Mission in another world with my transformed best friend

Wang Kai, who was interested in certain key issues, adjusted his posture and quietly moved to a position slightly forward in the carriage, asking in a low voice.

"Um, driver, you know I'm not a local of Katla City. May I ask you some questions? Since everyone admires heroes so much, could you tell me why they came here more than twenty years ago, why they only chose to become 'mayors' after defeating the Demon King, their true origins, and other details, such as their hobbies, interests, personality, income, and marital status?"

"Young man, you're overthinking it. How could a hero like the Hero possibly get close to someone as lowly as me... Even if I knew some information, as a good citizen who has received the Hero's kindness, even if I die out there, even if the sky falls, even if I jump off a cliff, I would never..."

At just the right moment, a hand handed over another gold coin...

"Hehe, what do you want to hear, bro? I just overheard it from the 'underground exchange,' so I can't guarantee it's true!" Wayne said, secretly taking the gold coins.

“Tell me everything, including your personal guesses after hearing this. I need to say everything that comes to mind. We still have a few days to travel, and I don’t want my companions to be like scarecrows who only know how to drive the carriage.”

"Yes, yes, it all started more than 20 years ago when I first heard about 'The Hero's Descent.' I remember running through the rice paddies at sunset, and my lost youth. I was just a boy of a few years old back then..."

……

"Hmm, let me confirm one more time, Vice Commander... Renee, is your report completely true?"

In a luxurious office inside the S-class "Wild Wolf Gang" headquarters building in downtown Cattra, Renee was sprawled on a leather sofa, completely lacking any ladylike demeanor. She was playing with a "sensing ring" in her hand, her face relaxed and cheerful. She was even humming a little tune, and her two small feet, still in their leather boots, were swinging back and forth. Her whole demeanor showed no sign of "self-reflection" after the mission's failure.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the office, a dark-haired man in his early twenties, standing by the window with his hands behind his back and looking outside, sighed after realizing that there had been no response to his question for a while. He glanced back at Renee on the sofa, walked over, and spoke again in a more emphasizing tone.

"You're the vice-captain here, and while I don't expect you to follow any of those formalities in front of me, your nonchalant attitude is a bit much. Not only did you embezzle guild funds to buy intelligence from Uncle John, but in the end, the 'Dungeon Hunter' wasn't even 'invited,' his identity wasn't even verified, and you were completely defeated by him. The only saving grace is that you weren't injured. Do you know..."

……

Faced with Renee's continued indifference and deafness, the young man finally couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed the newly repaired two-handed sword from the table with one hand and slammed it down on Renee, who was sprawled on the sofa...

"Crack~"

"Ouch... Brother Keane, why are you spanking me? I'm not a little kid anymore! And you're using my newly repaired sword..."

Keane sighed, put on a serious expression, and said, word by word.

"Just because you're a child doesn't mean you have to act like an adult. If other members of the group see you looking like this, I'll have no choice but to..."

"You're removing him from his post, huh? Fine, since the 'Review of the Ring' is lost anyway, he can't hold the position of vice-captain anymore. I'm willing to take full responsibility. Why don't you just transfer me? I've already thought it through. I heard that the management of several mage squads is a bit chaotic, and they volunteered to go and clean up the mess!"

"I'll be thankful if you don't turn this mess into ruins..."

As Keane spoke, his gaze returned to the two-handed sword Renee held in his hand, and he pondered for a moment before muttering to himself.

"A single iron rod was enough to 'counter-sever' such a mithril greatsword enhanced with magic stones. That's the only thing I find hard to believe in your report... Even if you panicked and exposed an opening, the 'Dungeon Headhunter' could have chosen a safer way to retaliate, but instead opted for this extremely dangerous 'head-on' approach, destroying your weapon and causing your defeat. This 'last resort' doesn't seem like the work of a master. Are you sure your opponent was only level 65, and a 'newbie'?"

“Yes, I’m sure, he’s a ‘newbie,’ brother…”

Upon hearing the word "newbie," Renee paused for a few seconds, then a blush flashed across her face. After a silly giggle, she continued to play with the ring in her hand.

"This girl has rarely lost to many strong opponents in recent years, let alone suffered a complete defeat. It's a good thing that she wasn't injured after this setback. At least it made her realize the gap in strength and her own inadequacy. She will definitely reflect on her mistakes and learn from them..."

Wait a minute, right now, there's absolutely nothing about her that makes her look like she's 'reflecting'.

Back when she was young and practicing swordsmanship, if she lost, she would pester her opponent relentlessly until she was exhausted. But the next day, she would always find her opponent to continue the match, and she would only consider it a draw or defeat if she could not win.

And now, where is that incredibly proud younger sister? Is the person on the opposite sofa really Renee? Was she also cursed with mental instability after being defeated?

After all, they were siblings who had grown up together since childhood. Keane quickly discovered the key to this "abnormality"—the very common "sensing ring" that Renee was always playing with. After putting down his sword and thinking for a few seconds, he reached out a hand and said...

"Where did that ring come from?"

"Oh, it was dropped by the other person..."

"Really? Give it to me."

"No, why should I give it to you?"

"Because you acted without authorization last night and misappropriated funds from the adventurer's group. Although you were the only one involved, it was still considered an operation by our 'Wild Wolf Gang.' All costs incurred during the operation will be borne by the group headquarters. Similarly, any spoils obtained during the operation must be submitted to the group headquarters for registration before they can be distributed. As the vice-captain, you haven't forgotten these basic rules of the adventurer's group, have you...?"

"This one……"

Renee then sat up straight on the sofa, clutching the ring tightly in her hand, as if facing the prospect of having her most beloved toy taken away. Her eyes flashed with a fierce light, an expression that said, "Whoever dares to take it from me, I'll fight them to the death..."

Seeing this confirm Keane's suspicions, he continued to press for answers in this correct direction.

"What kind of person is 'Dungeon Hunter'?"

"He called himself a 'newbie,' was about my age, had fair skin, dark blue hair that reached his eyebrows, bright eyes, a not-so-straight nose, and a rather large mouth. He spoke in a rather unpleasant way, but you got used to it. He had a set of white teeth, a slightly pointed chin, and was dressed in very ordinary adventurer attire... He was a little shorter than my brother, and didn't seem to be wearing any armor, just a gleaming iron rod at his waist..."

Suddenly struck head-on by Renee's string of over a hundred words of adjectives that sounded like they came from a deep well, Keane could only try to maintain a calm expression. After listening to her finish her rambling, he took out a handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, sighed, and tentatively asked another question.

"Now that others have defeated you, they've simply moved on. What's your next step?"

Renee quietly opened her palm, looked at the "sensing ring," thought for a moment, and replied.

"Of course, we'll use this... Wait, why should I report things to you, brother, that have nothing to do with last night's 'operation'..."

"Yes, I didn't know that a simple question would elicit such a detailed description of that person from you, which has created a vivid image of him in my mind."

"Hmph, you bad brother, don't think that just because I couldn't beat you when we were kids, it's because you're five or six years older... Don't worry, I'll soon find a way to become stronger than you. Also, hurry up and announce their 'dismissal' and 'transfer,' I'm going home to pack up and head to the 'Mage Squad' to report for duty!"

After saying that, Renee carefully put away the "sensing ring," picked up the greatsword and tucked it into her back. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Keane's words drifted over again.

"I thought you were just joking about being demoted, but I didn't expect you to actually be planning to do it. By the way, what can you, a front-line warrior, teach the mage troops in the back row?"

"It's none of your business. Anyway, those idle mages either read books or nap all day. When they go to the dungeon to do quests, they only cast a few spells occasionally and then give up. I'm going to give them a 'political education lesson' for a while. Bye, contact me if you need anything!"

Watching his sister's departing figure, Keane smiled, turned back to look at the portrait of an old man with a white beard on the wall, and said something meaningful.

“Great-grandfather, Renee seems to have grown a lot in just one night. Well, the path to becoming a strongman imposed on her may be facing some changes. I hope you will bless her with smooth sailing.”

Below the portrait was a line of inconspicuous small words: Sword Saint Aldrich!