Wof 13 Years Old ⑨
A beautiful girl. Therefore, a bishoujo.
But this way of saying ‘beautiful girl’ is from my past life.
Around here, that kind of expression is apparently called “Gaabera’s Honey Blossom”.
Honestly, saying that one is more embarrassing.
“Nn… What is it?”
“Ah, no, it’s just…”
I recognize her. Or rather, there’s no way I could forget.
She’s a member of the Tier III Seeker party ‘Torquetum’ that I saved.
Peach-white. Her hair, which shone with a peach-white luster, was cut short.
It shines naturally, without any unnaturalness, but no matter how I look at it, she doesn’t seem human.
Or perhaps she’s an android or something of that sort?
Come to think of it, in this world, there are Golems, Dolls, and Puppets among the Dungeon monsters.
They’re classified differently from ore monsters like Kobolds, Kobels, or Bergmännlein.
Or maybe, judging from her space opera-like attire…
Is she some kind of unknown intelligent life form not native to this world, like an alien?
But from my perspective, Beastmen, Elves, and Fauns…
And though I’ve never seen them, Faerials and Edda are probably similar.
Anyway, her large red eyes have a sleepy look.
Moreover, her skin is pale. Her eyes are red too.
She somehow gives off a vampire-like vibe.
Vampires exist in this world too.
Since there are Undead like Skeletons and Ghosts, it wouldn’t be strange for them to exist.
Classification-wise, they’re monsters, but not Dungeon monsters.
“…”
Looking closely, the black jacket with red lines isn’t something from this world.
It’s the same kind of thing as the super high-tech white bodysuit she’s wearing underneath.
That white bodysuit clung tightly to her skin.
Blue lines and geometric patterns, marks, and numbers.
It has contours, so it’s not exactly like bare skin.
But even so, her body lines were clearly visible.
Her chest wasn’t particularly large; instead, her lower body carried more presence.
However, since she was wearing jeans-like pants, it wasn’t completely clear.
And then there’s the integrally molded black Blade hanging at her waist.
I can tell it’s black because there’s no sheath. She probably doesn’t need one.
The Blade’s guard forms a circle, and the hilt has blue lines.
Somehow, just somehow, I thought it might be military-issue.
It clearly gave off a vibe of some kind of special forces or something similar.
“Nn… Something… is missing… I think.”
The girl said coolly, matter-of-factly.
“I-I get that feeling too.”
“…Why do I feel that way… Liv. I understand.”
Liv. Is that her name?
“What is it exactly?”
“…It’s because… these Knives… Nn. Aren’t OOPArts… that’s why.”
“Eh?”
“Nn… Because they’re not OOPArts… they’re not enough.”
What is she talking about? But is that what it is?
“Because they’re not OOPArts, huh?”
Now that she mentions it, it feels like it fits.
Is that what’s missing?
“Nn… That’s what ‘not enough’ means…”
“But there’s no way OOPArts are just lying around.”
And even if there were, I couldn’t possibly afford them.
Since I’m not a Seeker, I can’t get them in a Dungeon either.
If it were possible, maybe I could find one in the Junkyard.
But if it’s an OOPArt, it’s definitely Super Ultra Rare. It would have a blue glow, right?
So far, the only blue glow I’ve found was the Elixir.
“…Strange.”
“Eh?”
“Nn… There’s a scent coming from you.”
“A-A scent?”
What could it be? Like, body odor?
No, but I took a bath yesterday.
“Liv? Where are you? Liv? Liv?”
Suddenly, a voice called out for her.
It was calling her name repeatedly, searching for her.
“Nn… Pachira is calling… Well then… see you.”
Muttering that, she quickly left.
“What was that all about?”
Who’s the strange one here?
Also, it seems like she didn’t figure out who I was.
I feel a little relieved.
“But OOPArts, huh?”
At that time, I hadn’t even begun to question it.
The fact that she needs OOPArts implies she possesses a Relic.
In other words, Liv had seen right through me, realizing I had a Relic.
I only realized that after I got home.
“Maybe I’ll buy some meat before heading home.”
A chunk of meat and some bread.
“Hey.”
A voice called out to stop me, and three boys appeared, blocking my path.
The three had drawn their swords, though they looked crude.
“?”
“Yeah, you.”
“J-Just cooperate.”
“What is it?”
What’s this about? It’s not something I brag about, but I don’t have any friends.
Partly because I don’t need them, but mostly because kids are basically my enemies, so I just don’t make any.
But I recognize the one in front.
He’s the guy who got hurt by a broken copper sword at the Junkyard before.
“Money. Hand it over.”
The injured one said, pointing his sword at me.
“I don’t have any.”
“Don’t play dumb. You’ve got hundreds of thousands, don’t ya?”
“Hand it over if you don’t wanna get hurt!”
Hundreds of thousands… Ah… so that’s it.
These guys. Were they at the Antique Shop? Sigh.
“I don’t have that much.”
“Don’t screw with us!”
“You bastard. Do you know whose Hired Pups we are?”
He grinned maliciously.
These guys. Hired Pups, huh?
“Nope, I don’t know.”
And I’m not interested.
“The Tier IV Seeker. Bobbis-sama!”
“He’s Tier IV!”
“Oi! If you get it, then hurry up and hand it over!”
Bobbis? I don’t know many Seekers in the first place.
But well…
“Bobbis? What should I say… that’s a terrible name.”
“You bastard! Add ‘-sama’!”
“Are you defying us?!”
“I’ll kill you!”
The three suddenly flew into a rage. They swung their swords and attacked.
To put it bluntly, thinking you can win just because you have a sword is, well, generally correct.
Against an amateur, you can swing a weapon to instill fear and cut them down in that opening.
People fear weapons because they know.
They know it can cut them, injure them, and if they’re unlucky, kill them.
However, that only applies when facing an amateur.
I stepped in to dodge the first one’s sword and landed a heavy fist in his stomach.
“Gah!”
As I stepped back from the second one’s sword swing, I kicked upwards, aiming for his jaw.
“Buah!”
I evaded the third one’s wide Saber swing by circling behind him and twisted his neck.
“Kofuah!”
Right. Finished. No, maybe not yet.
Still, this is the first time I’ve been attacked like this.
“Now then, what to do?”
That’s already decided. I’ll just leave them like this.
They’re bound to come looking for a resolution sooner or later.
Two days later.
“Hey.”
As I was walking through a back alley, those three appeared behind me.
They were smirking creepily.
And blocking the path ahead was a middle-aged man.
He was chubby, and his hair was a little thin on top.
I expected it, but his appearance wasn’t great either.
Sorry, but… he reeks of a small-time villain.
“Are you Wof?”
“I am, but what about it?”
“What about it? I am the great Tier IV Seeker, Bobbis-sama!”
Just as I thought. He came.