Snowballing rumors

“Once the Office Relocation is done, I’d like you to send the address to Usagi.”

“…Pardon?”

Meredith turned around from the passenger seat to look at Usagi.

When she gave her a questioning look, Usagi reacted by avoiding her gaze, seemingly flustered. She kept silent, neither refuting nor denying Max’s words.

‘Wait, what’s with these two?’

Meredith felt an intense cognitive dissonance.

Even in the Mercenary industry, a face was a skill and a weapon.

When one thought of a Mercenary, a fierce, scar-filled, rough mug might seem best, but once martial prowess crossed a certain threshold, being handsome or pretty was the best, just like in any other field.

And among the mercenaries who came to mind when talking about looks, Usagi was exceptionally beautiful.

She was the Mercenary with the highest number of information requests submitted to the Association by fellow mercenaries she met on requests or by Personal Request clients, and she was also an iron-willed woman who had rejected every single request without a second thought...