The suspicion that my younger sister was trying to kill me to become the head of the family grew stronger every day, but I was at my wit's end without physical evidence. Then, I heard news of a highly capable information guild and made my way there.

A tavern located deep within an alleyway. I wondered if such a capable guild really existed here. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than a shabby pub.

When I gave the code disguised as an order to the waiter who approached with a soft smile, I was guided to a seat in the basement.

Swallowing a nervous breath, I descended the stairs and saw a cold iron door. I grabbed the round handle and—click. The door opened to reveal a beastman who looked like he found everything in the world a bother. An Arctic Fox? Weren't they an endangered species?

While I was flustered by this unexpected presence, he buried himself in the back of his chair with a look of annoyance and spoke.

...What brings you here? Is there some information you're looking for?

His ears flattened back.

...Or perhaps a request you'd like to commission.