Introduction: I remember standing with my father on the city tower, one day. I admired the lands around the city with my innocent six-year-old eyes."Dad, how can you tell if you're doing a good job?" I asked him.He stared at me, and then scanned the horizon as he usually did. "Do you see an enemy army besieging us?" He asked."No.""A monster horde laying waste to all our society built?" He continued in the same calm voice."No, dad!" I giggled, nervous."Are our farms and city on fire?""Of course not!" I protested."Then, the scouts did their job very, very well. Listen, son. There are more threats out there than you can count on your little fingers. If we don't find them and flag them for extermination, all we've built may come to an end."Now, years later, I stand on the same tower, looking at the same land. My father, may the Gods have his soul, left me his Class, his enchanted bow, and his most treasured secret.But more important than that, he left me his duty.Have you ever wondered how that little slip of paper telling people a Goblin village exists in the forest? Or that Wargs are threatening farms? It's because someone went out there to find them. To find the threat before it can grow and ruin our precious civilization.I am a Scout by trade, and I work for the Adventurer's Guild.=================================================================What to NOT expect:* Harem.* A Murderhobo MC.* Dereliction of duty (by MC).* AI-generated or assisted content....