Dragged to Another World… and I Took the Goddess with me!-Chapter 70: Party of Three and a Walking Lawsuit

Finally, after a long and mind-numbing process, Chestelle’s registration was nearly complete.

Well—technically Finn had done all the actual work. Chestelle mostly just stared at shiny things, had Finn’s guidance, and asked if she was legally his wife now.

The receptionist rolled up the completed scroll and slipped it into a crystal tube. It shot up into the ceiling with a fwoosh, disappearing to whatever mysterious bureaucracy heaven awaited it.

Next, she pulled out a steampunk-esque printer powered by a glowing blue crystal. With practiced boredom, she slid in a tan-white card and let the thing churn like a magical DMV.

A few mechanical clunks and whirs later, Chestelle was officially registered with the Majestic Wiggles Party.

Finn let out a dramatic sigh. "Finally. It’s over." Like he just came back from war instead of checking a few boxes.

Chestelle took the card, stared at it. Then stared at Finn. Then back at the card.

Like it was a dead fish and she didn’t know what to do with it.

"You’re supposed to be excited," Finn deadpanned.

"Oh!" Chestelle perked up and bounced in place. "Yayyy!"

The receptionist raised an eyebrow at the interaction. "Is that all you needed?"

Finn blinked. "Oh! Wait—yeah, uh, why did I even have to register them into my party? I thought you had to do that if you wanted to adventure together?"

"Well... yes and no," she said, rubbing her temples like this was her 800th time explaining it. "You can adventure with people outside your party, but when you return, the pay and contributions are split by party. It’s cleaner and more efficient if you’re all in one group. Less paperwork. Less arguments. Less... lawsuits."

Finn nodded like he understood, though his brain was mostly thinking about breakfast.

"So yeah, for legal and financial reasons, it’s best if people you regularly team with are part of your registered party."

The receptionist sighed. You could tell she’d said that line so many times she might one day scream it in her sleep.

Then, she gestured toward Liclthorn.

And dear god.

"Is... is she going to register?" Even the receptionist looked shaken, her face frozen somewhere between horror and secondhand embarrassment.

Lickthorn was lying on one of the wooden tables, legs in the air, hips thrusting rhythmically like she was performing a cursed mating ritual—or trying to summon an incubus with pelvic magic. Either way, the men in the guild gave her a ten-foot radius like she had fleas and an open flame.

Finn and the receptionist both stared in stunned silence, their mouths slightly open as a hesitant "Uhhh..." slipped out in sync, their vocal cords too confused to form real words.

Majestria, meanwhile, was off to the side, casually inspecting her feet again like this was a spa day. How long was she going to check her damn toes or body for?

Regardless, Finn and the receptionist slowly turned to each other, then back at Lickthorn, who was still... thrusting.

"I think we can register her another time," Finn said slowly.

"Yeah..." the receptionist agreed.

But fate wasn’t that merciful.

Lickthorn suddenly arched her neck back, eyes locking onto them like she’d just smelled gossip. Without warning, she leapt up like a woman possessed and sprinted over, stopping beside Chestelle—who was still hopping in place, excitedly swinging her new guild card around like it was a golden ticket.

Lickthorn leaned across the counter, tilting her head just enough to make it weird. "Do you need something, Finn~?"

"Uh... yeah. Do you have your guild card...?" he asked carefully, like defusing a bomb.

"Oh?" She reached into her pockets and pulled out a dusty, tan-white card. "You mean this?"

Finn nodded slowly. "Yeah... that. I need you to register under our party." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Please."

Lickthorn let out a soft, satisfied sound. Not quite a moan, not quite a hiss—just something... unholy. Her pupils dilated as she stared at Finn, and he immediately regretted every decision that led to this moment.

She then turned her eyes to the receptionist, biting her lip and glaring daggers at the woman’s chest like it had personally insulted her.

With visible hesitation, the receptionist took the card and wordlessly walked off, bringing it to a strange silver contraption embedded in the wall. She slid the card into a slot, pulled down a lever, and waited.

A faint click. Then a beep.

She lifted the handle, retrieved the card, and walked back to the counter—now looking more exhausted than ever.

She slapped the card on the desk and said flatly, "Your guild card is expired. Also... you’re banned from most—actually almost all guilds. Except this one."

Finn blinked. "Wait, how are you banned from almost all the guilds?"

The receptionist didn’t answer. She just slowly shook her head.

And Lickthorn smiled like a proud goblin.

At this point, Finn didn’t even want to know what Lickthorn had done to get banned from every guild like some kind of horny war criminal. Honestly, it was probably best left in the dark.

"Can she just get a new card?" he asked, desperately.

The receptionist shook her head. "No. Not unless she pays the fee. First registration is free, but card renewal costs money."

"So just like a driver’s license..." Finn muttered under his breath, already tired of this fantasy world’s DMV-tier bureaucracy.

"And how much would that be?" he asked, bracing for impact.

"Three silver," she said flatly.

Finn’s soul cracked like an old USB stick. He gave a fake, shaky smile. He had no idea how the economy worked here, but three silver sounded like a crime against broke adventurers. Especially ones who could barely afford socks.

He was still living off the charity of this poor overworked receptionist. Even with the silver and three copper she’d handed him yesterday, he was basically operating on charity and lones.

"Oh, I see..." Finn said, defeated.

"She can still go on quests with you," the receptionist added, "but... I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s frowned upon. Socially. Legally. Spiritually."

’So it’s like driving without car insurance,’ Finn thought grimly. And yeah, that metaphor held way too well.

"Well then!" Finn suddenly slapped both palms onto the counter with a burst of theatrical resolve. "I think we all know where I need to go next!"

Chestelle perked up, bouncing with excitement. Lickthorn shivered like she thought Finn was about to mount her on the counter. The receptionist raised a brow in curiosity.

"To get my—!"

Growwwl.

Finn paused. His stomach howled in protest, like a dying animal that needed a cheeseburger.

He looked down at himself.

"...Damn it."