The headquarters of the Alliance of All Living Things was vely located a short distance from the teleportation pza. Within moments, the group reached their destination.

  From the outside, the building appeared unremarkable—a pin structure devoid of any distinguishiures.

  “Please, step ihe bunny-eared maid invited, leading the party through the entra was only upoering that the anization’s uure became evident.

  Ihe space was a vibrant mosaic of diverse species. Elves, dwarves, beastkin, and even undead mingled with one another. Adding to the eclectic mix were several magical creatures, some being cared for like household pets by various individuals.

  “Their vocation is beastmaster,” the maid expined with a professional tohey’ve passed the required assessments and earheir Special Magical Creature Handlis. Most of the magical creatures in our alliance are uheir care.”

  The term vocation in the system’s interface was distinct from the fantastical csses seen in otherworldly games. It was not a special title or enha, but a straightforward description of one’s current profession.

  For example, a person capable of wielding magic might not be beled a Mage. If they worked as a chef, their panel would simply read Chef.

  As for Beastmasters, they were individuals skilled in taming other beings for bat or work. Those proven capable of handling creatures without harm or ing rampages were officially reized with the title. Meeting these standards was essential t it.

  “There are Beastmasters who view magical creatures as mere tools, and others who see them as panions,” the maid tinued, her tone softening slightly. “Naturally, the members of our alliance belong to the tter group.”

  The expnation prompted a moment of thoughtfulness, during which Misako voiced a question, her demon seingling.

  “...I’ve been curious for some time now. You’re not beastkin, are you?”

  As a demon, Misako could keenly sense simir beings, yet the maid gave off none of the usual markers of beastkin. There was only one expnation.

  “Quite perceptive, Miss Misako.” The maid’s expression softened into a modest smile. “Allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is Momo, and I was once a uni rabbit.”

  “A... uni rabbit!?” Sisi excimed, bewildered. “But aren’t they just first-tier magical creatures? And they’re not even...”

  Her words trailed off as she stared at the petite maid before her. The image of a small, horned rabbit hardly matched the elegant figure now standing before them.

  “This is all thanks to my master,” Momo expined, a note of reveren her voice. “She devoted tless resources and immeasurable time to help me evolve. In the end, I succeeded.”

  It was widely known that magical creatures could evolve. When their strength reached a certain threshold or under specific external influehey could transform iirely new forms shaped by both their intrinsiature and enviro.

  For instahe massive serpent Aris had entered in the Abyss might have evolved into a draic being uhe right circumstances. It had been a long time since her st visit, and she couldn’t help but wonder hoce had ged.

  Speaking of Aris, Momo’s gaze noticeably avoided her, as though harb some unspoken trepidation.

  “...Well, no point dwelling on that. Let me take you to meet our leader,” Momo decred briskly, shaking off her hesitation.

  She guided the group through the bustling hall to the upper floors, stopping in front of an office door.

  “They’ve arrived,” Momo announced.

  “...Enter.”

  Momo opehe door, revealing a , single-person office. A desk piled with meticulously arranged dots domihe space, apanied by a low table and sofa for meetings. Behind the desk sat a woman with a single brown ponytail tied ly over one shoulder.

  “Please, make yourselves fortable. o stand on ceremony,” the womaured toward the sofa.

  Following her instrus, the group seated themselves. Meanwhile, Momo, at some point, had prepared tea and pced it before them.

  “Allow me to introduce myself,” the woman began. “I am Lynne, founder of the Alliance of All Living Things. I’ve called you here to discuss matters ing that baron.”

  Lynne ced her fiogether aed them thoughtfully under her .

  “We’ve taken in both the people and creatures you rescued. However, from their ats, it seems there are still others who were separated from them.”

  Her voice grew somber. “What’s more, some of those we did receive caused a signifit uproar upon arrival. Though we’ve mao pacify them without harm, this is not a sustainable solution.”

  “...So, you’re requesting our assistance?” Misako inquired evenly.

  Lynne nodded subtly.

  “We’ve no objes,” Sisi replied fidently. Beside her, Mira and Manlino nodded in agreement.

  “As long as it doesn’t interfere with daily life,” Mira added with a shrug.

  “I’ll follow Elyssa,” Diana said softly, gng at the red-faced Elyssa beside her, whose cheeks had turned noticeably pink.

  “...If it’s a small favor, I don’t mind,” Misako interjected hesitantly. “But this feels far too signifit. I’ll ime to sider.”

  “Misako?” Elyssa turo her in surprise.

  “It’s quite all right,” Lynne reassured. “Take your time. Since you’re already here, why not explore our headquarters? Perhaps you’ll find it helpful in making your decision.”

  Her tone was warm and inviting, free of pressure.

  “Momo, would you mind showing them around?”

  “Of course~” Momo beamed, her pink-and-white bunny ears twitg as Lyted her head. Her face lit up with unmistakable delight.

  “Right then! Allow me to give you the grand tour. With so mamasters, diverse races, and skilled individuals here, it’s impossible to be bored!”

  Seemingly invigorated, Momo led the group downstairs, her previous poise giving way to a pyful bounce remi of her ins.

  They soon entered a female beastkin who greeted Momo with a knowing grin. “What’s got you so cheerful?”

  “Master asked me to guide uests, and she even patted my head!” Momo excimed, puffing out her chest proudly.

  “Oh? Guests, eh? Here, try these. The shop hasn’t opened yet, so you’re the first to taste them.”

  The beastkin handed out sweets to the group, elig a collective gasp nition.

  “These... these are from Fluffy Desserts’s best-sellers!”

  “Oh, that’s right. I’m the manager of the imperial capital’s branch,” the beastkin replied with a smile.

  As they ehe fes, a nagging thought lingered.

  “...Why does it taste better in that small town?” Mira murmured, puzzled.

  “Strange... We assign the most skilled chefs to more prosperous areas,” the beastkin frowned. “Not t, but I’m one of the top-tier chefs in Fluffy Desserts.”

  The group exged gnces, ohought crossing their minds.

  Could it be that the clumsy, loli-elf chef from that remote town... was actually a ary genius!?