I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

As I organized the plan in my head, trying to determine the best timing to act, Sabrina, who had been walking ahead, suddenly stopped, turning sharply to look at me.

"What’s your name? Oh, right, you can’t talk, can you?"

"...."

"Then I’ll just call you Fox. Your mask has a fox on it, after all. That works, right?"

"...!"

I didn’t mind being called Fox. I nodded as if to say it was fine.

Did she understand my meaning? Sabrina pursed her lips and wrinkled her thick eyebrows in an oddly cute expression before speaking again.

"Fox. If you’re following me, I’ll take that as you agreeing to help me. But if things get dangerous, you’d better ditch me and run. Got it?"

"...."

"Answer me! Oh, right."

Can’t answer, remember? I stared at her quietly, my expression saying, What are you doing talking to yourself? Flustered, she twitched her rounded ears and cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Ahem, anyway! If you drag me down, I won’t let it slide."