gods know how many limbs. We're allowed to throw a pity party."

Jonas nodded. "With soup."

Lira whispered, "Not the soup."

"THE soup."

"NO."

Elias laughed, his chest tight. "You guys..."

Gracie stepped forward, holding his letter now. "We'll accept your resignation. But on one condition."

Elias raised a brow. "Condition?"

She reached under the breakroom table and pulled out a worn, hand-bound book. On the cover, in gold-leaf ink, were the words:

'Guild Idiots: Volume IV'

Elias's jaw dropped. "You kept the idiocy logs?"

"Every great misadventure. Every failed healing spell. Every time someone tried to cast 'Cure Wounds' and turned someone's hair into vines." She opened it to a bookmarked page.

"'Day 422: Elias attempted to heal a fever but ended up giving Jonas brief, glorious abs.'"

Jonas sighed dreamily. "They glistened..."

"You're taking this with you," Gracie said. "So you remember us. And so you don't forget that you belonged somewhere."

Elias reached for it slowly, touched. "You guys are the worst. And the best."

"Damn right," Lira sniffled.

Later, when the crowd had thinned and the goodbyes were done, Elias stood outside the guild one last time. The sky was a lazy lavender, clouds drifting like sleepy sheep.

Rhea stood by the tree just across the road, arms folded. "Took you long enough. Thought you got ambushed by soup again."

He smiled and held up the book. "They gave me a chronicle of our collective stupidity."

She peered over. "What's this one?" She pointed to a sketched page.

"'The Levitating Leech Incident.' We don't talk about it."

She smirked. "You're going to miss them."

He nodded. "Yeah. A lot."

She looked down. "Me too. Even though I only set the hallway carpet on fire twice."

"Three times."

"...Right. Forgot the storage closet counts."

Elias chuckled, then glanced back at the guild. "They were good people. I never thought I'd find that after the war. Or after everything."

Rhea took his hand again, softer this time. "But you did."

"Yeah."

She pulled the potion plush from his pocket. "What's this thing bleeding?"

He sighed. "Creative license."

"Cool."

They stood there together, the breeze tugging lightly at their cloaks, the world turning slowly beneath their feet.

Then Rhea asked, "So... how far's the demon ruin again?"

"Very."

"Ugh. I hope there's a bath."

"No promises."

She grumbled. "I should've joined the Church. At least they have pews to nap on."

Elias ruffled her hair. "C'mon, terror. We've got a new Chapter to start."

She grinned. "Better be weird."

"It always is with you."

And together, they walked into the fading light, leaving behind the guild, the town, and the soft ache of goodbyes. But not alone. Never alone.

To be continued...