Raid: Den of Dire Wolves (2)

"Alright! We'll be proceeding toward the center of the dungeon where the boss room is held! But first! We will take a few days to help some people level up! And no objections!" The leader announced before we started our march toward the center of the dungeon.

We all worked on our teamwork throughout the march since we were all pretty experienced adventurers, but most of us had never worked with each other before.

Of course, the leader led the tankers at the very front, where they would pull the agro with one of their tank class skills.

Then, the swordsmen would come in and chip in a bit of damage from all sides, and as the agro slowly fell off the tankers, that is where the spearsmen would come in.

As the swordsmen fell behind the tankers once again, the tankers spread out their shields, and the swordsmen stabbed from behind.

They would be able to easily reach the wolves who continuously tried to jump over the shields and attack the swordsmen who aggravated them.

Once the spearsmen had done enough damage to them, the wolves would go with either two paths.

Some would either run away, which is where the archers and assassins came in, but some would continue to push forward, so the swordsmen would quickly finish them off since they were pretty tired and injured.

For this raid specifically, we didn't have any mages since the wolves were relatively small targets, so sending long-range spells from afar would be extremely difficult and would most likely cause more damage to the raid team than anybody else.

Yes, the mages would be useful for the boss, but we needed to actually make our way to the boss without dying.

Mages would just hinder us and get in the way, and if they weren't here, we could add more beneficial classes, such as swordsmen, who were pretty good at covering for almost all of the other classes.

They weren't a necessity, but they did help out quite a lot.

"Geez… People are already trying to suck up to her," I muttered as we took a break after about a few hours of pushing through waves of wolves.

There hadn't been any massive waves of wolves, so most of us were completely unharmed, yet we were still tired, so we rested up with a quick rotation scouring the perimeter of our temporary camp.

Oh yeah, there were three healers that we brought along, and they were definitely very good at their jobs… and, of course, having holy magic; Faye was one of the healers who helped support the team.

"Th-thank you very much, miss," A tanker blushed before quickly running away, his tail between his legs.

I could see Faye enjoyed the attention, but most of her attention was placed on me rather than her precious patients wincing with pain.

"So… what's the beef between you two?" The swordsman who came with Faye asked.

"Were you sent to guard her by your father?"

"Was it that obvious?" He lightly chuckled before handing me a canteen of water that I immediately took a swig out of.

Seems it isn't poisoned with anything.

It wasn't like poison would actually affect me since I could just remove my stomach and the blood flowing through this created body to make sure the flesh wouldn't shut down.

Testing for poison was more of a test for whether I could trust this dude… and for now, he seems alright.

Upon confirming the water hadn't been drugged, I swallowed it and kicked a stick right below me.

"The beef… huh… do you know her preference in lovers? Like, the gender?" I asked, and the man tilted his head to the side, confused as to what I meant by that.

"Ummm… Men? I don't know… I'm just a subordinate of her father, so I don't know much about her… but from the way you talk it about…." The man paused slightly, connecting all the dots given to him. "... Are you her ex-girlfriend?"

"Uh huh… and she really fucked me up good… She seems to have reflected on her past, but no matter how many times she wants to apologize, I won't forgive her… nor will I explain the full story to her," I sighed before taking another swig of the water.

"I see… Never expected her to be a lesbian," The man slightly chuckled to himself before taking out his sword and sharpening it with a black stone.

"Mhm… Yeah… So… once I kill her in this dungeon, don't say anything about it, okay…? Mister Watcher," I smiled, and the man sitting right next to me flinched before slowly turning that head of his.

His pupils flickered like that of a lizard before creating even more pupils inside of those eyes of his.

Each pupil got stuck on the other before being absorbed back into one single pupil.

"What augments did you get?" I asked, and as the man's cold expression took on a bit of emotion once again, he slowly opened his lips.

"Of course, there is the ocular augmentation, but I also had an augmentation on the formation of my fingers and forearms… If we ever cross paths with our true identities ever again… Miss Reaper, then I'll show you a bit of what I'm made of… Though, I doubt you'll be safe much longer…."

"What's the benefit in telling me all of this information?" I asked, slowly gripping the daggers in my hands.

As the squeaking sound of my gloves pressed against the leather handles, the man stared straight at the profile of my face.

"Cause I'm a fan, Miss Reaper. I wanted to be like you, but you went and nearly got yourself killed and lost all your power… everybody knows, and everybody wants a piece of you now. Just try not to end up like me,"

I couldn't help but smirk slightly before raising my right dagger and clicking it against his sword.

"Good luck on your future endeavors, Mister Watcher,"

As the man slowly stood up, I caught a whiff of that dreaded ocular implant that smelled exactly like the stench of blood… it was metallic, thick, and gross.

"Then I also wish you good luck on your future endeavors, Miss Reaper," The man smiled before walking back to his target of protection.