Makeshift Wolf Brigade II⓪
As I was spacing out, something started patting me.
“Na?”
It was Dagaa, the mysterious little four-eared, red-eyed creature. Where had he been?
A purple jewel was glowing on his forehead.
“Ah, yeah, I’m okay. Want to go out together for the first time in a while?”
“Na!”
He clambered up onto me. Isn’t he going to turn into a Knife?
It seems Mineha-san and Ruriha-san aren’t home.
Well then, shall we head to the Guild first?
If we’re going, I’d like to take on a request and go exploring.
Unlike yesterday, I reached the Guild safely without anyone bothering me.
I immediately looked at the Tier V Seeker bulletin board.
“Requests for the town’s Dungeon… none, huh?”
“Na?”
I couldn’t find any request forms that looked like it.
Considering it’s only been a week since it was opened, that might be normal.
There are requests for other Dungeons, though.
“Woof! Lord Wof!”
“That voice, is it Juicy-san?”
“Um, um, um, it’s Juicy!”
“Na!”
She stopped in front of me and greeted me with a smile.
Jet-black hair that looked wet flowed down past her waist. She had adorable, large, chestnut-brown, sparkling eyes.
Her petite and lovely features matched them perfectly. Black dog ears and a splendid dog tail.
Right now, it was wagging so hard it cut through the air.
She wore a red-and-black checkered jacket over a white collared shirt with a red necktie.
She wore a bright red skirt with a white belt.
Attached to her belt were a pink pouch and a quiver, and she carried a bow on her lower back.
She was a dazzlingly beautiful dog-person girl, like a radiant idol from my past life’s memories.
Dog… no doubt about it, right?
“Um, hello to you too, Dagaa-chan.”
“Na!”
“Wah, woof?”
Dagaa leaped into Juicy-san’s chest.
Juicy-san, though surprised, picked him up as if she were used to it.
“Why is Juicy-san here?”
“Um, I was running an errand.”
“An errand? Ah, sorry.”
She’s Marquise Tasan’s daughter. It might not be something I should ask about.
Juicy-san panicked.
“Um, um, woof. Um, the errand was to deliver a letter from Dova-neesama to the Guild Master. And, um, um, um, I don’t know the contents of the letter. I’m sorry.”
“No, no, there’s no need to apologize. I don’t want to know the contents of the letter.”
The contents of a letter between the Guild Master and a Marquise’s daughter. I definitely don’t want to know.
“Yo. Both of you.”
Feeling like I was called, I turned around to see a man standing there.
He had wild red hair and black horns. His eyes were pale green, and he wore a black iron eyepatch over his right eye.
He had reasonably dignified features, but his stubble ruined the look.
His tall, well-built body was clad in a red jacket, black shirt, and black trousers.
The saber at his lower back was an OOPArts called “Flame Tongue.”
The pinnacle of Seekers. A Tier I Seeker. Agaro of the “Ruinblade.”
“Hello, Mr. Agaro.”
“Um, um, hello.”
“Yo. What a coincidence. What are you two up to?”
“Na!”
“You were here too?”
“Na?”
Dagaa tilted his head from within Juicy-san’s arms.
Mr. Agaro gave a wry smile.
“Actually, I was looking to see if there were any requests for the town’s Dungeon.”
“I see. And there weren’t any, right?”
“Right. And you, Mr. Agaro?”
“I’m about to take on a Guild request. Perfect timing. Won’t you two help out?”
“Help out?”
“Um, um, Mr. Agaro. Me too?”
“That’s right. Wof aside, I know your strength well, young lady. Of course, I’ll pay you a reward too. How about it?”
I thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Understood.”
“Um, um, um, um, if Lord Wof is doing it, then I’ll do it too!”
Juicy-san’s dog ears perked up straight, her eyes sparkled, and her breathing was heavy.
Her tail was wagging so hard it looked like it might fly off; she was full of motivation.
“Na!”
“You’re coming too?”
“Na!”
Mr. Agaro laughed.
“Alright. It’s settled then. Well then, let’s get started right away—”
“Well, if it isn’t Wof.”
That voice— Purple hair and purple eyes. A beautiful woman with somewhat youthful yet pretty features.
A white cape, a white top, and a black skirt. A remarkably simple outfit.
Today, she wasn’t wrapped in a robe with her hood up.
“Narcissus-san!?”
“What a coincidence, Wof. What, is ‘Ruinblade’ with you too?”
“Yo.”
“Um, um, is that ‘Generous’ Reappearance’?”
“You. Tasan’s… and who’s that little one there?”
“Na!”
“Hmm. So you’re Dagaa. Well, I already knew, but Ura is Narcissus.”
“Na?”
“Yes, that’s right. Nice to meet you.”
After their… conversation? Narcissus-san lightly patted Dagaa’s head.
“So, Wof. What were you doing?”
“I was about to help Mr. Agaro.”
“‘Ruinblade’s’?”
“And you, Narcissus-san?”
“Ura is staying for about another week, and frankly, I’m bored. So I came to the Guild thinking I’d try being a Seeker again for the first time in a while, but I didn’t really get it and was in a bit of a bind!”
“Eeeh…”
“…Hey, hey.”
“Na?”
I can’t believe those are the words of a Tier I Seeker.
“In times like that, you should ask the Receptionist.”
“I’m scared of talking to people I don’t know.”
“Eeeh…”
“That’s why I’m glad I ran into you, someone I know. So, helping ‘Ruinblade’? That sounds interesting. Ura will help too. Is that okay, ‘Ruinblade’?”
“…Well, I don’t really have a reason to refuse.”
Mr. Agaro gave a wry smile.
“In that case, let me reintroduce myself. I’m Narcissus=Utopia. A pleasure!”
“Um, um, woof. I’m Juicy=Tasan. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Na!”
“Agaro. Nice to meet ya.”
“I’m Wof. Nice to meet you.”
We finished our round of greetings.
Mr. Agaro grinned.
“This is that, isn’t it?”
“Um, um, um, it’s that!”
“Oh, young lady. You get it, huh?”
“Um, woof, yes!”
“That?”
“Na?”
“What is it?”
Mr. Agaro and Juicy-san looked at each other and nodded. It was like they’d been waiting for this.
“”It’s the Makeshift Wolf Brigade, it is!””
Ah, so it’s that.
Narcissus-san seemed a little put off by their excitement.
“Makeshift… what?”
“The Makeshift Wolf Brigade. It’s our party name.”
“Heeh, the Makeshift Wolf Brigade… I like it!”
It seems she took a liking to it for some reason.
And so, we… where was this iteration of the Makeshift Wolf Brigade going, and what were we going to do?