"...Did ya catch all that?"
Huddled up and dressed in hunter gear so as to not stand out, a girl weaved her way from a crowd where she had stood her post. Her gaze trailed after the hunter trio as they frolicked out the Guild, distracted by their own conversation to a point where they could not even feel the eyes that settled on their backs.
In her hand, she clutched a small device, barely distinguishable from the shape of a shield, and yet contained within it a method of radio communication. And from the other side, as she held it closer to her ear-
"A group of kids is all I can hear. Do you have their names?"
"Are the names really necessary?"
"Names are key in identification. Provide them now, please."
"...They didn't say their names, though!"
"Then suppose you go figure it out?"
"Is this a request?"
"It's an order."
The girl tsked, lowering the dagger alongside her voice. "They're headed to World:Three, ya know."
"Oh? Well, then. That works out quite pleasantly."
"So what are you gonna do once you figure out who they are?"
"...Perhaps I'll have you and that little assistant of yours capture them. They're meddling too much with our plans."
The girl raised her head, pushing her way out the Guild doors. "Our plans to save the Worlds, right?"
A silence extended across the other line for a moment. The girl tapped her radio once or twice, ensuring it hadn't disconnected. Finally, as she was beginning to lose hope-
From the other side, a voice.
"Right. Our plans to save the Worlds."
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Paridiots {VOLUME 2}: How to Survive a Fantasy World with a Party Full of Idiots
FantasyKoemi, Seiko, and Blair, now an official party of adventurers, travel to World:Two for a new experience; this time, however, they'll delve into one of their party members' past and tackle her problems once and for all. The Paridiots have conquered...
