Baby? What baby? There doesn't look to be a baby…
"I-I didn't know that… Congratulations, should I hold a baby shower?" I asked.
"Nah, it's fine… I want to keep this information under wrap until I find a personal team that can defend my daughter under any condition.
"Shall I look for one? I've already had my eyes on this adventurer guild I was hoping to arrange a meeting with… they'll do anything for money, but they're also pretty respectable. Brutal at times, but are respectable to the people who pay them the big bucks,"
"Hmmm… Okay, go ahead,"
…
The next day, I headed to the guild I had been talking about, but instead of using the real entrance, I took the backdoor, which was guarded by a large man who had to be at least an A-rank dungeon runner.
Dungeon runners in this country were pretty special, as anybody who was below C-rank would essentially rot away without work.
