Commandeering, Cannon Fodder

Behind Brook and the middle-aged male elf, a young female elf suddenly grumbled, "Brook, it's tough on us coming out to do missions. Can you find a better place to stay next time?"

Brook frowned.

This young miss thinks that she is in the headquarters, the Temple of Marvels!

This is the abyss!

The world of the demons.

One wouldn't even know how they died if they weren't careful.

Why is he so unlucky to have to receive such a person amongst the group?

Fortunately, the other older female elf advised in a low voice, "Via, this mission is quite dangerous. I've heard that the organization has sent out several patrol teams, and we're only one of them. To be on the safe side, we must keep as low a profile as possible to avoid being detected by the Earth Demon Race, so you'll have to bear with it temporarily."

Just then, the middle-aged man leading the group spoke.