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Selling (Somewhat) Magic Goods in Arknights
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Paracsus
Not too sore, are you?
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Senshi already exists in arknights lol
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Chapter 20
Paracsus
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Contract, Take Two
The walk back to the cart was quiet.
The afternoon sun had already started to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the streets. Arno walked with his hands in his pockets, while Niko stayed close beside him, her small backpack bouncing lightly with each step. She hadn't said much since they left the warehouse.
Every now and then she would glance up at him, then look back down at the sidewalk.
When they finally reached the alley, Arno unlocked the cart's side door. The familiar smell of home greeted them as they stepped inside. Niko dropped her backpack by the table and sat down on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs slowly.
Arno locked the door behind them and leaned against the counter for a moment, watching her.
"You've been quiet," he said.
Niko shrugged, still looking at the floor. "I keep thinking about what Exusiai said. And Texas. And Sora…" She said. "They all looked really sad when we told them. Especially Exusiai. She tried to smile at the end, but I could tell she was forcing it."
Arno walked over and sat down on the stool across from her.
"They were sad," he said honestly. "But that's because they care about the both of us. That's not a bad thing."
Niko nodded, but she still looked troubled. She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve.
"I know. But it still makes me feels bad." She hesitated, then added softly, "Do you think they'll be okay without us?"
Arno thought about it for a second.
"Don't worry about that too much." he said. "Remember the new notice? This'll make things easier for the both of us without having to worry about our safety in the streets of Lungmen. Besides, if we move now, you might even get to make more friends now that we can open branches."
"Branches…" she repeated quietly. "Yeah… I guess so. It's just so scary that we'll be at a new place after how much time we've already spent here. Do you really think new branches will work out without us being there?"
"Yeah," Arno said. " These are places that can sell our food and drinks even when we're not there, headed by people that you and I trust. Penguin Logistics might be one of them, if Emperor agrees to the contract. Although I'm not really that good with these kinds of things, I have a good feeling about this one. At least, that's what my business degree back home thinks so…"
Niko tilted her head slightly. "Yeah, but how will this work when we're leaving though? And are you sure Mr. Emperor will sign the contract you prepared?"
"Possibly. He may look kinda silly, but Emperor is very smart with these things. Not only that, but he also cares deeply about his crew, so I get the feeling he'll agree because of how good our items are."
She looked thoughtful for a moment. She stopped swinging her legs and stared at the floor for a while.
"I guess that's good," she said softly. "At least they won't have to miss it completely. But… It still feels weird. New areas, new people, we don't even know if the customers we'll be getting will like our food the same way our regulars do now.."
Arno nodded. He understood what she meant.
"It does feel weird starting from scratch all over again." he admitted. "But this way we can keep some kind of connection without staying in one dangerous spot. We move. They stay. But the cart's stuff can still reach them."
Niko thought about that. She reached over and picked up the half-eaten apple from earlier, turning it in her hands again.
"But what about the others like Miss Lin and Miss Swire?" she asked. "Do you think they'll be okay even after we're gone?"
Arno gave her a gentle look.
"I think they will," he said. "From what we've seen, they seem to be pretty tough cookies."
Niko gave a tiny nod. She then went back to eating her snacks as she thought about how the recent calls went..
"Yeah, you're probably right." She said as she finished her food.
" Of course, I'm right. I'm me." Arno smirked as he went to prepare some more snacks.
Niko merely stuck her tongue out at him for that.
It was nearing night time now, and Arno and Niko have finished their last preparations (which mostly centered around watching the news on the current state of their destination), reading up on the laws and buying some extra clothes and other…necessities (read: snacks that Niko likes from the Tea House nearby). As Niko was playing around on some crossword puzzle books, Arno received a call.
' I hope it's not the police station again.' Arno thought as he washed and dried his hands before going to pick up the phone. 'As nice as Commissioner Swire was in our little discussion, her colleagues don't know how to quit.'
It wasn't them, thankfully. Instead, it was someone he didn't expect to call at least until tomorrow.
"Hello, Mr. Emperor."
"Hell, cart man. None of that 'Mister' stuff, please. " Emperor's laid-back voice came through. "I talked it over with the senior crew, and Croissant and Sora have agreed to be the ones to be the main people to sell your items alongside me.. We're in. We'll take the branch deal."
Arno's shoulders relaxed a little. "That was fast."
"What can I say? My people know good food when they see it. Your stuff is reliable, and having it on our routes would be a big help. Plus, the girls and Bison already like you too, so this is a plus in my book. We'll follow your rules according to the contract; no reselling, no messing with the products, everything stays the same. You deliver the refills, we sell what you give us, and my peeps get their cut. That right?"
"Yep." Arno said. "I'll send Niko over at some point to get the signed version of the contract. For legality sake and stuff."
"Sounds good." Emperor paused for a second, then added, "And hey… you two watch yourselves out there. I know it's obvious, but your next destination will be nothing like how it is around here in Lungmen."
Arno glanced at Niko, who was watching him curiously. He then turned the phone to loud speaker so that she could listen in.
"We will," he replied. "Thanks, Emperor."
"So how is this gonna work when you're leaving though? Are you gonna drop by here before you go with crates full of them bentos or something? You want me to send some people over to collect the items?"
"You'll see soon enough. Don't worry, it'll be a pleasant surprise to say the least." Arno inquired. "How about you, though? How will you guys sell it? Are you guys gonna just make a website or something?"
"Nah, man. You see, Croissant came up with this thing that we can do so people will be able to find us easily," Emperor said, chortling at the name. "It's called the Penguin Pantry."
He leaned back in his chair, clearly proud of the idea.
"It's gonna be a sort of snack depot thing. What we'll do is to make a small shop near the warehouse so that both employees and the outside population can access it. We'll set it up in a small corner to avoid making a hooplah about it and not cause issues with the restaurants around here. When drivers or warehouse staff have downtime, they can run the counter and sell your stuff. Bentos, juice, coffee, candy, all of it. Employees get first dibs on the available stock, and we'll let outside people buy too if they swing by."
Emperor tapped his flipper on the desk as he continued.
"On top of that, we'll let drivers carry a limited stock in their trucks. Sealed packages only. When they make deliveries to offices, construction sites, or regular clients, they can offer your food as an add-on. This way, even if we don't sell, word of mouth can still make it to nearby people."
He grinned.
"Three rules we'll stick to. First, your prices stay the same, so no discounting unless you tell us. Second is that I'll be keeping a close eye on the stock on the off chance that somebody tries to sell it on their own. Third, everything stays sealed and exactly how you make it. We don't touch the recipes or mess with the quality."
He paused for a bit to double check the contract before he continued.
"Our people get a cut of the daily earnings — we're thinking thirty-five percent for now, but we can negotiate. The drivers and staff who actually sell the stuff get a small personal commission on top of that. And yeah, they'll be allowed a reasonable daily allowance for themselves — one snack and a drink per shift, something like that. Nothing crazy."
Arno hummed as he pulled out his own copy of the contract to follow what Emperor was saying.
So far? Everything was on point..
"Yep. So for restocking, I'll handle that on my end, alright?" Arno said. "I'll just start small for now with a few crates as a sort of test run. People will be skeptical that someone else aside from Niko and I are selling the items, so I'll leave it to you to assure people on how to grab people's attention, okay?"
"So far? Everything was on point."
Emperor let out a short laugh on the other end.
"No problem, man. We got this. The girls all have their own talents when it comes to talking. Croissant especially since she's good at scam–-uhh, convincing people on the goods she usually hawks. But she's clean though, don't worry. Sora is an idol, so I'm pretty sure it'll be easy for her to shill your products to her fans. And it's not like they're the cheaply made items with her face slapped on it so I guarantee you that they'll take off, no sweat.
He paused for a second, then continued in his usual relaxed tone.
"We'll start with just the main warehouse depot and two regular routes. Keep it small like you said. If it moves well, we'll try and expand with other stuff that you have; at your discretion, of course."
Niko has already long left when the discussion devolved into business stuff. As Arno is watching her read a book about Originium Slug facts (written by some guy named Big Bob), he made an affirming sound as he reviews the notes he's been making.
As he glanced over at her for a second, making sure she was okay, before turning his attention back to the call.
"Sounds good," he said. "We'll deliver the first batch tomorrow in the afternoon. I'll also give you a copy of my guidebook that I use to keep track of prices, as well as a small catalogue on what I'll be selling through you. I trust you guys not to steal anything, but suddenly giving you access might seem overwhelming since Penguin logistics is a delivery service first and foremost."
Emperor gave an approving hum on the other end of the line. "Eh, we'll be fine. Misplacing stuff is a thing of the past now that we have stable internet and good computers. Croissant is actually pretty good at this kinda stuff too…if she isn't trying to automate the system with some sort of program that almost fried the computers."
"In my defense," a muffled voice shouted from somewhere in the background, " it sounded pretty efficient at the time."
Emperor replied in a flat tone, "That was Croissant. Just ignore her. "
"I heard that! And you and I both know it worked for a while!" Croissant called back loudly.
"And we almost lost some clients because your stupid program switched the month and day around!" He called back.
Arno let out a quiet snort as he flipped through the pages of the contract again. He could almost picture the scene at the Penguin Logistics warehouse.
"Works for me," Arno said. "I thin k we got it down pat already. Your really thorough about this business stuff, huh?"
"Gotta be. This was a dream of mine, y'know? To try and make something of myself that didn't involve the stiffs back at Columbia. I'm always open to try new things, as you should be if you're a business man. And look at me now."
'Columbia?' Arno wondered. 'Interesting origin. But then again, Niko and I just spawned here like we were starting a new game of MineCraft.'
"Actually… there is something else I wanted to ask you." He was snapped out of his ponderings by Emperor's statement.
"Go ahead."
"Are you really serious about this traveling plan of yours?"
Arno glanced over at Niko. She had curled up on her side on the bed, completely focused on her book about Originium Slugs. Every now and then, one of her ears twitched as she listened to the conversation.
"Yeah," Arno answered honestly. "We are. Even though things have gotten smoother lately, I still see people eyeing the cart when they think no one's watching. So much so that the granny from the tea house gave us a heads up when we visited her.."
Emperor let out a long sigh.
"Man. That sucks, and I mean it," Emperor went on." It's gonna be hard for everyone who's had your things go back to what they used to. Some businesses have even said that they're glad that your finally leaving because there's nobody there to steal customers."
From the bed, Niko looked up right away. "What happened?" she asked loudly so the phone would pick it up.
Emperor let out a short laugh. "Oh, hey kid. Exia was ready to play some rather nasty pranks on the guys if Texas and Sora hadn't stopped her. And believe me when she's no one to be trifled with when she gets upset."
"That sounds exactly like her," Arno muttered.
"Texas told her it was a bad idea and that you would never go for it. Then Exusiai accused her of not believing in friendship enough."
Niko burst into laughter. "Oh my god, she really said that?"
"She absolutely did," Emperor confirmed, sounding amused. "Texas did not get mad. She just looked really really tired.".
The mood on the call lightened after that exchange. Emperor went back to talking through the rest of the details while Arno took careful notes on the side of the contract. They discussed storage temperatures for the food, how much packaging they could use, how quickly they expected the stock to move, and when deliveries should happen.
It felt strange to Arno. Just a few days ago, the thought of turning the small cart into something bigger would have seemed impossible. Now he was discussing distribution plans across different areas with a penguin who ran a logistics company and made music on the side, while a twelve-year-old girl read facts about slugs a few feet away. Life in Terra could be very odd sometimes.
"…And one more thing," Emperor said after a while. "You got any plans for branding?"
Arno stopped writing. "Branding?"
"Yeah. Logos, signs, names. Stuff that people can recognize right away."
"Not really no. I didn't think that I would take off this well when I first started out." Arno replied.
"Come on, man. Do you have no eye for these things?." Emperor sounded more energetic now. "You already have a whole thing going with how special this stuff is! Plus, your mascot over there seemed to be one of the main attractions considering how people liked seeing her smile so much."
Niko flushed when she heard that and sank further into the sofa with her book.
"Besides, don't you know about the rumors on the mysterious cart of 14th street? Even people in the higher and richer districts are hearing about you. Some influencers have even tried to find you recently, but had to quit because of the shooting."
"I do not have a mysterious merchant vibe. You're exaggerating. " Arno said. "Besides, I have access to the internet. Don't you think I would've heard about that by now?"
"You absolutely do," Emperor shot back right away. "You live in a cart that seems like it came from nowhere and you sell food that fixes exhaustion problems. That is already most of a legend right there."
Niko nodded seriously from the sofa. "Yeah. People in Lungmen talk about you like you are some kind of cryptid. Besides, you're basically a caveman who barely uses your phone. What's with the brightness and amount of notifications on it?"
Arno looked at the phone and then at Niko with the same disappointed expression. "I regret becoming known. And I told you that I don't really use electronics all that much in confidence, Niko. We're having sprouts for dinner."
"Too late now, buddy," Emperor said with a laugh as he heard Niko start whining about the icky veggies.
He continued in his relaxed way. "What I am saying is, people remember names. If you are really going to travel around Terra, you should lean into it a bit. It does not have to be loud or flashy. Just enough so that when your stuff shows up somewhere, folks know it is from you."
Arno thought about it quietly for a moment. "I will consider it."
"That means no, but said more slowly,"
"Correct."
"Fine." Emperor grumbled, but new better than to pester his new business partner even further.
The conversation went on for another twenty minutes. It moved away from the strict contract details and into more practical matters. Emperor shared information about some safer trade routes that Penguin Logistics used regularly when moving through Yan and Columbia in case they went through those channels. Arno wrote those down carefully as well.
By the time the call began to wind down, the lights outside the cart had grown much dimmer. It was nearing midnight in Lungmen. And the regular foot traffic had died down..
"Alright," Emperor said at last. "We will get everything ready on our side. Try not to disappear before tomorrow.
"No promises," Arno replied.
"Man, everybody keeps saying that to me lately."
Arno gave a faint smile. "Goodnight, Emperor."
"Night, cart man. Night, kid."
"Goodnight!" Niko called out cheerfully from the bed.
The line clicked off. Silence settled over the cart once more. It was not a heavy silence, just thoughtful.
Arno placed the phone on the counter and stretched his shoulders, feeling the stiffness from the long day. From her bed, Niko slowly closed her book and set it aside.
"So," she said carefully, "it's that time, huh? Are we really ready to go?."
Arno looked over at her. The contract had been agreed upon. The routes were being prepared. Tomorrow they would make the first delivery for the new branch. For the first time since the attack, while still uncertain, at least they now had a good step in a certain direction. Is it the right one? That remains to be seen.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "We are."
The next morning, Arno received a short message from Emperor asking him to stop by the Penguin Logistics warehouse. The penguin wanted to show him the Penguin Pantry that Emperor was so excited about.. Arno agreed right away and went to wake up a sleeping Niko to inform her of the news.. After finishing a simple breakfast of ham and eggs together, he and Niko locked up the cart and walked over.
The streets were busy with the usual morning activity. Delivery trucks passed by, and vendors called out to early customers. Niko stayed close to Arno, her steps quick with excitement. She had been looking forward to this visit since the moment she heard about it.
When they reached the warehouse grounds, Emperor was waiting near the side entrance. The large penguin stood with his flippers clasped behind his back, looking pleased. "Sup Arno, hey Niko. Good timing," he said in his easygoing voice. "Come on inside. I want you to see what we put together before the rest of the crew starts crowding the area."
They followed him through the warehouse to the outside. The familiar sounds of work filled the space — boxes being moved, engines running in the loading area, and occasional laughter from the team. Emperor led them to a middle section of the wall that marked the property line. A clean, freshly painted sign hung above the entrance: "Penguin Pantry" in bold, friendly lettering while next to it was the Penguin Logistics Logo.
"This is the spot," Emperor said, waving one flipper toward the area. "We kept it straightforward and simple so it doesn't distract anyone here at work. What do you think? Kinda like your style, eh?"
Arno stepped inside and looked over the setup. It was a modest but practical corner shop. A solid counter ran along the front with shelves mounted neatly behind it. A small refrigerated display case stood on one side, and additional shelving waited for stock. The layout used the limited space efficiently. A chalkboard was on the far wall behind the register, most likely meant for the prices of items. with space left for daily items. The whole area felt clean and well-organized. It also seemed to go back around to the other side of the wall it was positioned on as he eyes the shutters on the opposite window..
"It's incredible." Arno breathed as he ran a hand across the shelves. "How did you manage to get this ready so quickly? It's barely been 12 hours since your call!"
"Ha! 'How did I do it so quickly?' He says." Emperor gave a short chuckle. "You, sir, really have no idea how big of a splash you made to the people in this district, do you?"
Emperor did a hop as he sat on the counter to look his business partner in the face.
"Dude, when I informed our usual construction guys that we were making this thing for you, they just ran out the door with tools and supplies in hand. Apparently, some of them have been regulars at your cart too, so they were extremely excited and immediately got to work. I'm pretty sure they didn't even sleep considering I received some noise complaints when I got to the office this morning."
'Also explains the numerous cans of the rumored coffee strewn about the worktable when I got there…' Emperor thought. 'Then again, it's the legendary Bolson company we're talking about here.'
"But enough about that, how about saying hi to the crew?"
Right on cue, Croissant came around from behind a stack of nearby boxes, toolbox in hand. Her orange hair was pulled back, and she had a bit of dust on her sleeve. "Hey, Arno! Niko!" she called out brightly. "You're here to check it out? Come on, tell me what you think!"
Arno ran a hand along the edge of the counter. "It's incredible, honestly. I never liked adding eye-catching decor on my cart since it looks garish. Good spacing and a pretty comfy interior too. This should be easy to work with during busy times."
Croissant grinned and gave a proud thumbs-up. "Glad you like it! Bison and I worked aaaalll afternoon just to make the plans. We even (made Bison) help out with the construction crew so that we could finish it on time!"
The aforementioned employee was on a nearby couch nursing a cup of coffee. He looked exhausted but still gave a thumbs up.
Niko walked behind the counter and looked at the empty shelves with wide eyes. "This is soooo cool!," she said, clearly impressed. "I can already picture how everything will look here."
Texas appeared from the main floor, hands in her pockets as usual. She gave the setup a calm, appraising look. "It works," she said simply. "Plenty of room behind the counters for one or two people. Easy access to the back storage area too. Should run smoothly. We even have some pretty strong fan units here during hot weathers, as well as a minifridge for our own snacks and drinks."
Sora joined them a moment later, her expression lighting up when she saw the finished store. "Sorry I'm late! I had to go back because I left my wallet by mistake. Wow, it turned out even better than I imagined! The sign looks cute. I was thinking we could put some small displays up front once we have stock. Nothing too crowded, just enough to catch people's attention."
Exusiai came running in shortly after, nearly sliding to a stop when she spotted Arno and Niko. Her halo glowed with energy. "You're both here! This is the new pantry spot, right?" She leaned over the counter, looking around eagerly. "It's perfect! I can already tell it's going to be popular. When do we start putting things on the shelves? I want to be the first customer."
Arno gave her a small smile. "We won't be opening today. We will handle the first delivery soon, but we wanted to see the setup first. We will be delivering though, so watch out for that."
Exusiai let out a dramatic sigh but kept smiling. "Aww, fine. But I'm still calling dibs on the some of that apple pie once it opens. This whole thing is going to be awesome. Everyone at the warehouse has been asking about it."
Emperor tapped a flipper on the counter as he explained the plan. "We'll keep most of the stock in the small room right behind here for easy access. Drivers can pick up sealed packs before their routes. We already printed out a simple log sheet and some ledgers to track what sells and what needs restocking."
The group spent time going over the small details. Arno asked questions about how they planned to handle payments and customer flow. Croissant asked if she could have some of the stock for her to sell on her own time, which was denied. Sora suggested a few ideas for making the display more inviting while even suggesting that she sponsor it to her fans.
Niko listened closely to everything, occasionally adding her own thoughts about how certain items should be grouped together. The crew's genuine interest and careful planning seemed to ease some of the worry she had felt about leaving their products in someone else's hands.
"This should work well for the test run," Arno said after they had gone through most of the details. "Welp, let's just see how it goes. If things move steadily, we can talk about adding more variety later."
Emperor nodded, looking satisfied. "Don't worry, man. We'll keep this side running properly while you're gone. I may joke around a lot, but I'm really good at these things. The crew already likes your stuff, so I expect it to do fine."
The warehouse behind them continued its normal activity , but the new pantry corner had a noticeable buzz of interest. A few other workers walked by, glancing curiously at the setup and asking quick questions. The atmosphere remained relaxed and cooperative, with Exusiai's energy and Croissant's jokes keeping things fun.
Arno stood back for a moment and took in the full picture. Seeing their products about to enter a new space run by people they had come to trust felt like a real step forward in his little business venture. It was strange and new, but not at all bad.
Emperor gave Arno a light pat on the shoulder. "Not a bad start, right? Take your time looking around. Once you're ready with the first batch, just let me know. We'll be here."
Arno nodded. "We will. Thanks for showing us this. I'm still suprised by everything. But I gotta say, it looks much better than I expected."
They stayed a while longer, discussing minor adjustments and answering more questions from the crew. The partnership now had a physical home, and everyone involved seemed ready to make it work.
Croissant leaned against the counter with her arms crossed, tapping her foot. "What's taking them so long? They said they'd bring the first batch soon. I thought 'soon' meant, you know… soon."
Sora sat on a nearby stool, swinging her legs lightly. "Maybe they had to pack everything carefully. All of his merchandise looked really fresh when we saw the samples before. You can't just rush good food."
"Yeah, but it's been hours," Croissant replied. She glanced toward the warehouse entrance for the tenth time. "I'm getting hungry just thinking about it. I kept one spot open on the front shelf for the bentos. It's staring at me, asking me why it's still empty right now."
Bison stood a little further back, arms folded. "I mean, the boss did say they'll bring it in the afternoon. Plus, they probably have a lot to organize. It's barely 2PM anyways, so we have time to be patient.."
From the other side of the counter, Exusiai could barely stay still. She paced back and forth, her red hair bouncing with every step and her halo glowing brighter than usual. Her wings twitched with restless energy. "Patient? How can anyone be patient right now? Arno and Niko are leaving soon, so this will be the last time we'll probably get to see either of them. They even promised me some more apple pie and juice if I didn't follow them so I can't help but be excited!"
Texas, who had been leaning quietly against the wall with her arms crossed, let out a long sigh. "Calm down, girl. They always make good on their promises so they should be here any minute."
"But Texas!" Exusiai spun toward her, eyes wide and pleading. "What if they need help carrying everything? I'm super fast! I could run over to the cart right now, grab a couple of crates, and be back before anyone notices. It would speed things up! Come on, it's a good idea!"
"No." Texas's voice was flat and firm. She reached out and caught the back of Exusiai's jacket before the Sankta could take more than two steps toward the exit. "You are not running off to the cart. You'll just overwhelm them and ruin whatever surprise they're planning."
Exusiai tried to pull forward anyway, though not hard enough to actually break free. "It's not ruining! It's helping! Think about it; with all the commotion that happened, they might need someone to protect them while they head over here. My mouth is watering at the thought of hanging out with that apple pie I just mentioned, and I can even look at Arno's gun while he drives over here. We've been waiting forever!"
Croissant laughed. "She's got a point on the waiting part. I'm starving too. Emperor said they were bringing a proper first load, not just a couple boxes. I want to see how much space we actually need."
Sora nodded, smiling. "I already told some of my fans in the group chat that something good might be coming to the warehouse soon. If Arno takes too long, they're going to start asking questions."
Exusiai turned her pleading eyes back to Texas. "See? Everyone's excited! I'll be super quick and polite. I won't even ask to see his gun again… today. Please? Just let me check if they're on the way. I'll fly low and everything."
Texas tightened her grip on the jacket. "You will stay right here. The last thing they need is you bursting in while they're trying to load heavy crates. You know how you get when you're excited. You'll start asking a hundred questions and they'll never finish."
"But I'm dying here!" Exusiai dramatically clutched her chest. "This is torture. Real, actual torture. What if the coffee gets cold? What if those hand pies go sad and lonely? I can't let that happen to our friends' hard work."
Croissant shook her head, grinning. "You're laying it on pretty thick, Exusiai. Your Ceobe is showing."
"It's true though! And don't compare me to Ceobe; she's really sweet but she emptied out the fridge last time she visited. I'm not that bad!" Exusiai insisted. She stopped pulling against Texas's hold and instead turned to the group with wide, hopeful eyes. "Doesn't anyone else want to go with me? We could make it a team effort. Moral support! Strength in numbers!"
Texas gave her a tired look. "Sit down. They'll be here when they get here. Arno isn't the type to forget or back out. Have some faith."
Exusiai let out a long, exaggerated groan but finally stopped fighting Texas's grip. She slumped against the counter instead, resting her chin on her arms while still staring longingly toward the warehouse entrance. "Fine… I'll wait. But if they don't show up in the next thirty minutes, I'm officially declaring an emergency and going anyway."
Sora giggled. "You're going to scare them off if you keep this up."
"Impossible," Exusiai declared. "They like me. Arno told me his secrets (sorta) and Niko even laughed at my jokes last time. I'm basically family now."
The crew continued chatting among themselves, trading guesses about how much stock Arno might bring and what the best-selling items would be. Every few minutes, someone would glance toward the clock, and Exusiai's ears would perk up at the smallest sound from outside. Texas remained right beside her, ready to grab her again if necessary, though a small, amused glint appeared in her eyes whenever Exusiai's impatience flared up.
The crew's chatter continued as they lingered around the new Penguin Pantry corner. Exusiai was still slumped dramatically over the counter, occasionally letting out long sighs while Texas kept a watchful eye on her. Croissant had started fiddling with the empty shelves, adjusting their positions for the third time, and Sora checked her phone every few minutes. Bison stood nearby, trying to keep everyone calm.
Then Bison's phone rang. He answered it quickly. "Hello? Arno?" After listening for a moment, he nodded. "Got it. Niko is on her way with the first batch. Alright, we'll keep an eye out." He ended the call and turned to the others. "That was Arno. He said Niko is heading over right now with the delivery."
The news immediately lifted the mood. Exusiai shot upright, her halo flaring brightly. "Finally! She's coming! Wait, just her? How long do you think it'll take her?
"Shouldn't be too long," Bison replied. "Let's just wait here like normal people."
"And what's that supposed to mean!?"
But before anyone could settle back into their waiting, a sudden noise came from the small stockroom behind the Penguin Pantry counter. The sound of rustling and clattering echoed — the sound of something heavy being moved, followed by the faint rattle of wheels on the floor. The entire group froze.
"Wait… what was that?" Croissant whispered, her usual cheerful expression shifting to alert focus.
Sora's eyes widened. "Nobody's supposed to be in there yet. We haven't even put anything inside!"
Exusiai's hand immediately went to her gun. "Intruder? After we just built it?"
Texas straightened up immediately, her hand moving instinctively toward her weapon. "Stay sharp. It could be nothing, but we're not taking chances if it can sneak up on all of us like this."
Without another word, the crew moved into formation with practiced ease. Croissant and Bison stepped to the front, weapons drawn and ready. Croissant and Bison raised their shields and stood firm. Texas positioned herself slightly behind them, sword partially drawn, her eyes locked on the stockroom door. Sora stayed further back with her walkie-talkie ready to call for back-up , and Exusiai hovered nearby with her gun already in hand, though she kept it pointed safely downward for now.
"On three," Croissant muttered under her breath. The tension in the air was thick. After everything that had happened with Arno and Niko recently, no one was willing to take any risks inside their own warehouse.
Bison gave a short nod. "One… two… thr–!."
The door burst open on its own with a familiar, purple haired child moving through it.
"Surprise—!"
A small voice rang out brightly from inside, but it cut off mid-word.
There stood Niko in the middle of the stockroom, pushing a trolley loaded with several large sealed crates. Her face was lit up with excitement for the big reveal, but the moment she saw the entire Penguin Logistics crew pointing weapons at her, her expression shifted from joyful to startled, then quickly to confusion.
The crew stared at her in stunned silence for a second.
Niko blinked, looking at the weapons, the formation, and the serious faces staring back at her. Then a small, smug smile slowly spread across her face. She placed one hand on her hip and tilted her head slightly.
"Did I… surprise you?" she asked, her voice full of innocent satisfaction.
A long beat of silence followed.
Exusiai's wings drooped as she lowered her gun. "Niko?! You scared the hell out of us!"
Croissant let out a huge breath and lowered her hammer, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand. "You coulda warned us, you know? Or called out or something? Almost smashed your head in…"
Texas sheathed her sword and let out one of her signature tired sighs, though the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. "You really picked the worst possible way to make an entrance. We thought someone broke in."
Bison slowly lowered his shield, looking equal parts relieved and embarrassed. "How did you get inside? There should be only one entrance into that room, and we're looking right at it…? "
Niko giggled, clearly pleased with herself despite the scare she had given everyone. "I wanted it to be a big surprise!"
She adjusted her grip on the trolley handle and looked around at the wide-eyed crew with a proud little smile. "Arno used his Arts to make a special door. It connects straight from our cart to this storage room. That's how I got in without anyone seeing me come through the front. Pretty cool, right?"
'Sorry, guys.' Niko thought, feeling slightly guilty. 'If I told you the truth, it would lead to too many questions that we're not sure how we can answer.'
Flashback
Back at the cart yesterday morning, Arno sat at the small table with a fresh cup of coffee, reviewing the latest system notice that had appeared after last night's disturbance. He expected the usual single-page document, but when he turned it over, he found a second page. That alone was enough to make him pause.
"Huh," he muttered, setting his coffee down. "Two pages this time?"
Niko, who had been rubbing the sleep out of her eyes while nursing a cup of cereal drink perked up at that. "Two pages? What does it say?"
Arno scanned the second page carefully. The text was clear and formal:
Additional Branch Functionality
The Primary Operator is granted the authority to establish secure points of entry connecting the Mobile Merchant Cart directly to the designated storage areas of approved branch locations. These access points are intended to facilitate efficient and secure restocking while maintaining product quality and operational discretion.
The following conditions apply:
• Points of entry may only connect to approved storage rooms within authorized branch facilities.
• Access is restricted to the Primary Operator and designated assistant.
• Points of entry cannot be used for unauthorized personnel, public access, or any purpose other than official restocking and delivery.
• Creation, activation, and management of these access points remain under the sole discretion and control of the Primary Operator.
• All existing security and confidentiality protocols shall continue to apply.
The primary cart's external operations will remain unchanged.
No public indicators of branch agreements or access points shall be displayed.
This authorization is granted solely to support measured stability and controlled growth — not unrestricted expansion.
Enforcement: Automatic
Override: Primary Operator Only
Duration: Indefinite until branch store is no longer deemed acceptable by Main Operator
Arno reread the section twice, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. "It says I can create direct entry points into the branch storage rooms. Basically… a shortcut straight from the cart into their stockroom for deliveries."
Niko's eyes lit up with immediate excitement. She leaned over the table, practically vibrating as she read the words herself. "Really? We can just appear inside the storage room? That's perfect! We won't have to carry everything through the front where everyone can see. It'll be so much easier!"
She bounced on her toes, a wide grin spreading across her face. "We can surprise them every time we deliver! No one will know how much we brought until we're already there. Arno, this is amazing!"
Arno leaned back in his chair, still processing the information. "It is convenient," he admitted. "But we'll use it carefully. I don't want to cause any panic."
Niko was already nodding rapidly, though her excitement showed no signs of fading. "Of course! But think about it — we can bring big loads without anyone seeing us struggle with crates on the street. And I can help set everything up before they even notice. This is going to make the whole branch thing work so much better."
She looked up at him with bright, hopeful eyes. "Can we try it today? For the first delivery to Penguin Logistics?"
Arno glanced at the notice one more time before folding it away. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, we'll test it today. But make sure to text them first, okay? As I said, I don't want to cause a panic."
Niko let out a happy cheer and immediately started preparing the boxes with much excitement…only to crawl back into bed since she was still sleepy, and wanted to have all the energy for that day's visit.
The next day, as she had the phone in one hand and the cart in front of the opening, she was about to call them in advance, but decided not to.
'Hehehe…' Niko giggled to herself, a devious smirk on her face. 'Sorry Arno, but I don't think I'll call them. I wanna surprise them with an entrance that'll knock their socks off!'
She pushed open the door.
END FLASHBACK
The group stared at her in open amazement. Croissant's mouth actually fell open for a second. Bison lowered his shield completely, blinking in surprise. Even Texas looked mildly impressed, which was rare for her.
"Whoa…" Croissant breathed. "A direct door? Like, basically teleportation?I didn't even know Arts can do that!. No wonder we didn't see you coming."
Sora leaned forward, eyes sparkling. "So you can just… appear here whenever you want? That's amazing! It must make deliveries so much easier."
Exusiai's wings fluttered rapidly as she stepped closer, her expression shifting from shock to pure excitement. "Wait, so you can visit us anytime you want now?!" she asked, practically bouncing in place. "Like, you could just pop in during lunch or after we finish routes or even when we're just hanging out? That's the best thing I've heard all week!"
Niko scratched the side of her cheek, looking a bit bashful but still smiling. "Well, yeah. But not all the time, since I'm still Arno's assistant, you know. I have to help with the cart, prepare food, and handle a lot of the packing. I can't just leave the lunk to do everything by himself."
"That's fair," Bison said with a nod, though he still looked fascinated by the idea. "Still, having a direct connection like that is really convenient. It'll make restocking way smoother than we expected."
Exusiai was not ready to let the topic drop. She moved around the trolley, inspecting the crates with growing enthusiasm. "But still! Even if it's not every day, this changes everything. We could have surprise lunch deliveries! Or you could come hang out after closing time. Niko, this is huge. You're basically part of the warehouse now."
Niko let out another soft giggle as she started helping unload one of the lighter crates. "I'm glad you like the idea. Arno thought it would be useful for the partnership, especially since we're going to be traveling soon. This way we don't have to carry everything through the main entrance every time."
Croissant rolled up her sleeves and jumped in to help lift a heavier crate, her earlier tension completely replaced by cheerful energy. "This kid just keeps getting cooler. First the food, now secret Arts doors. What's next? Are you gonna tell us the cart can fly or something?"
'At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if it did.' Niko thought, then giggled as she imagined the cart growing rockets and wings.
Texas shook her head slowly, though the faint smile on her face showed she was amused. "Don't give her any ideas. Let's focus on getting this stock put away properly before Emperor comes out and sees the mess we almost made."
The crew quickly fell into a productive rhythm. Exusiai and Croissant took turns carrying crates into the stockroom while Niko and Arno (who eventually came through the door as well) directed them on where to place the different items — sandwiches on the upper shelves, drinks in the refrigerated section, and preserved snacks toward the front for easy access. Sora helped organize the labels according to the price list they had prepared earlier, occasionally asking Niko for details about shelf life and best storage methods.
Every few minutes, Exusiai would glance over at Niko with bright eyes and ask another question. "So does the door stay open? Or does Arno have to open it each time? Can I come see it sometime? Not today, obviously, but later?"
Arno's mind raced as he thought of an explanation on why they can't do that.. "I can only do it once a day." He fibbed. " And maybe some other time, once things settle down a bit. I'm still trying to get control of it because it's tiring, and I need to focus a lot. The first door I opened accidentally came into Senior Superintendent Ch'en's office. Thankfully, her back was turned so she didn't notice us."
(What Arno didn't know was that his slip up was caught on her office camera. And now, the people in the surveillance office were ready to give her a piece of their minds on how the hell she didn't notice something like that so she could stop Arno from leaving. Only to remember that she can assign them to patrol the most boring districts in all of Lungmen, so they can only grumble to themselves before going back to work.)
Exusiai cringed at the thought of intruding on the office of such a hardass, but giggled nonetheless at the mental image.
"That's understandable," Bison said. He positioned a crate neatly against the wall. "Security and all that. Still, it's impressive. Makes me feel better about the whole branch idea. We won't have to worry as much about delays or transportation issues. Not only that, but we also don't need to worry about protecting our product midtransport from scalpers and raiders alike."
As they finished arranging the last of the crates, the Penguin Pantry finally looked alive. The shelves were neatly stocked, the refrigerated unit hummed softly, and the counter area now had several attractive displays ready for customers. Niko stepped back and wiped her hands on her apron, surveying the results with clear satisfaction.
Exusiai threw an arm around Niko's shoulders, careful not to squeeze too hard. "You really got us good earlier. My heart is still racing a little. But this? This makes up for it completely. The pantry looks incredible."
Croissant gave Niko a thumbs-up. "Welcome to the team, guys. Officially."
Niko's cheeks flushed with quiet pride as she looked at the filled shelves and the friendly faces around her while Arno thanked her..
Texas gave the group a small nod. "Good work. Let's get the front area tidied up before the afternoon shift comes through. Thanks for giving us this opportunity guys.. This is going to work out well."
The warehouse crew continued chatting and joking as they finished the final touches, the earlier scare now just another funny story they would no doubt tease Niko about for weeks to come. The Penguin Pantry was soon to open for business, and the partnership had officially taken its first lively step forward.
Arno and Niko returned to the cart as the sun began to set over Lungmen after they said goodbye to everyone. They even went to visit Emperor in his office before they left.. The alley outside was quiet, with only the distant sounds of the city drifting in. They had spent most of the afternoon at the warehouse helping arrange stock, answering questions from the crew, and making sure everything in the Penguin Pantry was properly set up. Both of them felt tired but satisfied after a long and successful day.
Once inside, Arno locked the door and let out a slow breath. He removed his jacket and hung it on the hook by the entrance. Niko kicked off her shoes and climbed onto her side of the couch, sitting cross-legged while watching him move around the small kitchen area. She turned on the T.V. to open up a movie for them to both watch as Arno prepared some dinner.
"That went better than I expected," Arno said as he started preparing a simple dinner. "The pantry looks good. The crew seemed really happy with the first delivery. Even Texas looked impressed."
Niko nodded, swinging her legs lightly. "Yeah. Everyone was so excited when we started unpacking. Exusiai almost knocked over a whole shelf trying to help. And Croissant kept saying how professional it all looked." She paused for a moment, then added with a small smile, "It felt nice seeing our things there. Like the cart is still helping people even when we're not around. And they were so happy to know that we can visit them anytime now."
Arno hummed in agreement. He glanced around the familiar interior of the cart — the shelves that always seemed to hold exactly what they needed, the space that had grown with their business, and the quiet reliability that had supported them through everything. "The cart really has done a lot for us. More than I ever thought possible when we first started."
Niko stayed quiet for a short while, watching him work. Then she tilted her head and spoke again. "Speaking of that… maybe we should ask it for a guard."
Arno stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. "A guard?"
"Yeah," Niko said, sitting up straighter. "Someone who can protect us. Especially after what happened before. It would make things safer while we travel, right?"
Arno shook his head slowly. "We don't know anyone who would be willing to just stand outside the cart all day, and I don't want to bring anyone we don't know into our home. That's not an easy job. Most people have their own lives and work."
Niko leaned forward, her eyes bright with the idea. "Then just ask the cart! Like how you thought about needing an assistant. That's how I ended up here with you. It worked out perfectly, so why not try the same thing for a guard?"
Arno rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little uncomfortable. "Niko… the cart has already given us so much. The extra space, the way it handles stock, those new access points for the branches. I don't want to push it any further. We should be grateful for what we have instead of asking for more."
"But it likes helping us!" Niko insisted, scooting to the edge of her bed. "It brought me to you when we both needed someone to help us. It gave us the branch notice exactly when we didn't wanna say goodbye. And the special door worked perfectly today. What's the worst that could happen if we just ask nicely for one guard?"
Arno gave her a long look. "Niko, I just want you to know that you are the best thing that has happened to me since I got to Terra–."
"Awww, thanks."
"But when I thought about getting an assistant, I didn't expect AT ALL to find you in the next box. I didn't expect ANYONE to be in a box. Who knows what thing the cart might give us?"
Niko puffed her cheeks out in a pout, refusing to back down. "Come on, Arno. Just try it. One little request. Think about it — a nice, strong guard standing outside. No more people staring strangely at the cart. No more worrying when we're sleeping or packing up. We could even travel to new places without always looking over our shoulders. It would be so much safer! And plus, we don't need to worry about them spilling our secrets to the outside world since this will be their new home!"
"Niko, that's called kidnapping."
"We're helping someone! Don't be such a downer!"
She hopped off the bed and walked over to stand right in front of him, looking up with wide, hopeful eyes. "Pleeeeaaaase? The cart has been really nice to us so far. One guard isn't that big of a request. What's the worst that could happen? It says no? Or maybe it gives us someone really cool? Either way, we won't know unless we ask."
Arno sighed, crossing his arms. He could tell she was not going to let this go easily. "You're really trying to tempt fate here, aren't you?"
Niko grinned, sensing she was close to wearing him down. "Maybe a little. But it's for a good reason! We're going to be traveling all over Terra soon. A guard would make everything better. Pretty please? We can ask together. I'll even say thank you out loud so the cart knows we're grateful."
She clasped her hands together and gave him her best pleading look, the same one she used when she really wanted extra snacks. "Just one try. If nothing happens, I won't bring it up again for a while. Promise."
Arno looked at her determined face for a long moment, then glanced around the cart as if expecting it to respond on its own. He let out another deep sigh, already knowing how this was going to end.
"Fine. You're right." He conceded, to which Niko whooped in victory. "After all…"
"What's the worst that could happen–?" He was cut off by a loud sound.
Arno and Niko were suddenly jolted as the entire cart rattled and shook violently for several seconds, as if something heavy had slammed into the side or the ground itself had trembled beneath them. Arno stood up instantly, heart pounding, and reached for the Remington Model 8 he kept nearby. Niko scrambled out of the sofa, eyes wide with alarm as she stood behind Arno and grasped at his shirt tightly.
"What was that?" she whispered, her voice shaky.
"I don't know. Stay behind me." Arno said quietly but firmly. He moved to the window, pulled the curtain aside just enough to peek out, and scanned the alley. The street outside was dark and completely still. No one was visible—no figures, no movement, not even a stray animal. The alley looked perfectly normal under the faint neon glow of the city. The shaking had stopped as suddenly as it began, leaving only an uneasy silence behind.
Arno kept watch for a long moment, rifle ready. Still nothing.
He was about to lower the curtain when a soft, familiar chime echoed inside the cart—the alert for a new official notice. A glowing document materialized above the small table near the window, flickering unsteadily for a few seconds before settling down.
Niko approached the paper cautiously while Arno stood guard to make sure nothing got into their home. She picked it up and started reading.
CART SYSTEM - OFFICIAL NOTICE
Branch & Security Authorization
Applicable Entity: Mobile Merchant Cart
Primary Operator: Arno
Due to the recent armed attack on the Cart and its inhabitants and confirmed ongoing risk to operations, the Cart System has dispatched a dedicated protection detail. One (1) qualified guard unit has been assigned to patrol and secure the immediate vicinity of the cart effective immediately. This measure will remain in effect for the forseeable to ensure the safety of the Primary Operator and Secondary Operator (Niko).
The assigned guard will maintain a visible presence during business hours and conduct regular checks during off hours. You are not required to provide any compensation or accommodation. Report any suspicious activity directly to the assigned guard or through standard channels.
This security detail is provided as part of standard protective protocols following—
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Enforcement: Automatic
Override: Primary Operator Only
Duration: Indefinite until revoked by the main Operator
WARNING // CORE INTEGRITY 73% // RECONNECTING TO MAIN FRAME…
The paper slip burst into flames just as they finished reading it. By midway, Niko quickly passed it to Arno after being spooked at how th notice went from neat and orderly to outright gibberish.
Arno had only just begun to process the corrupted notice when he heard Niko yelling at something.
There should only be two of them inside the home.
"Hey! That's mine!" Niko exclaimed, her voice sharp with indignation. She rushed toward the kitchen area. "Those are the leftover sweets and juice I was saving!"
Arno turned quickly, still gripping the Remington Model 8. His eyes landed on the figure standing in front of the open refrigerator to see tHe MoSt BeAuTiFuL ThInG He HaS eVeR SeEn.
The words echoed strangely in his mind as he stared. A young woman with striking orange hair, large golden ram-like horns, and massive white-and-gray wings stood casually before them. She wore very little — a revealing black-and-white outfit(??) that looked more like elegant fur trim mixed with a bodysuit than proper clothing. Her glowing pink eyes with swirl-like pupils scanned the contents of the fridge with mild curiosity as she popped another piece of Niko's candy into her mouth, oblivious to the world.
Arno's breath caught. His grip on the rifle loosened. Without thinking, he took a slow step forward, then another. A strange, hazy warmth spread through his chest. The world around him seemed to fade at the edges, leaving only her in sharp, irresistible focus.
Niko's voice sounded distant. "Hey, put some clothes on! You can't just walk around like that in someone else's home! What if someone sees you? Am I right, Arno? Arno?"
The newcomer froze. Her glowing pink eyes darted between Arno and Niko, filled with clear fear. She let out a small, startled "Gao?!" and quickly backed away, nearly dropping the candy. Before either of them could react, she bolted toward the far corner of the cart, pressing herself against the wall. Her large wings curled around her body protectively as she crouched down, watching them with wide, frightened eyes. She looked ready to bolt again at the slightest movement.
"Arno!" Niko called again, louder this time. She grabbed his sleeve, but he kept walking forward as if in a trance, eyes fixed on the horned girl. Something was clearly wrong. His movements were too slow, too dreamlike.
Niko's ears flattened against her head. "Snap out of it! Arno, stop! You're scaring her!"
When he did not respond, she planted herself firmly in front of him and pushed against his chest. "Wake up! Something's not right with you!"
Arno pushed her aside roughly, almost mechanically, his gaze never leaving the newcomer. Niko stumbled back a step and fell, eyes wide with alarm and rising anger.
"Oooohhh, whatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdo!?" she shouted anxiously. She spun toward the counter to see a full, unopened soda can that the creature pulled out of the fridge. "Aha!" And hurled it with all her strength at the back of Arno's head.
THUNK.
The can connected solidly. Arno staggered forward with a sharp grunt, the daze shattering instantly. He rubbed the sore spot on his skull, blinking rapidly as reality rushed back in.
"Motherfucker–! Niko, what the…?" He turned toward her, confused and wincing. "Thank you… I think."
Niko stood with her hands on her hips, breathing hard. "You were walking straight toward her like a zombie! I told you asking the cart for a guard was a bad idea! Look at her — she's eating my snacks and you almost walked into her!"
'You're the one who wanted to summon someone though?' Arno mused as he rubbed. 'Dumb cat.'
Ignoring the "I am NOT a cat!" from the counter, he looked up to see the newcomer had curled up even smaller. Her wings trembled slightly as she hugged her knees to her chest, watching them both with those wide, fearful pink eyes. She made no move to approach or speak, only shrinking back further when their attention turned toward her. She meant no harm — that much was clear from her timid posture — but she looked utterly overwhelmed and scared.
Arno took a careful step back, still rubbing his head. The strange pull he had felt moments ago had completely vanished, leaving only embarrassment and caution. He slowly lowered the rifle and set it aside.
"Easy," he said gently, raising his hands to show they were empty. "We're not going to hurt you."
The young woman in the corner remained silent, her glowing eyes flicking nervously between them. She pressed herself tighter against the wall, clearly unsettled by the sudden chaos she had caused.
Niko let out a long sigh, glancing between Arno and the timid newcomer. "See? You scared her when you walking around like that…"
Once again ignoring the peanut gallery, he took another look at her. Now with a clear head, he suddenly realized what he was looking at.
This time, with a clear head, the realization hit him like cold water.
This… this is Beast Gudako, isn't she?
The crimson hair, the golden ram horns, the large wings, the distinctive white-and-black outfit — even the glowing pink eyes. It matched exactly what he remembered seeing in passing once on the internet back on Earth. He had always assumed she was nothing more than a meme, a piece of fanart that had circulated around certain communities on Reddit and other sites. A drawing that was made by some horny guy on the internet for fun.
Standing before him was a corrupted version of the female protagonist of Fate Grand/Order. She didn't have a biography, a file, or even a fan theory following her.
Yet here she was, real, crouched in the corner of their cart, trembling like a leaf while staring at him with those PiNk bEaUtIfUl EyEs.
He punched himself in the jaw much to Niko's shock before he focused once more.
Arno's thoughts raced. How is she here? Why did the notice burn up like that? What exactly did we just ask for?
The young woman — Beast Gudako — remained pressed tightly against the wall. Her large wings were curled around her body as much as possible, and her glowing pink eyes watched both him and Niko with visible fear. She looked small and fragile despite her imposing features, making no aggressive movements whatsoever. When Arno shifted his weight slightly, she flinched and pressed herself even further into the corner, clearly terrified.
"I'm… sorry about that," he said gently, keeping his voice low and steady. "We didn't mean to scare you. This is our home. We're not going to hurt you."
Beast Gudako said nothing. She only watched them with those wide, anxious eyes, her clawed hands clutching at the fur trim of her outfit. She looked lost, overwhelmed, and deeply uncertain about her new surroundings.
Arno exhaled slowly, trying to organize his racing thoughts. The corrupted notice, the sudden appearance, the strange pull he had felt earlier — everything felt wrong in a way he could not yet explain. And now this. A character he had believed existed only as internet humor was crouching in their cart, scared and silent.
Niko glanced up at him, her expression shifting from irritation to concern as she noticed how quiet he had become. "Arno…? Who is she? What do we do?"
A calm, elegant voice suddenly filled the interior of the cart without any warning.
"My apologies for the abrupt delivery," the voice said smoothly. "I did not intend to cause such a fright in your home."
Both Arno and Niko jumped. Niko let out a small yelp and instinctively grabbed Arno's arm, while Arno's hand aimed the rifle he had set aside moments earlier to the direction of the voice. In the corner, Beast Gudako flinched violently and pressed herself even tighter against the wall, her wings trembling.
A faint shimmer appeared in the air near the center of the room. It quickly took the form of an older man with long white hair and refined, old-fashioned clothing. He regarded them with a polite, slightly amused expression.
Arno's eyes widened in immediate recognition. "Zelretch…"
Niko stared at the translucent figure, her ears flat against her head. "Who? Arno, you know this guy?!"
Zelretch offered a small, courteous bow. "Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, at your service. Though most simply call me Zelretch." He turned his gaze toward Niko with gentle warmth. "It is a pleasure to meet you, young lady. You must be Niko."
Niko blinked rapidly, still holding onto Arno's sleeve. "H-How do you know my name? What's going on?"
Zelretch chuckled softly. "I must apologize once more for the rather sudden manner of this introduction — and for dropping her off so unceremoniously." He glanced toward Beast Gudako, who was quietly nibbling on another piece of candy she had managed to keep hold of, watching the conversation with wide, nervous eyes. "The poor girl found herself in a difficult state. A friend of mine offered a solution on what to do with her. The same friend, I might add, who originally built this cart for you."
Arno exhaled slowly, the pieces beginning to fall into place. "The cart's creator…"
"Precisely." Zelretch gave a small, knowing smile. "They believed this arrangement might benefit all parties involved. She requires a safe place to recover and regain herself… and you required protection. A rather pragmatic compromise, in their view. How about we all calm down and take a seat?"
Beast Gudako hesitated but eventually allowed Niko to guide her toward the small bathroom area, her large wings folded tightly and her head lowered meekly.
"T-t-thank…you…" She murmured.
"Wow, you have a pretty voice, miss." Niko said as she grabbed a spare towel.
"S-so…rry…" the Beast spoke slowly. "F-for…the candy. Hun…gry…"
"It's okay, miss. I get hungry too. Your name is Beast Gudako, right? Arno mentioned it earlier."
The Beast flinched at the title. "Just…Gudako. D-don't like…being called… a monster."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Gudako, then? Okay. Let's clean you up and get you dressed while the grownups talk. Dinner comes after, okay?"
Gudako pouted at that part. "I…I'm an…adult…too…" But followed the young girl anyway.
Arno watched them go for a moment before turning back to Zelretch. "This… is going to take some explaining."
Zelretch's expression softened. "The poor girl has been through a great deal. Allow me to explain."
He spoke with the measured cadence of someone who had witnessed countless tragedies and miracles alike. "In a timeline where Chaldea stood on the verge of complete annihilation, the Master known as Gudako Fujimaru and her brother Ritsuka confronted one insurmountable crisis after another. Faced with the potential loss of every Servant and colleague she had come to care for, she developed an unrelenting desire for a flawless resolution — one in which all those under her care would survive, thrive, and find lasting happiness."
Zelretch paused, his eyes distant for a moment. "This aspiration, born from genuine devotion yet intensified by desperation, represented greed and desire in its purest form: an absolute refusal to accept anything less than total possession of the ideal outcome."
"A corrupted Grail, warped by the accumulated vices of humanity and the distortions of the Incineration, answered her plea. No one knows where she got it; some say it was passed on to her by someone wanting her downfall, or she merely kept it on her person just in case, that matters little now. It granted her the capacity to strengthen and command her Servants with extraordinary effectiveness, securing victory after victory. Yet this power exacted a profound toll. It eroded her humanity and manifested her inner greed as a Beast-class entity."
He glanced again at the girl in the corner. "The Grand Beast of Greed thus emerged — a being compelled to claim and safeguard every bond, every life, and every future she deemed essential to her perfect victory."
After a brief silence, Zelretch continued, his voice quieter. "Even after she succeeded in defeating Goetia, she remained under the status of a Beast. Even though her brother and many Servants tried to defend her, the others deemed her too dangerous to remain, so she was exiled. She resents the reason for her banishment, yet she cannot bring herself to hate the people of Chaldea any longer. Deep down, she understood."
Arno's grip on his cup loosened slightly as she listened, her expression shifting from confusion to quiet sympathy. He didn't realize that he began gripping it hard when Zelretch described her transformation.
"I stepped in to help the poor girl find a new home and avoid being… disposed of," Zelretch said. "I wished to bring her somewhere she might feel even a tiny bit normal again — a place where she could have a genuine new start."
He smiled faintly. "That was when I was approached by a new entity. It was clearly benevolent, if a bit naive. This entity had heard of Gudako's situation and proposed bringing her to where 'his chosen' resided. I accepted the suggestion. After all, this cart was built by that very same entity."
Zelretch looked directly at Arno. "You were chosen for a reason, Arno. The cart believed you and Niko could provide the stability and kindness this girl needs, as well as help many people in this unfamiliar world. And in turn, she may become the protector you asked for."
Zelretch's expression was one of patient understanding as he looked around their dwelling.
Arno stared at the Kaleidoscope's figure, his mind still reeling from the flood of information. After a long pause, he spoke, his voice low. "So… what happened after? Last I checked, she was really brave and witty when interacting with her Servants. Why does she look so scared and timid now? And why does she talk like that?"
Zelretch let out a sigh he took a sip of the Cart's juice merchandise. He was quiet, as if thinking of a way to articulate it without seeming too blunt.
"Ah, you see," he began, his tone measured and scholarly, "she can speak in full sentences. However, the Beastification has left her mind in a rather fragmented state. It affects certain aspects of communication, making her slower and more hesitant than she once was. She is still very smart and remarkably sweet underneath it all, I assure you. But the process took a heavy toll."
He glanced toward Beast Gudako, who was quietly watching them with wide, anxious eyes.
"Additionally, she possesses a sort of… compulsion effect. It radiates from her very presence. You, yourself, were subject to it just now, weren't you? She speaks slowly in part because the corruption also influences her voice. She fears that if anyone truly heard her speak normally, they would be forced to obey her commands — even if she has no intention of issuing them. That fear has made her extremely cautious. Timid, even."
Arno frowned slightly. "Then how come Niko is unaffected?"
Zelretch's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "The status of the Messiah carries many connotations… as well as certain benefits. Young Niko stands in a rather special position within this Cart and its purpose. Such influences do not take hold as easily with her."
Niko, who had finished dressing Gudako, blinked in surprise as they came back to the common area. "Me? Special? I'm just… me."
"Precisely why it works so well, and why you were chosen to uphold your mission before coming here. " Zelretch replied with a gentle smile. "Now then, I have intruded long enough. I will leave the three of you to become acquainted. Treat her with patience and kindness. She deserves a chance to heal."
Arno remained quiet for a moment, absorbing everything, before he finally asked the question that had been weighing on him since the beginning. "I have so many questions. How is any of this even possible? How are you even able to interact with this universe? Shouldn't you basically only be… you know? Part of the Nasuverse?"
Zelretch chuckled, a faint, almost nostalgic expression crossing his face. "Is that what you people called it back where your from? A fair question, though. Terra was a version of Earth, once upon a time. Long, long ago. It simply followed its own path of evolution — much like how numerous other Earths have diverged across the kaleidoscope of possibilities. Different branches, different outcomes. Yours happened to cross paths with this one. The cart you received was built specifically to bridge such gaps. A nexus point for certain things. Why? The entity was most likely having some fun, for even I am unsure."
He gave a small, elegant shrug. "The details are… complicated, even for me. But rest assured, you are not the first traveler I have encountered, nor will you be the last."
'I wonder how Cirilla is doing?' Zelretch thought, his mind suddenly recalling a few other travellers. 'I hope she's doing alright, what with the Wild Hunt looking for her. Still, I hope she has met Geralt and Yennefer safely. Elizabeth would have my head if I didn't so much as check up on her from time to time.'
Before either Arno or Niko could press further, Zelretch raised his hand. A neatly wrapped package materialized in the air and floated gently toward Niko.
"For you, young lady," he said warmly. "A small token of appreciation for your kindness and resilience."
Niko accepted the package with wide eyes. She opened it carefully and let out a delighted gasp. "Whoa… these look so cool!" Inside was a brand-new set of adventurer-style clothing — a stylish dark cloak with a witch-like hat, sturdy boots, and practical yet charming accessories. Accompanying the outfit was a curious scepter topped with a glowing lightbulb, a bag filled with carefully sealed glass bottles clearly meant as throwables, and a note explaining their use.
There also contained a notebook on certain spells that she can use with the staff.
Niko's tail swished excitedly. "This is coool! Thank you so much!"
Zelretch chuckled softly. "I thought the scepter and those throwing implements would suit your rather impressive arm. Use them wisely."
He then turned to Arno. "Thank you for the food earlier — it was quite excellent. I hope you will take good care of Gudako. She needs patience, stability, and a chance to simply… exist without fear. I believe this cart, and the two of you, can provide that."
With a graceful motion, Zelretch produced a fresh, pristine document and placed it on the table. "A proper version of the notice that burned earlier. It should be far more stable."
CART SYSTEM - OFFICIAL NOTICE
NOTICE OF ASSIGNMENT
Subject: Gudako (Beast of Greed)
Origin World: Fate/Grand Order Alternative Timeline (Unrecoverable)
Status: Displaced (Permanent)
Due to the successful stabilization of multiple critical events and the subsequent loss of her original return vector, Subject Gudako has been relocated to an environment with sustainable support infrastructure.
Assignment: Dedicated Guard & Personal Security Detail
Assigned To: Mobile Merchant Cart
Primary Operator: Arno
Secondary Operator: Niko
Role Parameters:
Enforcement: Automatic
Override: Primary Operator Only
Duration: Indefinite until revoked by the Primary Operator
Note: The assigned guard is currently in a recovering state. Patience and understanding during her adjustment period is recommended.
He also gave Arno a ring. "This should help with the compulsion."
Zelretch gave them both one final, respectful nod. "Until we meet again. And goodbye, Gudako."
Gudako smiled softly and waved back. "Good…bye…!"
The air rippled once more, and Zelretch disappeared as suddenly as he had arrived, leaving the cart feeling strangely quieter in his absence.
Niko stood holding her new clothes and scepter, still processing everything. She glanced over at Beast Gudako, who was watching the whole exchange with wide, timid eyes, then back at Arno.
"Well…" she said slowly, "this has definitely been the strangest day yet."
Arno looked at the new notice on the table, then at the timid Beast in the corner, and finally at Niko's excited expression as she held up her new hat.
He let out a long, tired sigh. "Yeah. It really has. This is… a lot to take in."
Niko nodded, still processing everything. She turned back to the timid girl in the corner and offered a small, encouraging smile. "Come on, miss. Let's have some dinner!"
Beast Gudako hesitated for a long moment, her glowing pink eyes darting nervously between Arno and Niko. Eventually, she gave a tiny nod and allowed Niko to gently guide her toward the couch while Arno wore the ring and started preparing dinner.
While she was no longer semi-naked, she was still in some ill-fitting clothes. She currently wore Niko's old coat and Arno's shorts and shirt. They will be going on another shopping trip before leaving.
As the night drew to a close, they all sat together.
Arno offered a gentle nod and passed her a plate of rice and curry. "You're safe here. We'll figure this out together."
Beast Gudako looked at him for a long moment, then gave the smallest, almost imperceptible nod in return. She remained quiet, but there was a faint trace of cautious hope in her glowing eyes.
Niko let out a long sigh and crossed her arms. "This is definitely going to take some getting used to."
Gudako took the scene before her eyes and was still a bit shy, but she slowly receded her wings so as not to knock over anything. She took a spoonful of her food and chewed slowly.
As the taste of warm food and the feeling of a kind and understanding atmosphere fully drew upon her, she teared up a little but still smiled at both of them.
"Thank you…"
The two original occupants smiled at her and began to eat. When all was said and done, they turned in for the night, with Arno sleeping on the couch while Gudako took his bed.
After several days of urgent preparations, the time had finally come. The cart was fully stocked with supplies, emergency clothing for Gudako, and several history books about Terra that Niko gathere for Gudako to study. Gudako now wore simple but practical traveling clothes that fit her properly. She remained quiet and timid, staying close to Niko as the group made their final checks.
As the cart approached the outskirts of Lungmen, Arno slowed down and pulled out his phone. "One last call before we leave the city."
He dialed Lin Yuhsia first. The call connected after a few rings.
"Arno," Lin answered, her voice calm but warm. "I take it this is your farewell call?"
"Yes," Arno replied. "We're nearing the exit now. I just wanted to thank you again — for everything. For being fair with us from the start, and for understanding why we have to go."
Lin was quiet for a moment. "I understand. Take care of yourselves out there. The offer to join the LYEA remains open if you ever need it. Safe travels, Arno. And please look after Niko."
"We will. Thank you, Miss Lin. Oh, and I suggest you or your men head over to the Penguin Logistics warehouse in the district where I used to be. Just ask them about me and they'll hook you up."
Lin raised an eyebrow on her end, but nonetheless agreed to do so.
He ended the call and quickly dialed Commissioner Swire next. The conversation was shorter but no less sincere.
"Heading out already?" Swire asked.
"Yes. Thank you for your help during the incident. We won't forget it."
Swire let out a small huff. "Just don't go causing trouble in other cities. And if you ever need anything in Lungmen again, you know where to find us."
"Thanks. Oh, and head over to Penguin Logistics later with some of your men. Ask them about the new store and they'll hook you up with something nice."
"Is that so? Alright then. Thank you and goodluck."
With the final goodbyes said, Arno put the phone away. The tall buildings of Lungmen grew smaller in the rearview as the cart continued forward. The bustling noise of the city slowly faded, replaced by the open road stretching ahead.
Niko looked back through the window for a long moment before turning to Arno. "We really did it. We're actually leaving."
Arno kept his eyes on the path ahead. "Yeah. New places, new people. But we're not going alone anymore."
Gudako sat quietly near the window, her glowing pink eyes watching the city disappear behind them. She remained silent, but there was a faint trace of cautious hope in her posture as she stayed close to the two people who had taken her in.
The three of them — two original residents and one displaced guardian — traveled onward, leaving Lungmen behind as they began the next chapter of their journey across Terra.
Whatever awaited them on the road ahead, they would face it together.
AN: "Tuesday at the latest if everything goes according to plan." Me and my big mouth, huh? Hey, guys! Sorry for the late post. I basically had some stuff go on wherein I got exiled to the countryside with my mum to visit grandma. She was really nice and sweet, but I had barely any access to wifi there. I was also there with my relatives, but what happened was that one of them thinks fanfic is cringe (kinda is, but I love it all the same) and decided to delete my latest chapter because he didn't like that I was a writer. Of course, I told my mom, and I was free to delete something of his that wasn't related to school.
So, I deleted his save on Final Fantasy Rebirth. 60 Hours in, so I'd say it wasn't that deep. He bitched and whined, but hey. Respect the Golden Rule.
Anyway, I had to redo it from scratch, but thankfully I kept my chapter outline on a different device so I cobbled this thing together. It's admittedly a bit shorter than the original chapter, which sat at 19k words at the time with deeper stuff baked into it. Sadly, I can't remember the other stuff that was in it since some parts came during mycaffeine-induced well-rested haze.
So it's finally here, huh? Departure from Lungmen. From now on, I won't be mentioning a specific time wherein I'll post the next chapter since they tend to get derailed. Hope that's alright with you guys.
And by the way. The other travellers that Zelretch mentions are Cirilla from The Witcher series, and Elizabeth from BioShock.
Thank you and enjoy! Kindly comment what you think; I like engaging with my readers.
The walk back to the cart was quiet.
The afternoon sun had already started to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the streets. Arno walked with his hands in his pockets, while Niko stayed close beside him, her small backpack bouncing lightly with each step. She hadn't said much since they left the warehouse.
Every now and then she would glance up at him, then look back down at the sidewalk.
When they finally reached the alley, Arno unlocked the cart's side door. The familiar smell of home greeted them as they stepped inside. Niko dropped her backpack by the table and sat down on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs slowly.
Arno locked the door behind them and leaned against the counter for a moment, watching her.
"You've been quiet," he said.
Niko shrugged, still looking at the floor. "I keep thinking about what Exusiai said. And Texas. And Sora…" She said. "They all looked really sad when we told them. Especially Exusiai. She tried to smile at the end, but I could tell she was forcing it."
Arno walked over and sat down on the stool across from her.
"They were sad," he said honestly. "But that's because they care about the both of us. That's not a bad thing."
Niko nodded, but she still looked troubled. She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve.
"I know. But it still makes me feels bad." She hesitated, then added softly, "Do you think they'll be okay without us?"
Arno thought about it for a second.
"Don't worry about that too much." he said. "Remember the new notice? This'll make things easier for the both of us without having to worry about our safety in the streets of Lungmen. Besides, if we move now, you might even get to make more friends now that we can open branches."
"Branches…" she repeated quietly. "Yeah… I guess so. It's just so scary that we'll be at a new place after how much time we've already spent here. Do you really think new branches will work out without us being there?"
"Yeah," Arno said. " These are places that can sell our food and drinks even when we're not there, headed by people that you and I trust. Penguin Logistics might be one of them, if Emperor agrees to the contract. Although I'm not really that good with these kinds of things, I have a good feeling about this one. At least, that's what my business degree back home thinks so…"
Niko tilted her head slightly. "Yeah, but how will this work when we're leaving though? And are you sure Mr. Emperor will sign the contract you prepared?"
"Possibly. He may look kinda silly, but Emperor is very smart with these things. Not only that, but he also cares deeply about his crew, so I get the feeling he'll agree because of how good our items are."
She looked thoughtful for a moment. She stopped swinging her legs and stared at the floor for a while.
"I guess that's good," she said softly. "At least they won't have to miss it completely. But… It still feels weird. New areas, new people, we don't even know if the customers we'll be getting will like our food the same way our regulars do now.."
Arno nodded. He understood what she meant.
"It does feel weird starting from scratch all over again." he admitted. "But this way we can keep some kind of connection without staying in one dangerous spot. We move. They stay. But the cart's stuff can still reach them."
Niko thought about that. She reached over and picked up the half-eaten apple from earlier, turning it in her hands again.
"But what about the others like Miss Lin and Miss Swire?" she asked. "Do you think they'll be okay even after we're gone?"
Arno gave her a gentle look.
"I think they will," he said. "From what we've seen, they seem to be pretty tough cookies."
Niko gave a tiny nod. She then went back to eating her snacks as she thought about how the recent calls went..
"Yeah, you're probably right." She said as she finished her food.
" Of course, I'm right. I'm me." Arno smirked as he went to prepare some more snacks.
Niko merely stuck her tongue out at him for that.
It was nearing night time now, and Arno and Niko have finished their last preparations (which mostly centered around watching the news on the current state of their destination), reading up on the laws and buying some extra clothes and other…necessities (read: snacks that Niko likes from the Tea House nearby). As Niko was playing around on some crossword puzzle books, Arno received a call.
' I hope it's not the police station again.' Arno thought as he washed and dried his hands before going to pick up the phone. 'As nice as Commissioner Swire was in our little discussion, her colleagues don't know how to quit.'
It wasn't them, thankfully. Instead, it was someone he didn't expect to call at least until tomorrow.
"Hello, Mr. Emperor."
"Hell, cart man. None of that 'Mister' stuff, please. " Emperor's laid-back voice came through. "I talked it over with the senior crew, and Croissant and Sora have agreed to be the ones to be the main people to sell your items alongside me.. We're in. We'll take the branch deal."
Arno's shoulders relaxed a little. "That was fast."
"What can I say? My people know good food when they see it. Your stuff is reliable, and having it on our routes would be a big help. Plus, the girls and Bison already like you too, so this is a plus in my book. We'll follow your rules according to the contract; no reselling, no messing with the products, everything stays the same. You deliver the refills, we sell what you give us, and my peeps get their cut. That right?"
"Yep." Arno said. "I'll send Niko over at some point to get the signed version of the contract. For legality sake and stuff."
"Sounds good." Emperor paused for a second, then added, "And hey… you two watch yourselves out there. I know it's obvious, but your next destination will be nothing like how it is around here in Lungmen."
Arno glanced at Niko, who was watching him curiously. He then turned the phone to loud speaker so that she could listen in.
"We will," he replied. "Thanks, Emperor."
"So how is this gonna work when you're leaving though? Are you gonna drop by here before you go with crates full of them bentos or something? You want me to send some people over to collect the items?"
"You'll see soon enough. Don't worry, it'll be a pleasant surprise to say the least." Arno inquired. "How about you, though? How will you guys sell it? Are you guys gonna just make a website or something?"
"Nah, man. You see, Croissant came up with this thing that we can do so people will be able to find us easily," Emperor said, chortling at the name. "It's called the Penguin Pantry."
He leaned back in his chair, clearly proud of the idea.
"It's gonna be a sort of snack depot thing. What we'll do is to make a small shop near the warehouse so that both employees and the outside population can access it. We'll set it up in a small corner to avoid making a hooplah about it and not cause issues with the restaurants around here. When drivers or warehouse staff have downtime, they can run the counter and sell your stuff. Bentos, juice, coffee, candy, all of it. Employees get first dibs on the available stock, and we'll let outside people buy too if they swing by."
Emperor tapped his flipper on the desk as he continued.
"On top of that, we'll let drivers carry a limited stock in their trucks. Sealed packages only. When they make deliveries to offices, construction sites, or regular clients, they can offer your food as an add-on. This way, even if we don't sell, word of mouth can still make it to nearby people."
He grinned.
"Three rules we'll stick to. First, your prices stay the same, so no discounting unless you tell us. Second is that I'll be keeping a close eye on the stock on the off chance that somebody tries to sell it on their own. Third, everything stays sealed and exactly how you make it. We don't touch the recipes or mess with the quality."
He paused for a bit to double check the contract before he continued.
"Our people get a cut of the daily earnings — we're thinking thirty-five percent for now, but we can negotiate. The drivers and staff who actually sell the stuff get a small personal commission on top of that. And yeah, they'll be allowed a reasonable daily allowance for themselves — one snack and a drink per shift, something like that. Nothing crazy."
Arno hummed as he pulled out his own copy of the contract to follow what Emperor was saying.
So far? Everything was on point..
"Yep. So for restocking, I'll handle that on my end, alright?" Arno said. "I'll just start small for now with a few crates as a sort of test run. People will be skeptical that someone else aside from Niko and I are selling the items, so I'll leave it to you to assure people on how to grab people's attention, okay?"
"So far? Everything was on point."
Emperor let out a short laugh on the other end.
"No problem, man. We got this. The girls all have their own talents when it comes to talking. Croissant especially since she's good at scam–-uhh, convincing people on the goods she usually hawks. But she's clean though, don't worry. Sora is an idol, so I'm pretty sure it'll be easy for her to shill your products to her fans. And it's not like they're the cheaply made items with her face slapped on it so I guarantee you that they'll take off, no sweat.
He paused for a second, then continued in his usual relaxed tone.
"We'll start with just the main warehouse depot and two regular routes. Keep it small like you said. If it moves well, we'll try and expand with other stuff that you have; at your discretion, of course."
Niko has already long left when the discussion devolved into business stuff. As Arno is watching her read a book about Originium Slug facts (written by some guy named Big Bob), he made an affirming sound as he reviews the notes he's been making.
As he glanced over at her for a second, making sure she was okay, before turning his attention back to the call.
"Sounds good," he said. "We'll deliver the first batch tomorrow in the afternoon. I'll also give you a copy of my guidebook that I use to keep track of prices, as well as a small catalogue on what I'll be selling through you. I trust you guys not to steal anything, but suddenly giving you access might seem overwhelming since Penguin logistics is a delivery service first and foremost."
Emperor gave an approving hum on the other end of the line. "Eh, we'll be fine. Misplacing stuff is a thing of the past now that we have stable internet and good computers. Croissant is actually pretty good at this kinda stuff too…if she isn't trying to automate the system with some sort of program that almost fried the computers."
"In my defense," a muffled voice shouted from somewhere in the background, " it sounded pretty efficient at the time."
Emperor replied in a flat tone, "That was Croissant. Just ignore her. "
"I heard that! And you and I both know it worked for a while!" Croissant called back loudly.
"And we almost lost some clients because your stupid program switched the month and day around!" He called back.
Arno let out a quiet snort as he flipped through the pages of the contract again. He could almost picture the scene at the Penguin Logistics warehouse.
"Works for me," Arno said. "I thin k we got it down pat already. Your really thorough about this business stuff, huh?"
"Gotta be. This was a dream of mine, y'know? To try and make something of myself that didn't involve the stiffs back at Columbia. I'm always open to try new things, as you should be if you're a business man. And look at me now."
'Columbia?' Arno wondered. 'Interesting origin. But then again, Niko and I just spawned here like we were starting a new game of MineCraft.'
"Actually… there is something else I wanted to ask you." He was snapped out of his ponderings by Emperor's statement.
"Go ahead."
"Are you really serious about this traveling plan of yours?"
Arno glanced over at Niko. She had curled up on her side on the bed, completely focused on her book about Originium Slugs. Every now and then, one of her ears twitched as she listened to the conversation.
"Yeah," Arno answered honestly. "We are. Even though things have gotten smoother lately, I still see people eyeing the cart when they think no one's watching. So much so that the granny from the tea house gave us a heads up when we visited her.."
Emperor let out a long sigh.
"Man. That sucks, and I mean it," Emperor went on." It's gonna be hard for everyone who's had your things go back to what they used to. Some businesses have even said that they're glad that your finally leaving because there's nobody there to steal customers."
From the bed, Niko looked up right away. "What happened?" she asked loudly so the phone would pick it up.
Emperor let out a short laugh. "Oh, hey kid. Exia was ready to play some rather nasty pranks on the guys if Texas and Sora hadn't stopped her. And believe me when she's no one to be trifled with when she gets upset."
"That sounds exactly like her," Arno muttered.
"Texas told her it was a bad idea and that you would never go for it. Then Exusiai accused her of not believing in friendship enough."
Niko burst into laughter. "Oh my god, she really said that?"
"She absolutely did," Emperor confirmed, sounding amused. "Texas did not get mad. She just looked really really tired.".
The mood on the call lightened after that exchange. Emperor went back to talking through the rest of the details while Arno took careful notes on the side of the contract. They discussed storage temperatures for the food, how much packaging they could use, how quickly they expected the stock to move, and when deliveries should happen.
It felt strange to Arno. Just a few days ago, the thought of turning the small cart into something bigger would have seemed impossible. Now he was discussing distribution plans across different areas with a penguin who ran a logistics company and made music on the side, while a twelve-year-old girl read facts about slugs a few feet away. Life in Terra could be very odd sometimes.
"…And one more thing," Emperor said after a while. "You got any plans for branding?"
Arno stopped writing. "Branding?"
"Yeah. Logos, signs, names. Stuff that people can recognize right away."
"Not really no. I didn't think that I would take off this well when I first started out." Arno replied.
"Come on, man. Do you have no eye for these things?." Emperor sounded more energetic now. "You already have a whole thing going with how special this stuff is! Plus, your mascot over there seemed to be one of the main attractions considering how people liked seeing her smile so much."
Niko flushed when she heard that and sank further into the sofa with her book.
"Besides, don't you know about the rumors on the mysterious cart of 14th street? Even people in the higher and richer districts are hearing about you. Some influencers have even tried to find you recently, but had to quit because of the shooting."
"I do not have a mysterious merchant vibe. You're exaggerating. " Arno said. "Besides, I have access to the internet. Don't you think I would've heard about that by now?"
"You absolutely do," Emperor shot back right away. "You live in a cart that seems like it came from nowhere and you sell food that fixes exhaustion problems. That is already most of a legend right there."
Niko nodded seriously from the sofa. "Yeah. People in Lungmen talk about you like you are some kind of cryptid. Besides, you're basically a caveman who barely uses your phone. What's with the brightness and amount of notifications on it?"
Arno looked at the phone and then at Niko with the same disappointed expression. "I regret becoming known. And I told you that I don't really use electronics all that much in confidence, Niko. We're having sprouts for dinner."
"Too late now, buddy," Emperor said with a laugh as he heard Niko start whining about the icky veggies.
He continued in his relaxed way. "What I am saying is, people remember names. If you are really going to travel around Terra, you should lean into it a bit. It does not have to be loud or flashy. Just enough so that when your stuff shows up somewhere, folks know it is from you."
Arno thought about it quietly for a moment. "I will consider it."
"That means no, but said more slowly,"
"Correct."
"Fine." Emperor grumbled, but new better than to pester his new business partner even further.
The conversation went on for another twenty minutes. It moved away from the strict contract details and into more practical matters. Emperor shared information about some safer trade routes that Penguin Logistics used regularly when moving through Yan and Columbia in case they went through those channels. Arno wrote those down carefully as well.
By the time the call began to wind down, the lights outside the cart had grown much dimmer. It was nearing midnight in Lungmen. And the regular foot traffic had died down..
"Alright," Emperor said at last. "We will get everything ready on our side. Try not to disappear before tomorrow.
"No promises," Arno replied.
"Man, everybody keeps saying that to me lately."
Arno gave a faint smile. "Goodnight, Emperor."
"Night, cart man. Night, kid."
"Goodnight!" Niko called out cheerfully from the bed.
The line clicked off. Silence settled over the cart once more. It was not a heavy silence, just thoughtful.
Arno placed the phone on the counter and stretched his shoulders, feeling the stiffness from the long day. From her bed, Niko slowly closed her book and set it aside.
"So," she said carefully, "it's that time, huh? Are we really ready to go?."
Arno looked over at her. The contract had been agreed upon. The routes were being prepared. Tomorrow they would make the first delivery for the new branch. For the first time since the attack, while still uncertain, at least they now had a good step in a certain direction. Is it the right one? That remains to be seen.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "We are."
The next morning, Arno received a short message from Emperor asking him to stop by the Penguin Logistics warehouse. The penguin wanted to show him the Penguin Pantry that Emperor was so excited about.. Arno agreed right away and went to wake up a sleeping Niko to inform her of the news.. After finishing a simple breakfast of ham and eggs together, he and Niko locked up the cart and walked over.
The streets were busy with the usual morning activity. Delivery trucks passed by, and vendors called out to early customers. Niko stayed close to Arno, her steps quick with excitement. She had been looking forward to this visit since the moment she heard about it.
When they reached the warehouse grounds, Emperor was waiting near the side entrance. The large penguin stood with his flippers clasped behind his back, looking pleased. "Sup Arno, hey Niko. Good timing," he said in his easygoing voice. "Come on inside. I want you to see what we put together before the rest of the crew starts crowding the area."
They followed him through the warehouse to the outside. The familiar sounds of work filled the space — boxes being moved, engines running in the loading area, and occasional laughter from the team. Emperor led them to a middle section of the wall that marked the property line. A clean, freshly painted sign hung above the entrance: "Penguin Pantry" in bold, friendly lettering while next to it was the Penguin Logistics Logo.
"This is the spot," Emperor said, waving one flipper toward the area. "We kept it straightforward and simple so it doesn't distract anyone here at work. What do you think? Kinda like your style, eh?"
Arno stepped inside and looked over the setup. It was a modest but practical corner shop. A solid counter ran along the front with shelves mounted neatly behind it. A small refrigerated display case stood on one side, and additional shelving waited for stock. The layout used the limited space efficiently. A chalkboard was on the far wall behind the register, most likely meant for the prices of items. with space left for daily items. The whole area felt clean and well-organized. It also seemed to go back around to the other side of the wall it was positioned on as he eyes the shutters on the opposite window..
"It's incredible." Arno breathed as he ran a hand across the shelves. "How did you manage to get this ready so quickly? It's barely been 12 hours since your call!"
"Ha! 'How did I do it so quickly?' He says." Emperor gave a short chuckle. "You, sir, really have no idea how big of a splash you made to the people in this district, do you?"
Emperor did a hop as he sat on the counter to look his business partner in the face.
"Dude, when I informed our usual construction guys that we were making this thing for you, they just ran out the door with tools and supplies in hand. Apparently, some of them have been regulars at your cart too, so they were extremely excited and immediately got to work. I'm pretty sure they didn't even sleep considering I received some noise complaints when I got to the office this morning."
'Also explains the numerous cans of the rumored coffee strewn about the worktable when I got there…' Emperor thought. 'Then again, it's the legendary Bolson company we're talking about here.'
"But enough about that, how about saying hi to the crew?"
Right on cue, Croissant came around from behind a stack of nearby boxes, toolbox in hand. Her orange hair was pulled back, and she had a bit of dust on her sleeve. "Hey, Arno! Niko!" she called out brightly. "You're here to check it out? Come on, tell me what you think!"
Arno ran a hand along the edge of the counter. "It's incredible, honestly. I never liked adding eye-catching decor on my cart since it looks garish. Good spacing and a pretty comfy interior too. This should be easy to work with during busy times."
Croissant grinned and gave a proud thumbs-up. "Glad you like it! Bison and I worked aaaalll afternoon just to make the plans. We even (made Bison) help out with the construction crew so that we could finish it on time!"
The aforementioned employee was on a nearby couch nursing a cup of coffee. He looked exhausted but still gave a thumbs up.
Niko walked behind the counter and looked at the empty shelves with wide eyes. "This is soooo cool!," she said, clearly impressed. "I can already picture how everything will look here."
Texas appeared from the main floor, hands in her pockets as usual. She gave the setup a calm, appraising look. "It works," she said simply. "Plenty of room behind the counters for one or two people. Easy access to the back storage area too. Should run smoothly. We even have some pretty strong fan units here during hot weathers, as well as a minifridge for our own snacks and drinks."
Sora joined them a moment later, her expression lighting up when she saw the finished store. "Sorry I'm late! I had to go back because I left my wallet by mistake. Wow, it turned out even better than I imagined! The sign looks cute. I was thinking we could put some small displays up front once we have stock. Nothing too crowded, just enough to catch people's attention."
Exusiai came running in shortly after, nearly sliding to a stop when she spotted Arno and Niko. Her halo glowed with energy. "You're both here! This is the new pantry spot, right?" She leaned over the counter, looking around eagerly. "It's perfect! I can already tell it's going to be popular. When do we start putting things on the shelves? I want to be the first customer."
Arno gave her a small smile. "We won't be opening today. We will handle the first delivery soon, but we wanted to see the setup first. We will be delivering though, so watch out for that."
Exusiai let out a dramatic sigh but kept smiling. "Aww, fine. But I'm still calling dibs on the some of that apple pie once it opens. This whole thing is going to be awesome. Everyone at the warehouse has been asking about it."
Emperor tapped a flipper on the counter as he explained the plan. "We'll keep most of the stock in the small room right behind here for easy access. Drivers can pick up sealed packs before their routes. We already printed out a simple log sheet and some ledgers to track what sells and what needs restocking."
The group spent time going over the small details. Arno asked questions about how they planned to handle payments and customer flow. Croissant asked if she could have some of the stock for her to sell on her own time, which was denied. Sora suggested a few ideas for making the display more inviting while even suggesting that she sponsor it to her fans.
Niko listened closely to everything, occasionally adding her own thoughts about how certain items should be grouped together. The crew's genuine interest and careful planning seemed to ease some of the worry she had felt about leaving their products in someone else's hands.
"This should work well for the test run," Arno said after they had gone through most of the details. "Welp, let's just see how it goes. If things move steadily, we can talk about adding more variety later."
Emperor nodded, looking satisfied. "Don't worry, man. We'll keep this side running properly while you're gone. I may joke around a lot, but I'm really good at these things. The crew already likes your stuff, so I expect it to do fine."
The warehouse behind them continued its normal activity , but the new pantry corner had a noticeable buzz of interest. A few other workers walked by, glancing curiously at the setup and asking quick questions. The atmosphere remained relaxed and cooperative, with Exusiai's energy and Croissant's jokes keeping things fun.
Arno stood back for a moment and took in the full picture. Seeing their products about to enter a new space run by people they had come to trust felt like a real step forward in his little business venture. It was strange and new, but not at all bad.
Emperor gave Arno a light pat on the shoulder. "Not a bad start, right? Take your time looking around. Once you're ready with the first batch, just let me know. We'll be here."
Arno nodded. "We will. Thanks for showing us this. I'm still suprised by everything. But I gotta say, it looks much better than I expected."
They stayed a while longer, discussing minor adjustments and answering more questions from the crew. The partnership now had a physical home, and everyone involved seemed ready to make it work.
Surprises
A few hours had passed since Arno and Niko left the warehouse. The Penguin Pantry stood ready in its corner, clean shelves empty and waiting, the new sign hanging straight and bright. Most of the crew had gathered nearby during their break time, lingering around the counter and the small back room instead of returning fully to their usual tasks. Emperor had disappeared into the main office with a stack of papers, muttering something about finalizing route schedules, so the rest of them were left to wait.Croissant leaned against the counter with her arms crossed, tapping her foot. "What's taking them so long? They said they'd bring the first batch soon. I thought 'soon' meant, you know… soon."
Sora sat on a nearby stool, swinging her legs lightly. "Maybe they had to pack everything carefully. All of his merchandise looked really fresh when we saw the samples before. You can't just rush good food."
"Yeah, but it's been hours," Croissant replied. She glanced toward the warehouse entrance for the tenth time. "I'm getting hungry just thinking about it. I kept one spot open on the front shelf for the bentos. It's staring at me, asking me why it's still empty right now."
Bison stood a little further back, arms folded. "I mean, the boss did say they'll bring it in the afternoon. Plus, they probably have a lot to organize. It's barely 2PM anyways, so we have time to be patient.."
From the other side of the counter, Exusiai could barely stay still. She paced back and forth, her red hair bouncing with every step and her halo glowing brighter than usual. Her wings twitched with restless energy. "Patient? How can anyone be patient right now? Arno and Niko are leaving soon, so this will be the last time we'll probably get to see either of them. They even promised me some more apple pie and juice if I didn't follow them so I can't help but be excited!"
Texas, who had been leaning quietly against the wall with her arms crossed, let out a long sigh. "Calm down, girl. They always make good on their promises so they should be here any minute."
"But Texas!" Exusiai spun toward her, eyes wide and pleading. "What if they need help carrying everything? I'm super fast! I could run over to the cart right now, grab a couple of crates, and be back before anyone notices. It would speed things up! Come on, it's a good idea!"
"No." Texas's voice was flat and firm. She reached out and caught the back of Exusiai's jacket before the Sankta could take more than two steps toward the exit. "You are not running off to the cart. You'll just overwhelm them and ruin whatever surprise they're planning."
Exusiai tried to pull forward anyway, though not hard enough to actually break free. "It's not ruining! It's helping! Think about it; with all the commotion that happened, they might need someone to protect them while they head over here. My mouth is watering at the thought of hanging out with that apple pie I just mentioned, and I can even look at Arno's gun while he drives over here. We've been waiting forever!"
Croissant laughed. "She's got a point on the waiting part. I'm starving too. Emperor said they were bringing a proper first load, not just a couple boxes. I want to see how much space we actually need."
Sora nodded, smiling. "I already told some of my fans in the group chat that something good might be coming to the warehouse soon. If Arno takes too long, they're going to start asking questions."
Exusiai turned her pleading eyes back to Texas. "See? Everyone's excited! I'll be super quick and polite. I won't even ask to see his gun again… today. Please? Just let me check if they're on the way. I'll fly low and everything."
Texas tightened her grip on the jacket. "You will stay right here. The last thing they need is you bursting in while they're trying to load heavy crates. You know how you get when you're excited. You'll start asking a hundred questions and they'll never finish."
"But I'm dying here!" Exusiai dramatically clutched her chest. "This is torture. Real, actual torture. What if the coffee gets cold? What if those hand pies go sad and lonely? I can't let that happen to our friends' hard work."
Croissant shook her head, grinning. "You're laying it on pretty thick, Exusiai. Your Ceobe is showing."
"It's true though! And don't compare me to Ceobe; she's really sweet but she emptied out the fridge last time she visited. I'm not that bad!" Exusiai insisted. She stopped pulling against Texas's hold and instead turned to the group with wide, hopeful eyes. "Doesn't anyone else want to go with me? We could make it a team effort. Moral support! Strength in numbers!"
Texas gave her a tired look. "Sit down. They'll be here when they get here. Arno isn't the type to forget or back out. Have some faith."
Exusiai let out a long, exaggerated groan but finally stopped fighting Texas's grip. She slumped against the counter instead, resting her chin on her arms while still staring longingly toward the warehouse entrance. "Fine… I'll wait. But if they don't show up in the next thirty minutes, I'm officially declaring an emergency and going anyway."
Sora giggled. "You're going to scare them off if you keep this up."
"Impossible," Exusiai declared. "They like me. Arno told me his secrets (sorta) and Niko even laughed at my jokes last time. I'm basically family now."
The crew continued chatting among themselves, trading guesses about how much stock Arno might bring and what the best-selling items would be. Every few minutes, someone would glance toward the clock, and Exusiai's ears would perk up at the smallest sound from outside. Texas remained right beside her, ready to grab her again if necessary, though a small, amused glint appeared in her eyes whenever Exusiai's impatience flared up.
The crew's chatter continued as they lingered around the new Penguin Pantry corner. Exusiai was still slumped dramatically over the counter, occasionally letting out long sighs while Texas kept a watchful eye on her. Croissant had started fiddling with the empty shelves, adjusting their positions for the third time, and Sora checked her phone every few minutes. Bison stood nearby, trying to keep everyone calm.
Then Bison's phone rang. He answered it quickly. "Hello? Arno?" After listening for a moment, he nodded. "Got it. Niko is on her way with the first batch. Alright, we'll keep an eye out." He ended the call and turned to the others. "That was Arno. He said Niko is heading over right now with the delivery."
The news immediately lifted the mood. Exusiai shot upright, her halo flaring brightly. "Finally! She's coming! Wait, just her? How long do you think it'll take her?
"Shouldn't be too long," Bison replied. "Let's just wait here like normal people."
"And what's that supposed to mean!?"
But before anyone could settle back into their waiting, a sudden noise came from the small stockroom behind the Penguin Pantry counter. The sound of rustling and clattering echoed — the sound of something heavy being moved, followed by the faint rattle of wheels on the floor. The entire group froze.
"Wait… what was that?" Croissant whispered, her usual cheerful expression shifting to alert focus.
Sora's eyes widened. "Nobody's supposed to be in there yet. We haven't even put anything inside!"
Exusiai's hand immediately went to her gun. "Intruder? After we just built it?"
Texas straightened up immediately, her hand moving instinctively toward her weapon. "Stay sharp. It could be nothing, but we're not taking chances if it can sneak up on all of us like this."
Without another word, the crew moved into formation with practiced ease. Croissant and Bison stepped to the front, weapons drawn and ready. Croissant and Bison raised their shields and stood firm. Texas positioned herself slightly behind them, sword partially drawn, her eyes locked on the stockroom door. Sora stayed further back with her walkie-talkie ready to call for back-up , and Exusiai hovered nearby with her gun already in hand, though she kept it pointed safely downward for now.
"On three," Croissant muttered under her breath. The tension in the air was thick. After everything that had happened with Arno and Niko recently, no one was willing to take any risks inside their own warehouse.
Bison gave a short nod. "One… two… thr–!."
The door burst open on its own with a familiar, purple haired child moving through it.
"Surprise—!"
A small voice rang out brightly from inside, but it cut off mid-word.
There stood Niko in the middle of the stockroom, pushing a trolley loaded with several large sealed crates. Her face was lit up with excitement for the big reveal, but the moment she saw the entire Penguin Logistics crew pointing weapons at her, her expression shifted from joyful to startled, then quickly to confusion.
The crew stared at her in stunned silence for a second.
Niko blinked, looking at the weapons, the formation, and the serious faces staring back at her. Then a small, smug smile slowly spread across her face. She placed one hand on her hip and tilted her head slightly.
"Did I… surprise you?" she asked, her voice full of innocent satisfaction.
A long beat of silence followed.
Exusiai's wings drooped as she lowered her gun. "Niko?! You scared the hell out of us!"
Croissant let out a huge breath and lowered her hammer, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand. "You coulda warned us, you know? Or called out or something? Almost smashed your head in…"
Texas sheathed her sword and let out one of her signature tired sighs, though the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. "You really picked the worst possible way to make an entrance. We thought someone broke in."
Bison slowly lowered his shield, looking equal parts relieved and embarrassed. "How did you get inside? There should be only one entrance into that room, and we're looking right at it…? "
Niko giggled, clearly pleased with herself despite the scare she had given everyone. "I wanted it to be a big surprise!"
She adjusted her grip on the trolley handle and looked around at the wide-eyed crew with a proud little smile. "Arno used his Arts to make a special door. It connects straight from our cart to this storage room. That's how I got in without anyone seeing me come through the front. Pretty cool, right?"
'Sorry, guys.' Niko thought, feeling slightly guilty. 'If I told you the truth, it would lead to too many questions that we're not sure how we can answer.'
Flashback
Back at the cart yesterday morning, Arno sat at the small table with a fresh cup of coffee, reviewing the latest system notice that had appeared after last night's disturbance. He expected the usual single-page document, but when he turned it over, he found a second page. That alone was enough to make him pause.
"Huh," he muttered, setting his coffee down. "Two pages this time?"
Niko, who had been rubbing the sleep out of her eyes while nursing a cup of cereal drink perked up at that. "Two pages? What does it say?"
Arno scanned the second page carefully. The text was clear and formal:
Additional Branch Functionality
The Primary Operator is granted the authority to establish secure points of entry connecting the Mobile Merchant Cart directly to the designated storage areas of approved branch locations. These access points are intended to facilitate efficient and secure restocking while maintaining product quality and operational discretion.
The following conditions apply:
• Points of entry may only connect to approved storage rooms within authorized branch facilities.
• Access is restricted to the Primary Operator and designated assistant.
• Points of entry cannot be used for unauthorized personnel, public access, or any purpose other than official restocking and delivery.
• Creation, activation, and management of these access points remain under the sole discretion and control of the Primary Operator.
• All existing security and confidentiality protocols shall continue to apply.
The primary cart's external operations will remain unchanged.
No public indicators of branch agreements or access points shall be displayed.
This authorization is granted solely to support measured stability and controlled growth — not unrestricted expansion.
Enforcement: Automatic
Override: Primary Operator Only
Duration: Indefinite until branch store is no longer deemed acceptable by Main Operator
Arno reread the section twice, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. "It says I can create direct entry points into the branch storage rooms. Basically… a shortcut straight from the cart into their stockroom for deliveries."
Niko's eyes lit up with immediate excitement. She leaned over the table, practically vibrating as she read the words herself. "Really? We can just appear inside the storage room? That's perfect! We won't have to carry everything through the front where everyone can see. It'll be so much easier!"
She bounced on her toes, a wide grin spreading across her face. "We can surprise them every time we deliver! No one will know how much we brought until we're already there. Arno, this is amazing!"
Arno leaned back in his chair, still processing the information. "It is convenient," he admitted. "But we'll use it carefully. I don't want to cause any panic."
Niko was already nodding rapidly, though her excitement showed no signs of fading. "Of course! But think about it — we can bring big loads without anyone seeing us struggle with crates on the street. And I can help set everything up before they even notice. This is going to make the whole branch thing work so much better."
She looked up at him with bright, hopeful eyes. "Can we try it today? For the first delivery to Penguin Logistics?"
Arno glanced at the notice one more time before folding it away. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, we'll test it today. But make sure to text them first, okay? As I said, I don't want to cause a panic."
Niko let out a happy cheer and immediately started preparing the boxes with much excitement…only to crawl back into bed since she was still sleepy, and wanted to have all the energy for that day's visit.
The next day, as she had the phone in one hand and the cart in front of the opening, she was about to call them in advance, but decided not to.
'Hehehe…' Niko giggled to herself, a devious smirk on her face. 'Sorry Arno, but I don't think I'll call them. I wanna surprise them with an entrance that'll knock their socks off!'
She pushed open the door.
END FLASHBACK
The group stared at her in open amazement. Croissant's mouth actually fell open for a second. Bison lowered his shield completely, blinking in surprise. Even Texas looked mildly impressed, which was rare for her.
"Whoa…" Croissant breathed. "A direct door? Like, basically teleportation?I didn't even know Arts can do that!. No wonder we didn't see you coming."
Sora leaned forward, eyes sparkling. "So you can just… appear here whenever you want? That's amazing! It must make deliveries so much easier."
Exusiai's wings fluttered rapidly as she stepped closer, her expression shifting from shock to pure excitement. "Wait, so you can visit us anytime you want now?!" she asked, practically bouncing in place. "Like, you could just pop in during lunch or after we finish routes or even when we're just hanging out? That's the best thing I've heard all week!"
Niko scratched the side of her cheek, looking a bit bashful but still smiling. "Well, yeah. But not all the time, since I'm still Arno's assistant, you know. I have to help with the cart, prepare food, and handle a lot of the packing. I can't just leave the lunk to do everything by himself."
"That's fair," Bison said with a nod, though he still looked fascinated by the idea. "Still, having a direct connection like that is really convenient. It'll make restocking way smoother than we expected."
Exusiai was not ready to let the topic drop. She moved around the trolley, inspecting the crates with growing enthusiasm. "But still! Even if it's not every day, this changes everything. We could have surprise lunch deliveries! Or you could come hang out after closing time. Niko, this is huge. You're basically part of the warehouse now."
Niko let out another soft giggle as she started helping unload one of the lighter crates. "I'm glad you like the idea. Arno thought it would be useful for the partnership, especially since we're going to be traveling soon. This way we don't have to carry everything through the main entrance every time."
Croissant rolled up her sleeves and jumped in to help lift a heavier crate, her earlier tension completely replaced by cheerful energy. "This kid just keeps getting cooler. First the food, now secret Arts doors. What's next? Are you gonna tell us the cart can fly or something?"
'At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if it did.' Niko thought, then giggled as she imagined the cart growing rockets and wings.
Texas shook her head slowly, though the faint smile on her face showed she was amused. "Don't give her any ideas. Let's focus on getting this stock put away properly before Emperor comes out and sees the mess we almost made."
The crew quickly fell into a productive rhythm. Exusiai and Croissant took turns carrying crates into the stockroom while Niko and Arno (who eventually came through the door as well) directed them on where to place the different items — sandwiches on the upper shelves, drinks in the refrigerated section, and preserved snacks toward the front for easy access. Sora helped organize the labels according to the price list they had prepared earlier, occasionally asking Niko for details about shelf life and best storage methods.
Every few minutes, Exusiai would glance over at Niko with bright eyes and ask another question. "So does the door stay open? Or does Arno have to open it each time? Can I come see it sometime? Not today, obviously, but later?"
Arno's mind raced as he thought of an explanation on why they can't do that.. "I can only do it once a day." He fibbed. " And maybe some other time, once things settle down a bit. I'm still trying to get control of it because it's tiring, and I need to focus a lot. The first door I opened accidentally came into Senior Superintendent Ch'en's office. Thankfully, her back was turned so she didn't notice us."
(What Arno didn't know was that his slip up was caught on her office camera. And now, the people in the surveillance office were ready to give her a piece of their minds on how the hell she didn't notice something like that so she could stop Arno from leaving. Only to remember that she can assign them to patrol the most boring districts in all of Lungmen, so they can only grumble to themselves before going back to work.)
Exusiai cringed at the thought of intruding on the office of such a hardass, but giggled nonetheless at the mental image.
"That's understandable," Bison said. He positioned a crate neatly against the wall. "Security and all that. Still, it's impressive. Makes me feel better about the whole branch idea. We won't have to worry as much about delays or transportation issues. Not only that, but we also don't need to worry about protecting our product midtransport from scalpers and raiders alike."
As they finished arranging the last of the crates, the Penguin Pantry finally looked alive. The shelves were neatly stocked, the refrigerated unit hummed softly, and the counter area now had several attractive displays ready for customers. Niko stepped back and wiped her hands on her apron, surveying the results with clear satisfaction.
Exusiai threw an arm around Niko's shoulders, careful not to squeeze too hard. "You really got us good earlier. My heart is still racing a little. But this? This makes up for it completely. The pantry looks incredible."
Croissant gave Niko a thumbs-up. "Welcome to the team, guys. Officially."
Niko's cheeks flushed with quiet pride as she looked at the filled shelves and the friendly faces around her while Arno thanked her..
Texas gave the group a small nod. "Good work. Let's get the front area tidied up before the afternoon shift comes through. Thanks for giving us this opportunity guys.. This is going to work out well."
The warehouse crew continued chatting and joking as they finished the final touches, the earlier scare now just another funny story they would no doubt tease Niko about for weeks to come. The Penguin Pantry was soon to open for business, and the partnership had officially taken its first lively step forward.
Arno and Niko returned to the cart as the sun began to set over Lungmen after they said goodbye to everyone. They even went to visit Emperor in his office before they left.. The alley outside was quiet, with only the distant sounds of the city drifting in. They had spent most of the afternoon at the warehouse helping arrange stock, answering questions from the crew, and making sure everything in the Penguin Pantry was properly set up. Both of them felt tired but satisfied after a long and successful day.
Once inside, Arno locked the door and let out a slow breath. He removed his jacket and hung it on the hook by the entrance. Niko kicked off her shoes and climbed onto her side of the couch, sitting cross-legged while watching him move around the small kitchen area. She turned on the T.V. to open up a movie for them to both watch as Arno prepared some dinner.
"That went better than I expected," Arno said as he started preparing a simple dinner. "The pantry looks good. The crew seemed really happy with the first delivery. Even Texas looked impressed."
Niko nodded, swinging her legs lightly. "Yeah. Everyone was so excited when we started unpacking. Exusiai almost knocked over a whole shelf trying to help. And Croissant kept saying how professional it all looked." She paused for a moment, then added with a small smile, "It felt nice seeing our things there. Like the cart is still helping people even when we're not around. And they were so happy to know that we can visit them anytime now."
Arno hummed in agreement. He glanced around the familiar interior of the cart — the shelves that always seemed to hold exactly what they needed, the space that had grown with their business, and the quiet reliability that had supported them through everything. "The cart really has done a lot for us. More than I ever thought possible when we first started."
Niko stayed quiet for a short while, watching him work. Then she tilted her head and spoke again. "Speaking of that… maybe we should ask it for a guard."
Arno stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. "A guard?"
"Yeah," Niko said, sitting up straighter. "Someone who can protect us. Especially after what happened before. It would make things safer while we travel, right?"
Arno shook his head slowly. "We don't know anyone who would be willing to just stand outside the cart all day, and I don't want to bring anyone we don't know into our home. That's not an easy job. Most people have their own lives and work."
Niko leaned forward, her eyes bright with the idea. "Then just ask the cart! Like how you thought about needing an assistant. That's how I ended up here with you. It worked out perfectly, so why not try the same thing for a guard?"
Arno rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little uncomfortable. "Niko… the cart has already given us so much. The extra space, the way it handles stock, those new access points for the branches. I don't want to push it any further. We should be grateful for what we have instead of asking for more."
"But it likes helping us!" Niko insisted, scooting to the edge of her bed. "It brought me to you when we both needed someone to help us. It gave us the branch notice exactly when we didn't wanna say goodbye. And the special door worked perfectly today. What's the worst that could happen if we just ask nicely for one guard?"
Arno gave her a long look. "Niko, I just want you to know that you are the best thing that has happened to me since I got to Terra–."
"Awww, thanks."
"But when I thought about getting an assistant, I didn't expect AT ALL to find you in the next box. I didn't expect ANYONE to be in a box. Who knows what thing the cart might give us?"
Niko puffed her cheeks out in a pout, refusing to back down. "Come on, Arno. Just try it. One little request. Think about it — a nice, strong guard standing outside. No more people staring strangely at the cart. No more worrying when we're sleeping or packing up. We could even travel to new places without always looking over our shoulders. It would be so much safer! And plus, we don't need to worry about them spilling our secrets to the outside world since this will be their new home!"
"Niko, that's called kidnapping."
"We're helping someone! Don't be such a downer!"
She hopped off the bed and walked over to stand right in front of him, looking up with wide, hopeful eyes. "Pleeeeaaaase? The cart has been really nice to us so far. One guard isn't that big of a request. What's the worst that could happen? It says no? Or maybe it gives us someone really cool? Either way, we won't know unless we ask."
Arno sighed, crossing his arms. He could tell she was not going to let this go easily. "You're really trying to tempt fate here, aren't you?"
Niko grinned, sensing she was close to wearing him down. "Maybe a little. But it's for a good reason! We're going to be traveling all over Terra soon. A guard would make everything better. Pretty please? We can ask together. I'll even say thank you out loud so the cart knows we're grateful."
She clasped her hands together and gave him her best pleading look, the same one she used when she really wanted extra snacks. "Just one try. If nothing happens, I won't bring it up again for a while. Promise."
Arno looked at her determined face for a long moment, then glanced around the cart as if expecting it to respond on its own. He let out another deep sigh, already knowing how this was going to end.
"Fine. You're right." He conceded, to which Niko whooped in victory. "After all…"
"What's the worst that could happen–?" He was cut off by a loud sound.
Arno and Niko were suddenly jolted as the entire cart rattled and shook violently for several seconds, as if something heavy had slammed into the side or the ground itself had trembled beneath them. Arno stood up instantly, heart pounding, and reached for the Remington Model 8 he kept nearby. Niko scrambled out of the sofa, eyes wide with alarm as she stood behind Arno and grasped at his shirt tightly.
"What was that?" she whispered, her voice shaky.
"I don't know. Stay behind me." Arno said quietly but firmly. He moved to the window, pulled the curtain aside just enough to peek out, and scanned the alley. The street outside was dark and completely still. No one was visible—no figures, no movement, not even a stray animal. The alley looked perfectly normal under the faint neon glow of the city. The shaking had stopped as suddenly as it began, leaving only an uneasy silence behind.
Arno kept watch for a long moment, rifle ready. Still nothing.
He was about to lower the curtain when a soft, familiar chime echoed inside the cart—the alert for a new official notice. A glowing document materialized above the small table near the window, flickering unsteadily for a few seconds before settling down.
Niko approached the paper cautiously while Arno stood guard to make sure nothing got into their home. She picked it up and started reading.
CART SYSTEM - OFFICIAL NOTICE
Branch & Security Authorization
Applicable Entity: Mobile Merchant Cart
Primary Operator: Arno
Due to the recent armed attack on the Cart and its inhabitants and confirmed ongoing risk to operations, the Cart System has dispatched a dedicated protection detail. One (1) qualified guard unit has been assigned to patrol and secure the immediate vicinity of the cart effective immediately. This measure will remain in effect for the forseeable to ensure the safety of the Primary Operator and Secondary Operator (Niko).
The assigned guard will maintain a visible presence during business hours and conduct regular checks during off hours. You are not required to provide any compensation or accommodation. Report any suspicious activity directly to the assigned guard or through standard channels.
This security detail is provided as part of standard protective protocols following—
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Enforcement: Automatic
Override: Primary Operator Only
Duration: Indefinite until revoked by the main Operator
WARNING // CORE INTEGRITY 73% // RECONNECTING TO MAIN FRAME…
The paper slip burst into flames just as they finished reading it. By midway, Niko quickly passed it to Arno after being spooked at how th notice went from neat and orderly to outright gibberish.
Arno had only just begun to process the corrupted notice when he heard Niko yelling at something.
There should only be two of them inside the home.
"Hey! That's mine!" Niko exclaimed, her voice sharp with indignation. She rushed toward the kitchen area. "Those are the leftover sweets and juice I was saving!"
Arno turned quickly, still gripping the Remington Model 8. His eyes landed on the figure standing in front of the open refrigerator to see tHe MoSt BeAuTiFuL ThInG He HaS eVeR SeEn.
The words echoed strangely in his mind as he stared. A young woman with striking orange hair, large golden ram-like horns, and massive white-and-gray wings stood casually before them. She wore very little — a revealing black-and-white outfit(??) that looked more like elegant fur trim mixed with a bodysuit than proper clothing. Her glowing pink eyes with swirl-like pupils scanned the contents of the fridge with mild curiosity as she popped another piece of Niko's candy into her mouth, oblivious to the world.
Arno's breath caught. His grip on the rifle loosened. Without thinking, he took a slow step forward, then another. A strange, hazy warmth spread through his chest. The world around him seemed to fade at the edges, leaving only her in sharp, irresistible focus.
Niko's voice sounded distant. "Hey, put some clothes on! You can't just walk around like that in someone else's home! What if someone sees you? Am I right, Arno? Arno?"
The newcomer froze. Her glowing pink eyes darted between Arno and Niko, filled with clear fear. She let out a small, startled "Gao?!" and quickly backed away, nearly dropping the candy. Before either of them could react, she bolted toward the far corner of the cart, pressing herself against the wall. Her large wings curled around her body protectively as she crouched down, watching them with wide, frightened eyes. She looked ready to bolt again at the slightest movement.
"Arno!" Niko called again, louder this time. She grabbed his sleeve, but he kept walking forward as if in a trance, eyes fixed on the horned girl. Something was clearly wrong. His movements were too slow, too dreamlike.
Niko's ears flattened against her head. "Snap out of it! Arno, stop! You're scaring her!"
When he did not respond, she planted herself firmly in front of him and pushed against his chest. "Wake up! Something's not right with you!"
Arno pushed her aside roughly, almost mechanically, his gaze never leaving the newcomer. Niko stumbled back a step and fell, eyes wide with alarm and rising anger.
"Oooohhh, whatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdo!?" she shouted anxiously. She spun toward the counter to see a full, unopened soda can that the creature pulled out of the fridge. "Aha!" And hurled it with all her strength at the back of Arno's head.
THUNK.
The can connected solidly. Arno staggered forward with a sharp grunt, the daze shattering instantly. He rubbed the sore spot on his skull, blinking rapidly as reality rushed back in.
"Motherfucker–! Niko, what the…?" He turned toward her, confused and wincing. "Thank you… I think."
Niko stood with her hands on her hips, breathing hard. "You were walking straight toward her like a zombie! I told you asking the cart for a guard was a bad idea! Look at her — she's eating my snacks and you almost walked into her!"
'You're the one who wanted to summon someone though?' Arno mused as he rubbed. 'Dumb cat.'
Ignoring the "I am NOT a cat!" from the counter, he looked up to see the newcomer had curled up even smaller. Her wings trembled slightly as she hugged her knees to her chest, watching them both with those wide, fearful pink eyes. She made no move to approach or speak, only shrinking back further when their attention turned toward her. She meant no harm — that much was clear from her timid posture — but she looked utterly overwhelmed and scared.
Arno took a careful step back, still rubbing his head. The strange pull he had felt moments ago had completely vanished, leaving only embarrassment and caution. He slowly lowered the rifle and set it aside.
"Easy," he said gently, raising his hands to show they were empty. "We're not going to hurt you."
The young woman in the corner remained silent, her glowing eyes flicking nervously between them. She pressed herself tighter against the wall, clearly unsettled by the sudden chaos she had caused.
Niko let out a long sigh, glancing between Arno and the timid newcomer. "See? You scared her when you walking around like that…"
Once again ignoring the peanut gallery, he took another look at her. Now with a clear head, he suddenly realized what he was looking at.
This time, with a clear head, the realization hit him like cold water.
This… this is Beast Gudako, isn't she?
The crimson hair, the golden ram horns, the large wings, the distinctive white-and-black outfit — even the glowing pink eyes. It matched exactly what he remembered seeing in passing once on the internet back on Earth. He had always assumed she was nothing more than a meme, a piece of fanart that had circulated around certain communities on Reddit and other sites. A drawing that was made by some horny guy on the internet for fun.
Standing before him was a corrupted version of the female protagonist of Fate Grand/Order. She didn't have a biography, a file, or even a fan theory following her.
Yet here she was, real, crouched in the corner of their cart, trembling like a leaf while staring at him with those PiNk bEaUtIfUl EyEs.
He punched himself in the jaw much to Niko's shock before he focused once more.
Arno's thoughts raced. How is she here? Why did the notice burn up like that? What exactly did we just ask for?
The young woman — Beast Gudako — remained pressed tightly against the wall. Her large wings were curled around her body as much as possible, and her glowing pink eyes watched both him and Niko with visible fear. She looked small and fragile despite her imposing features, making no aggressive movements whatsoever. When Arno shifted his weight slightly, she flinched and pressed herself even further into the corner, clearly terrified.
"I'm… sorry about that," he said gently, keeping his voice low and steady. "We didn't mean to scare you. This is our home. We're not going to hurt you."
Beast Gudako said nothing. She only watched them with those wide, anxious eyes, her clawed hands clutching at the fur trim of her outfit. She looked lost, overwhelmed, and deeply uncertain about her new surroundings.
Arno exhaled slowly, trying to organize his racing thoughts. The corrupted notice, the sudden appearance, the strange pull he had felt earlier — everything felt wrong in a way he could not yet explain. And now this. A character he had believed existed only as internet humor was crouching in their cart, scared and silent.
Niko glanced up at him, her expression shifting from irritation to concern as she noticed how quiet he had become. "Arno…? Who is she? What do we do?"
A calm, elegant voice suddenly filled the interior of the cart without any warning.
"My apologies for the abrupt delivery," the voice said smoothly. "I did not intend to cause such a fright in your home."
Both Arno and Niko jumped. Niko let out a small yelp and instinctively grabbed Arno's arm, while Arno's hand aimed the rifle he had set aside moments earlier to the direction of the voice. In the corner, Beast Gudako flinched violently and pressed herself even tighter against the wall, her wings trembling.
A faint shimmer appeared in the air near the center of the room. It quickly took the form of an older man with long white hair and refined, old-fashioned clothing. He regarded them with a polite, slightly amused expression.
Arno's eyes widened in immediate recognition. "Zelretch…"
Niko stared at the translucent figure, her ears flat against her head. "Who? Arno, you know this guy?!"
Zelretch offered a small, courteous bow. "Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, at your service. Though most simply call me Zelretch." He turned his gaze toward Niko with gentle warmth. "It is a pleasure to meet you, young lady. You must be Niko."
Niko blinked rapidly, still holding onto Arno's sleeve. "H-How do you know my name? What's going on?"
Zelretch chuckled softly. "I must apologize once more for the rather sudden manner of this introduction — and for dropping her off so unceremoniously." He glanced toward Beast Gudako, who was quietly nibbling on another piece of candy she had managed to keep hold of, watching the conversation with wide, nervous eyes. "The poor girl found herself in a difficult state. A friend of mine offered a solution on what to do with her. The same friend, I might add, who originally built this cart for you."
Arno exhaled slowly, the pieces beginning to fall into place. "The cart's creator…"
"Precisely." Zelretch gave a small, knowing smile. "They believed this arrangement might benefit all parties involved. She requires a safe place to recover and regain herself… and you required protection. A rather pragmatic compromise, in their view. How about we all calm down and take a seat?"
The Circumstances of the New Guest
While the two prepared to speak, Niko cautiously approached the timid girl in the corner. "Hey… it's alright now. No one's going to hurt you." She gently took Beast Gudako's hand. "Come on, you can't stay like that. Let's get you cleaned up and find some proper clothes."Beast Gudako hesitated but eventually allowed Niko to guide her toward the small bathroom area, her large wings folded tightly and her head lowered meekly.
"T-t-thank…you…" She murmured.
"Wow, you have a pretty voice, miss." Niko said as she grabbed a spare towel.
"S-so…rry…" the Beast spoke slowly. "F-for…the candy. Hun…gry…"
"It's okay, miss. I get hungry too. Your name is Beast Gudako, right? Arno mentioned it earlier."
The Beast flinched at the title. "Just…Gudako. D-don't like…being called… a monster."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Gudako, then? Okay. Let's clean you up and get you dressed while the grownups talk. Dinner comes after, okay?"
Gudako pouted at that part. "I…I'm an…adult…too…" But followed the young girl anyway.
Arno watched them go for a moment before turning back to Zelretch. "This… is going to take some explaining."
Zelretch's expression softened. "The poor girl has been through a great deal. Allow me to explain."
He spoke with the measured cadence of someone who had witnessed countless tragedies and miracles alike. "In a timeline where Chaldea stood on the verge of complete annihilation, the Master known as Gudako Fujimaru and her brother Ritsuka confronted one insurmountable crisis after another. Faced with the potential loss of every Servant and colleague she had come to care for, she developed an unrelenting desire for a flawless resolution — one in which all those under her care would survive, thrive, and find lasting happiness."
Zelretch paused, his eyes distant for a moment. "This aspiration, born from genuine devotion yet intensified by desperation, represented greed and desire in its purest form: an absolute refusal to accept anything less than total possession of the ideal outcome."
"A corrupted Grail, warped by the accumulated vices of humanity and the distortions of the Incineration, answered her plea. No one knows where she got it; some say it was passed on to her by someone wanting her downfall, or she merely kept it on her person just in case, that matters little now. It granted her the capacity to strengthen and command her Servants with extraordinary effectiveness, securing victory after victory. Yet this power exacted a profound toll. It eroded her humanity and manifested her inner greed as a Beast-class entity."
He glanced again at the girl in the corner. "The Grand Beast of Greed thus emerged — a being compelled to claim and safeguard every bond, every life, and every future she deemed essential to her perfect victory."
After a brief silence, Zelretch continued, his voice quieter. "Even after she succeeded in defeating Goetia, she remained under the status of a Beast. Even though her brother and many Servants tried to defend her, the others deemed her too dangerous to remain, so she was exiled. She resents the reason for her banishment, yet she cannot bring herself to hate the people of Chaldea any longer. Deep down, she understood."
Arno's grip on his cup loosened slightly as she listened, her expression shifting from confusion to quiet sympathy. He didn't realize that he began gripping it hard when Zelretch described her transformation.
"I stepped in to help the poor girl find a new home and avoid being… disposed of," Zelretch said. "I wished to bring her somewhere she might feel even a tiny bit normal again — a place where she could have a genuine new start."
He smiled faintly. "That was when I was approached by a new entity. It was clearly benevolent, if a bit naive. This entity had heard of Gudako's situation and proposed bringing her to where 'his chosen' resided. I accepted the suggestion. After all, this cart was built by that very same entity."
Zelretch looked directly at Arno. "You were chosen for a reason, Arno. The cart believed you and Niko could provide the stability and kindness this girl needs, as well as help many people in this unfamiliar world. And in turn, she may become the protector you asked for."
Zelretch's expression was one of patient understanding as he looked around their dwelling.
Arno stared at the Kaleidoscope's figure, his mind still reeling from the flood of information. After a long pause, he spoke, his voice low. "So… what happened after? Last I checked, she was really brave and witty when interacting with her Servants. Why does she look so scared and timid now? And why does she talk like that?"
Zelretch let out a sigh he took a sip of the Cart's juice merchandise. He was quiet, as if thinking of a way to articulate it without seeming too blunt.
"Ah, you see," he began, his tone measured and scholarly, "she can speak in full sentences. However, the Beastification has left her mind in a rather fragmented state. It affects certain aspects of communication, making her slower and more hesitant than she once was. She is still very smart and remarkably sweet underneath it all, I assure you. But the process took a heavy toll."
He glanced toward Beast Gudako, who was quietly watching them with wide, anxious eyes.
"Additionally, she possesses a sort of… compulsion effect. It radiates from her very presence. You, yourself, were subject to it just now, weren't you? She speaks slowly in part because the corruption also influences her voice. She fears that if anyone truly heard her speak normally, they would be forced to obey her commands — even if she has no intention of issuing them. That fear has made her extremely cautious. Timid, even."
Arno frowned slightly. "Then how come Niko is unaffected?"
Zelretch's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "The status of the Messiah carries many connotations… as well as certain benefits. Young Niko stands in a rather special position within this Cart and its purpose. Such influences do not take hold as easily with her."
Niko, who had finished dressing Gudako, blinked in surprise as they came back to the common area. "Me? Special? I'm just… me."
"Precisely why it works so well, and why you were chosen to uphold your mission before coming here. " Zelretch replied with a gentle smile. "Now then, I have intruded long enough. I will leave the three of you to become acquainted. Treat her with patience and kindness. She deserves a chance to heal."
Arno remained quiet for a moment, absorbing everything, before he finally asked the question that had been weighing on him since the beginning. "I have so many questions. How is any of this even possible? How are you even able to interact with this universe? Shouldn't you basically only be… you know? Part of the Nasuverse?"
Zelretch chuckled, a faint, almost nostalgic expression crossing his face. "Is that what you people called it back where your from? A fair question, though. Terra was a version of Earth, once upon a time. Long, long ago. It simply followed its own path of evolution — much like how numerous other Earths have diverged across the kaleidoscope of possibilities. Different branches, different outcomes. Yours happened to cross paths with this one. The cart you received was built specifically to bridge such gaps. A nexus point for certain things. Why? The entity was most likely having some fun, for even I am unsure."
He gave a small, elegant shrug. "The details are… complicated, even for me. But rest assured, you are not the first traveler I have encountered, nor will you be the last."
'I wonder how Cirilla is doing?' Zelretch thought, his mind suddenly recalling a few other travellers. 'I hope she's doing alright, what with the Wild Hunt looking for her. Still, I hope she has met Geralt and Yennefer safely. Elizabeth would have my head if I didn't so much as check up on her from time to time.'
Before either Arno or Niko could press further, Zelretch raised his hand. A neatly wrapped package materialized in the air and floated gently toward Niko.
"For you, young lady," he said warmly. "A small token of appreciation for your kindness and resilience."
Niko accepted the package with wide eyes. She opened it carefully and let out a delighted gasp. "Whoa… these look so cool!" Inside was a brand-new set of adventurer-style clothing — a stylish dark cloak with a witch-like hat, sturdy boots, and practical yet charming accessories. Accompanying the outfit was a curious scepter topped with a glowing lightbulb, a bag filled with carefully sealed glass bottles clearly meant as throwables, and a note explaining their use.
There also contained a notebook on certain spells that she can use with the staff.
Niko's tail swished excitedly. "This is coool! Thank you so much!"
Zelretch chuckled softly. "I thought the scepter and those throwing implements would suit your rather impressive arm. Use them wisely."
He then turned to Arno. "Thank you for the food earlier — it was quite excellent. I hope you will take good care of Gudako. She needs patience, stability, and a chance to simply… exist without fear. I believe this cart, and the two of you, can provide that."
With a graceful motion, Zelretch produced a fresh, pristine document and placed it on the table. "A proper version of the notice that burned earlier. It should be far more stable."
CART SYSTEM - OFFICIAL NOTICE
NOTICE OF ASSIGNMENT
Subject: Gudako (Beast of Greed)
Origin World: Fate/Grand Order Alternative Timeline (Unrecoverable)
Status: Displaced (Permanent)
Due to the successful stabilization of multiple critical events and the subsequent loss of her original return vector, Subject Gudako has been relocated to an environment with sustainable support infrastructure.
Assignment: Dedicated Guard & Personal Security Detail
Assigned To: Mobile Merchant Cart
Primary Operator: Arno
Secondary Operator: Niko
Role Parameters:
- Maintain a visible presence around the cart during business hours
- Conduct regular patrols and security checks during off hours
- Provide immediate protection against any threats to the Cart, its operators, or authorized personnel
- Accompany and safeguard the operators during travel and operations
- Respond to hostile incidents as required
- Housing within the Mobile Merchant Cart
- Sustenance and basic necessities provided by the Cart System
- Full protection under Cart Protocols
Enforcement: Automatic
Override: Primary Operator Only
Duration: Indefinite until revoked by the Primary Operator
Note: The assigned guard is currently in a recovering state. Patience and understanding during her adjustment period is recommended.
He also gave Arno a ring. "This should help with the compulsion."
Zelretch gave them both one final, respectful nod. "Until we meet again. And goodbye, Gudako."
Gudako smiled softly and waved back. "Good…bye…!"
The air rippled once more, and Zelretch disappeared as suddenly as he had arrived, leaving the cart feeling strangely quieter in his absence.
Niko stood holding her new clothes and scepter, still processing everything. She glanced over at Beast Gudako, who was watching the whole exchange with wide, timid eyes, then back at Arno.
"Well…" she said slowly, "this has definitely been the strangest day yet."
Arno looked at the new notice on the table, then at the timid Beast in the corner, and finally at Niko's excited expression as she held up her new hat.
He let out a long, tired sigh. "Yeah. It really has. This is… a lot to take in."
Niko nodded, still processing everything. She turned back to the timid girl in the corner and offered a small, encouraging smile. "Come on, miss. Let's have some dinner!"
Beast Gudako hesitated for a long moment, her glowing pink eyes darting nervously between Arno and Niko. Eventually, she gave a tiny nod and allowed Niko to gently guide her toward the couch while Arno wore the ring and started preparing dinner.
While she was no longer semi-naked, she was still in some ill-fitting clothes. She currently wore Niko's old coat and Arno's shorts and shirt. They will be going on another shopping trip before leaving.
As the night drew to a close, they all sat together.
Arno offered a gentle nod and passed her a plate of rice and curry. "You're safe here. We'll figure this out together."
Beast Gudako looked at him for a long moment, then gave the smallest, almost imperceptible nod in return. She remained quiet, but there was a faint trace of cautious hope in her glowing eyes.
Niko let out a long sigh and crossed her arms. "This is definitely going to take some getting used to."
Gudako took the scene before her eyes and was still a bit shy, but she slowly receded her wings so as not to knock over anything. She took a spoonful of her food and chewed slowly.
As the taste of warm food and the feeling of a kind and understanding atmosphere fully drew upon her, she teared up a little but still smiled at both of them.
"Thank you…"
The two original occupants smiled at her and began to eat. When all was said and done, they turned in for the night, with Arno sleeping on the couch while Gudako took his bed.
After several days of urgent preparations, the time had finally come. The cart was fully stocked with supplies, emergency clothing for Gudako, and several history books about Terra that Niko gathere for Gudako to study. Gudako now wore simple but practical traveling clothes that fit her properly. She remained quiet and timid, staying close to Niko as the group made their final checks.
As the cart approached the outskirts of Lungmen, Arno slowed down and pulled out his phone. "One last call before we leave the city."
He dialed Lin Yuhsia first. The call connected after a few rings.
"Arno," Lin answered, her voice calm but warm. "I take it this is your farewell call?"
"Yes," Arno replied. "We're nearing the exit now. I just wanted to thank you again — for everything. For being fair with us from the start, and for understanding why we have to go."
Lin was quiet for a moment. "I understand. Take care of yourselves out there. The offer to join the LYEA remains open if you ever need it. Safe travels, Arno. And please look after Niko."
"We will. Thank you, Miss Lin. Oh, and I suggest you or your men head over to the Penguin Logistics warehouse in the district where I used to be. Just ask them about me and they'll hook you up."
Lin raised an eyebrow on her end, but nonetheless agreed to do so.
He ended the call and quickly dialed Commissioner Swire next. The conversation was shorter but no less sincere.
"Heading out already?" Swire asked.
"Yes. Thank you for your help during the incident. We won't forget it."
Swire let out a small huff. "Just don't go causing trouble in other cities. And if you ever need anything in Lungmen again, you know where to find us."
"Thanks. Oh, and head over to Penguin Logistics later with some of your men. Ask them about the new store and they'll hook you up with something nice."
"Is that so? Alright then. Thank you and goodluck."
With the final goodbyes said, Arno put the phone away. The tall buildings of Lungmen grew smaller in the rearview as the cart continued forward. The bustling noise of the city slowly faded, replaced by the open road stretching ahead.
Niko looked back through the window for a long moment before turning to Arno. "We really did it. We're actually leaving."
Arno kept his eyes on the path ahead. "Yeah. New places, new people. But we're not going alone anymore."
Gudako sat quietly near the window, her glowing pink eyes watching the city disappear behind them. She remained silent, but there was a faint trace of cautious hope in her posture as she stayed close to the two people who had taken her in.
The three of them — two original residents and one displaced guardian — traveled onward, leaving Lungmen behind as they began the next chapter of their journey across Terra.
Whatever awaited them on the road ahead, they would face it together.
AN: "Tuesday at the latest if everything goes according to plan." Me and my big mouth, huh? Hey, guys! Sorry for the late post. I basically had some stuff go on wherein I got exiled to the countryside with my mum to visit grandma. She was really nice and sweet, but I had barely any access to wifi there. I was also there with my relatives, but what happened was that one of them thinks fanfic is cringe (kinda is, but I love it all the same) and decided to delete my latest chapter because he didn't like that I was a writer. Of course, I told my mom, and I was free to delete something of his that wasn't related to school.
So, I deleted his save on Final Fantasy Rebirth. 60 Hours in, so I'd say it wasn't that deep. He bitched and whined, but hey. Respect the Golden Rule.
Anyway, I had to redo it from scratch, but thankfully I kept my chapter outline on a different device so I cobbled this thing together. It's admittedly a bit shorter than the original chapter, which sat at 19k words at the time with deeper stuff baked into it. Sadly, I can't remember the other stuff that was in it since some parts came during my
So it's finally here, huh? Departure from Lungmen. From now on, I won't be mentioning a specific time wherein I'll post the next chapter since they tend to get derailed. Hope that's alright with you guys.
And by the way. The other travellers that Zelretch mentions are Cirilla from The Witcher series, and Elizabeth from BioShock.
Thank you and enjoy! Kindly comment what you think; I like engaging with my readers.
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Ryven Razgriz
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Oh shit, Gudako but as a BEAST? If she still has access to abilities and skills as a BEAST then Terra is about to experience anal devastation should something happen to Arno, Niko, and the Cart.
Paracsus
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She didn't have much abilities or skills as a Master though. In fact, most of the things skills she had were because of the command codes she wore. She might know some basic Reinforcement and such, but nothing else. Besides, those were Chaldean assets anyway, so she won't have them anymore due to being confiscated before her exile.
I gave her powers though. Something similar to how the other Beasts of Humanity lean towards their own sins.
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Man, I just like this story. I have very little clue about literally any of the source material you've included but the way you write makes me understand and enjoy without needing to know all the lore
You can tell him I said he has very low PP energy. Crapping on people for liking something is the height of small penis compensation syndrome.
I suppose deleting system32 would interfere with school sadly. The save file was a good choice, I would consider deleting his YouTube history and searching a bunch of random stuff to fuck his algorithm up.
You can tell him I said he has very low PP energy. Crapping on people for liking something is the height of small penis compensation syndrome.
I suppose deleting system32 would interfere with school sadly. The save file was a good choice, I would consider deleting his YouTube history and searching a bunch of random stuff to fuck his algorithm up.
Paracsus
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Thanks bud. And I wanted something that would hurt him a lot more. He's a completionist, and wanted to get everything before finishing a game so made sure he had to go and collect every little thing he had to grind for AGAIN.
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Unintentional space in "think" and "your" should be "you're" I imagine there are a couple additional mistakes, and I would hunt them down but I am a little busy. Did not expect the Fgo crossover though.
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I don't know how much time you put into writing, so this is an uninformed opinion, but 60 hours feels disproportionate. I have quit games over losing much less progress than that.
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Okay, at first. I thought the new guard was some kind of Baphomet. Then Arno said Beast Gudako and everything clicked. Like, holy hell I genuinely didn't expect HER of all people being sent as a guard.
Paracsus
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It's about sending a message. Equal damage leads to retaliation. Going above and beyond shows the other guy that if you fuck around, you're gonna find out.
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She looks fluffy
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The premise of what their reactions would be if any of their Sankta friends discover that Nico is an actual messiah gives me expectations,
And if there will ever be a second cart or official storefront with system delivered staff operating with a second crew I think Hugh and Diana from Pragmata would be wonderful picks.
And if there will ever be a second cart or official storefront with system delivered staff operating with a second crew I think Hugh and Diana from Pragmata would be wonderful picks.
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Or, it could ensure that the next time they fuck around, they won't hold back, because the consequences are going to be high regardless.
This is an old, well-tread philosophical debate. Usually brought but in regards to war. You could end up with a situation like the U.S. and Japan. Or, you could end up with pre-WW2 Germany. It's complicated, as always.
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I want to complain that Terra is explicitly not Earth, but unless you're delving into deep lore stuff or deeply involving yourself in the main storyline, it's not really important.
Didn't expect the Zelretch interrupt, and I think I speak for everyone when I say Beast Gudako was never on my list of potential additions to the story. Definitely an interesting choice, can't wait to see where you go from here!
Didn't expect the Zelretch interrupt, and I think I speak for everyone when I say Beast Gudako was never on my list of potential additions to the story. Definitely an interesting choice, can't wait to see where you go from here!
Paracsus
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I think you're delving too deep into this. Bottomline, He won't be doing anything like that anymore since I also have access to his other files.
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Arno's Cart is turning into a beacon for lost souls of a sort, attracting martyrs who gave up everything they had for their cause. Amiya and Doctor might feel quite some affinity with this Rhodes Island in miniature. Curious. Wonder if they will ever pick up a local hire, and what effects the Cart might exert on any conditions such as Oripathy and the like on registered employees.
Opinion. Terran metaphysics is strange enough that a literaldivinemagical cart would not be too far-fetched. Goodness knows they have loads of strange artifacts, rituals and gribblies bouncing across the landscape, even beyond the limits of Arts and Originium science as everyone understands it.
Joke. The very second Exusiai learns about the new Sarkazhussyguard (that she'd never met before departure) with explicit hypnosis powers that latched upon her favourite lonely single father, angry Sankta inbound as fast as the PL van can go.
Opinion. Terran metaphysics is strange enough that a literal
Joke. The very second Exusiai learns about the new Sarkaz
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Paracsus
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They have local hires already in the form of PL through the Branch contract. If you mean to follow them around in the cart, then that's a secret.
You're right in how there are some forces that are difficult to understand, even with Arts and Originium. An example is how the crossover characters appear on Terra in the first place. Something is bringing them here, but we don't know how or what.
For the last part....
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Can I ask what you mean by "at first"?
Tenno
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I based my thought on the image used, the furry body, and the goat horns, which made me think of a goat demon, which led to the question, "What demon do I know that likes or looks like a goat?" Then I remembered a certain popular fan character from HELLTAKER and instantly thought Baphomet!
Penguin Pantry visualization and map of PL property
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Hi, guys! So I completely forgot to post this the other day together with Chapter 20. This picture is basically what the new Penguin Pantry looks like. Just change the appropriate things, like instead of Fast Food it's "Penguin Pantry" and replace the burger with the group's inisgnia.
Just imagine that it's something like this, but it's two sided wherein the outside also has access to the store. It's basically twice the size of how it looks here to extend outside the walls of the Penguin Logistics proprty, where another window is located for outside customers.
Penguin Logistics Property (Rough Map)
I can't post the image link by itself since it's something I made from scratch. But here is basically how I imagine what the PL warehouse property plans look like. It's just a simple map with all the sizes wrong, but it's just a rough estimate on what's around that area.
Just imagine that it's something like this, but it's two sided wherein the outside also has access to the store. It's basically twice the size of how it looks here to extend outside the walls of the Penguin Logistics proprty, where another window is located for outside customers.
Penguin Logistics Property (Rough Map)
I can't post the image link by itself since it's something I made from scratch. But here is basically how I imagine what the PL warehouse property plans look like. It's just a simple map with all the sizes wrong, but it's just a rough estimate on what's around that area.
Character Selection Rant
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So I just wanna explain my thought process when I was picking Beast Gudako since may of y'all seem surprised. No reason, just wanted to rant if you guys are interested in hearing me out.
You see, when I was picking characters for Arno to have onboard the Cart (like for Niko's case), I don't like the idea of just yoinking characters from out of nowhere. I know this sounds weird for Arno, but he's my OC; I can do whatever I want with him. Anyway, I didn't wanna just grab a character that wass still relevant to their story, or still had people that still had something to go back to. This is because I don't want to really leave characters like Niko or Beast Gudako to have unfinished business from where I picked them up, only to leave that unresolved and potentially doom their world.
For example, if I just grabbed Ruby Rose, Sora or Ichigo right before the BBEG came around, I'd end up dooming their world. This, in turn, makes them less cooperative and have that desire to go home. I want the people who will join the cart to be permanent residents without having to hamfist their reasons of being isekai'd.
"Oh? Your entire guild is depending on you to defeat Acnologia and Zeref? Sorry, Natsu. You'll be selling food now."
I was looking for characters that had already played their roles in the story that had nothing left to go home to, so that I can give them a fresh new start in a brand new world that doesn't know them. Believe it or not, I only finished Kingdom Hearts 3 last month, so the slotted guard that I was going to implement was actually going to be Aqua; the Keyblade Guardian that was stuck in the Realm of Darkness. I didn't know that she was gonna be saved until very recently, so I had to go look for someone new, until I stumbled upon a picture of Grand Beast Gudako.
I had plenty of other characters in mind that I was thinking of doing just for fun and simply because I like them. These included:
1. Sylveon or Umbreon
2. Summer Rose
3. Pucca (yes, THAT Pucca but a bit aged up)
4. Leonardo Da Vinci Lily
5. 2B and 9S (yes, together)
But I wanted to try something new and fun since I actually had already cooked up a theory behind Beast Gudako on her origins. That is why she became the designated guard. I also didn't want the fic to just be waifu bait in an already waifu bait game lol. Just me trying to be unique. Thank you for listening.
You see, when I was picking characters for Arno to have onboard the Cart (like for Niko's case), I don't like the idea of just yoinking characters from out of nowhere. I know this sounds weird for Arno, but he's my OC; I can do whatever I want with him
. Anyway, I didn't wanna just grab a character that wass still relevant to their story, or still had people that still had something to go back to. This is because I don't want to really leave characters like Niko or Beast Gudako to have unfinished business from where I picked them up, only to leave that unresolved and potentially doom their world.For example, if I just grabbed Ruby Rose, Sora or Ichigo right before the BBEG came around, I'd end up dooming their world. This, in turn, makes them less cooperative and have that desire to go home. I want the people who will join the cart to be permanent residents without having to hamfist their reasons of being isekai'd.
"Oh? Your entire guild is depending on you to defeat Acnologia and Zeref? Sorry, Natsu. You'll be selling food now."
I was looking for characters that had already played their roles in the story that had nothing left to go home to, so that I can give them a fresh new start in a brand new world that doesn't know them. Believe it or not, I only finished Kingdom Hearts 3 last month, so the slotted guard that I was going to implement was actually going to be Aqua; the Keyblade Guardian that was stuck in the Realm of Darkness. I didn't know that she was gonna be saved until very recently, so I had to go look for someone new, until I stumbled upon a picture of Grand Beast Gudako.
I had plenty of other characters in mind that I was thinking of doing just for fun and simply because I like them. These included:
1. Sylveon or Umbreon
2. Summer Rose
3. Pucca (yes, THAT Pucca but a bit aged up)
4. Leonardo Da Vinci Lily
5. 2B and 9S (yes, together)
But I wanted to try something new and fun since I actually had already cooked up a theory behind Beast Gudako on her origins. That is why she became the designated guard. I also didn't want the fic to just be waifu bait in an already waifu bait game lol. Just me trying to be unique. Thank you for listening.
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Radial
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Considering your requirement, Gudako is an interesting choice considering the end of FGO.
It will be interesting to see how the other arknights people view her.
What kind of powers/abilities does she have?
It will be interesting to see how the other arknights people view her.
What kind of powers/abilities does she have?
Paracsus
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Not really a requirement, but more of a heavy preference. I'm willing to do a Servant or Pokemon (who can be summoned whenever).
One power is the Compulsion Effect. Aside from being unnaturally attractive and beautiful, her voice can issue commands that living things will attempt to follow regardless if they want to or not. Think Inumaki's cursed art mixed with brainwashing, as well as being turned up to infinity depending on how much she wants something.
For example: If she kinda (only kinda on the want spectrum) wanted you to stop moving, you'll basically be completely frozen. Think Petrificus Totalus.
If she REALLY wanted you to stop moving, there's a huge chance of all of your bodily functions (neurons firing, blood traveling in your veins, heart beating, ALL of it), will instantly stop and freeze all at once. Either that, or turn you to stone.
There are other powers I had in mind, but will add later on. Zelretch already revealed the compulsion, so that's what I'm willing to expound more on for now.
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lethaliclucas12
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the Cart seems to be giving Messiah's for employees, next character the Cart Yoinks gonna be Persona 3 Protag, dude deserves a break, although preferably without undoing their work…
Waiting for something actually SCP to sneak its way into the stock like any of Dr Wondertainments toys
Waiting for something actually SCP to sneak its way into the stock like any of Dr Wondertainments toys
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Paracsus
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I'm afraid you're wrong on those parts, dear viewer. The Persona series characters are ones I've ruled out quite a while ago.
The characters I choose don't have to be Messiah types. Niko and Gudako just happened to be those. Hell, as she became a Beast, Gudako actually lost her Messiah/Saver Class qualifications due to basically being one of the facets of the Antichrist wherein she embodied one of the seven deadly sins.
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Interlude: Post-Departure
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The Fallout
The narrow back alleys of Lungmen's lower districts never truly slept, but tonight they were alive with tension. The usual nocturnal hum of black-market dealings, whispered negotiations, and the exchange of cash was broken by the sound of the furious Lungmen Guard Department stomping and marching through the streets.Senior Inspector Wei led one of the primary strike teams, moving through the streets dark and shushed streets as his radio support relayed to him the info that they currently have on tonight's perp. His squad of eight officers moved like a single organism — flashlights cutting through the darkness, boots striking pavement with divine purpose. After much begging and pleading, they had finally been given explicit orders straight from Senior Superintendent Ch'en: find every single person connected to the attack on the mobile merchant cart. They were doing this hard and fast. Hopefully with much damage.
"Target building ahead," Wei said quietly into his radio. "Suspect 'Han the Hook' is confirmed inside. Approach with caution; multiple potential hostels in the vicinity.."
Two officers stacked up on either side of a reinforced metal door. At Wei's signal, a third delivered a powerful kick. The door burst inward with a crash. Shouts of surprise erupted from within the smoky gambling den.
"LGD! Everyone on the ground! Hands where we can see them!"
Patrons and low-level thugs scrambled in panic, eager to flee from sight. One man reached for a concealed blade under the table only to be slammed face-first into the wooden surface by an officer who moved faster than expected. Another tried bolting for the back exit, but found two more Guards already waiting in the alley behind the building.
Senior Inspector Wei stepped through the chaos, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. "We're not here for gambling violations tonight. Where is Han 'the Hook' Lao? He was seen coordinating with the group that hit the merchant cart a few weeks ago."
A trembling man on the floor stammered, "I-I swear, officer, I don't know—"
Wei crouched down, grabbing the man's collar with a firm grip as the officer looked the crook in the eyes. "Wrong answer. We've already rolled up three of your associates tonight. Their stories don't match yours. Talk, or we'll make sure you'll be eating your food through a straw."
The threat worked. Within minutes, they dragged Han "the Hook" out of a back room, cursing and struggling against the cuffs. His arms were twisted securely behind his back as two officers hauled him toward the waiting transport van.
"You can't do this!" Han snarled, spittle flying. "I got connections in the upper districts! Don't you know who you're doing this to?! I know where all of you live! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"
One of the younger officers leaned in close and punched him in the teeth before they shoved him into the van. "You attacked the wrong people, Hook. That vendor and the kid? They kept their heads down and sold decent food in our city. Commissioner Swire and Senior Superintendent Ch'en are taking this one personally. When either of them are pissed… we work extra hard."
The rest of the squad continued their sweep through the district without pause. Another team was busy kicking in the door of a suspected weapons supplier linked to the attack. A third group dragged several low-level enforcers out of a dimly lit bar, reading them their rights while the suspects protested loudly about "police brutality" and "no evidence."
In the mobile command vehicle parked a few blocks away, radio chatter filled the air as reports came in steadily.
"Team Three has two more in custody. They're already talking about the middleman who hired the muscle."
"Team Four reports positive identification on the guy who rented out the Arts user who provided support during the raid. Bringing him in now. The suspect was apparently one of the Tyger Claws' better enforcers out for a quick buck."
Senior Inspector Wei wiped sweat from his brow as he loaded (threw) another suspect into the van. His voice was rough with exerted effort but carried clear satisfaction. "Keep pushing. Remember why we're doing this, ladies and gents! Because of these idiots, we had to go back to weak and cold coffee with stale biscuits. We had a good thing going until some losers decided to fuck it up for everyone."
The rest of the squad cheered at that.
One of the officers nearby gave a grim nod. "Never thought I'd see the whole department mobilized like this over some food… but after with those cigs and seeing the kid smile every morning, can't say these guys don't deserve the rough treatment."
The operation continued deep into the night. Doors were kicked in. Informants were pressured with the full weight of LGD authority. Arrests were made with a level of zeal and coordination rarely seen even in Lungmen's notoriously efficient Guard Department.
Because this wasn't just another case.
This was personal now. The LGD War Machine has only just begun.
Meanwhile, Ch'en, Swire and even Hoshiguma (who got dragged in to help) were getting increasingly frustrated with all the paperwork due to the rapid arrests.
Lin entered the secure interrogation room with the clacking of her heels filling the solemn silence of the room. The door closed behind her with a heavy click that echoed off the bare walls. Bright overhead lights cast sharp shadows across the long metal table. Three men sat chained to it — their wrists locked to heavy rings bolted into the surface. Two guards stood silently in the corners, hands resting near their weapons. The air felt thick and stale.
She took her seat directly across from them. Her posture remained straight and composed, but her eyes carried a cold intensity that made the room feel smaller. The men shifted uncomfortably in their chairs. Sweat already glistened on their foreheads under the harsh lighting.
"Let us be very clear from the start," Lin began, her voice low and sharp. "I have spent days gathering every piece of evidence connected to the attack on the merchant cart. What I discovered disgusts me; not only did outsiders plan and execute a violent shooting in broad daylight, but members of my own organization accepted bribes to keep silent and allow it to happen. You three are sitting here because your names came up repeatedly in the manuscripts we found in your offices, as well as some reports from the people who work at the LGD. Do not insult my intelligence by pretending otherwise."
The heavier man, Kai, tried to speak first. His voice came out hoarse. "Miss Lin, please, it was not like that—!"
Lin slammed her hand on the table. The sudden sound made all three men jump. "Silence!" She hissed, her frustration palpable. "You will speak only when I ask you a direct question. I have bank records. I have message logs. I have witness statements from people you thought would never talk. Large deposits appeared in your accounts days before the attack. You delayed reports of people feeling unsafe in those areas, and you told your teams to ignore warnings about suspicious activity near the cart. Because of your greed, a man and a child were forced to fight for their lives in an alley."
She leaned forward, fixing her gaze on Kai. "Start talking. Who approached you first? What exactly did they offer, and what did you agree to do in return?"
Kai swallowed several times before answering. His hands trembled against the chains. "It… it was a man named Gao from the Silver Fang group. He said the merchant was taking too much business from his established stalls and that they couldn't keep up. They just wanted to pressure him into paying protection fees or joining their network. They paid me enough to make sure no one in our sector acted on any early tips. I thought it would stay as threats, you know? People knew that they don't go after kids so I believed them…."
Lin's expression soured and her voice grew colder. "'You thought'," She mocked, her face twisting into a slight sneer. "That is the problem. You thought that they wouldn't escalate, you thought that they wouldn't go after a child. But did you think that people are likely liable to do anything when money is involved? You took money to betray the trust placed in you by me, and by this association. Because you looked the other way, the situation escalated and people got hurt. Thankfully, it was the bad guys who got hurt since Arno defended himself and his assistant. The shooting drew public attention. Now he has left Lungmen entirely, taking his reliable supplies with him. All because you valued a few envelopes of cash more than doing your duty."
She turned her attention to the thinner man, Ren. "Your turn. Do not make me wait."
Ren's face had gone pale. "I received the same offer. They promised it would be quiet. Just some warnings, maybe a broken window or two. I passed the instruction to ignore anything related to the cart. I never expected real violence. I didn;t know that they would try to smash it up! I swear! Everything was already said and done by the time I heard about it!"
"Already done," Lin repeated slowly, her tone dripping with contempt. "You could have immediately told the authorities, or even went to me directly after getting such an offer. You could have simply rejected the offer outright since a child was involved. But no, I suppose some extra cash on the side was worth the blood of innocents, am I correct?"
Lin looked back at Kai, disdainful in her tone. "Look at this waste of space. Look at how he proves my point in how money can be the key to one's morals."
The man looked down, pale and shaking. But he was also ashamed and disappointed in himself.
The third man, an older supervisor named Tao, kept his head down. Lin waited only a few seconds before speaking again.
"And you, Tao. You have been with the association longer than the others. I expected better. What is your excuse?"
Tao's voice was quiet at first. "I took a larger cut. They asked me to make sure certain reports never reached higher levels. I thought it was just business politics. Merchants fight all the time. I did not realize how far they planned to go since these things are usually settled behind closed doors. I…I needed the money because we had another kid on the way and it was only gonna be this one time. I will take full responsibility for my actions and will subject myself to whatever punishment you see fit, Lady Yushia."
Lin stared at him for a long moment without speaking. The silence in the room grew heavier. When she finally responded, her voice was sharp and unforgiving.
"Business politics?" she said. "A child on the way? Do not hide behind your family. You chose to take money to protect violent criminals. You knew the risks when you accepted that payment. You had years of experience in this organization, and still you decided that endangering lives was acceptable for one payout. Mentioning your family only makes me pity them since their main source of income will be out of a job soon enough."
She stood up again and walked slowly around the table. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet room. She stopped directly behind Tao and leaned down slightly.
"You say you will accept any punishment. That is easy to say now, while you sit here in chains. But your decision helped drive away a good merchant and put a young girl in danger. If the morning news opened up with the death of a young cart owner and a possible crippling of a child, would your new child have made that acceptable?"
Tao looked down, refusing to meet her gaze until the Zalak wrenched his face up to look at her.
"Answer. Me."
Tao's shoulders trembled but his tone saddened even further. "No… Lady Yushia. It would not."
Lin moved back to stand in front of all three men once more. Her gaze passed over each of them with clear disappointment and anger.
"I have heard enough excuses for one day. Greed. Fear. Family problems. None of it changes the facts. You three took bribes and blocked alarming information. You helped the attackers operate without interference. Because of your choices, Arno took his assistant and the reliable supplies he provided are now gone. The trust people had in our organization has been damaged. Some business owners have even filed for withdrawal thanks to you three."
She placed both hands on the table and leaned forward. "Now you will give me everything else. I want the names of every other person in our ranks who took money. I want the exact locations where you met your contacts. I want the full chain of who gave the orders on the other side. Leave nothing out. If I have to bring in more people for questioning because you held back details, getting fired and blacklisted will be the least of your problems."
Kai spoke first this time. His voice shook as he listed two more names from his department and described the drop-off points for the bribe money. Ren followed, adding information about messages he received and other supervisors who had been approached. Tao, still looking ashamed, provided details about the higher-ranking figure who had approved the cover-up and the exact amounts involved.
Lin asked hard follow-up questions each time. She pressed them on times, places, and exact words said during the meetings. When any of them hesitated or gave vague answers, she raised her voice and demanded clarity.
"Do not test my patience," she said at one point, staring directly at Ren. "You were quick to take the money. Now be quick to tell the truth, or I shall have some of my men rip it out of you."
The guards in the room cracked their knuckles and unsheathed their batons to prove her point.
The interrogation continued for another hour. The men grew more tired and defeated as time passed. They answered every question as completely as they could. Lin took careful notes, comparing their statements to the reports she already had from her spies.
Finally, she stepped back from the table. "That will be all for today. Your statements will be checked against everything else we have gathered. Your positions in the association are gone. Your accounts will be frozen and examined. You will remain in custody until we finish the full investigation."
She looked at each man one last time, her expression cold.
"Think about the young girl who worked with that merchant. Think about the fear she must have felt when the shooting started. That is what your greed helped create. Live with it."
Lin turned and walked to the door. She opened it and spoke to the guards outside. "Keep them separated. No contact with anyone else. I want updates every hour with constant surveillance. If I hear about any of them having access to anyone else but me and you, then I want them sent to the LGD posthaste with their involvement in full detail."
She was about to leave before she stopped. "Actually, allow them one phone call to their families to let them know that they won't be back for a while. I want the call to be recorded and done in loud speaker in case any of them try anything. Notify me immediately and stop the call if they say anything suspicious. Understood?"
The guards saluted her, affirming her command.
She left the room without looking back. The door shut firmly behind her. In the hallway, she paused for a moment to collect herself. The anger still burned inside her, but it had turned into a focused determination.
Back in her office, Lin sat down at her desk and opened the growing stack of reports. The information from the interrogation fit well with what her external spies had found. The main planners of the attack were now fully identified. Discrete personnel provided by her father were already moving to locate them.
She picked up her pen and began writing new instructions. The cleaning of her organization would continue without mercy. Those who had betrayed their positions would face real consequences. The people outside who had ordered the violence would not escape either.
Arno and Niko had left, but their departure would serve as a clear warning to anyone else who thought they could attack honest workers in her district. Lin would make sure of that.
"Ah." She remembered. "I forgot to send people to the so-called 'Penguin Pantry' that Arno was talking about. I wonder what it's like over there, and how is it doing?"
#StreetFoodSora
At the Penguin Logistics warehouse, what had begun as a normal afternoon had rapidly turned into a full-scale crisis.It's been a week since Arno and Niko's departure and everything turned out pretty slow at first until eventually people caught on that it's the same food from the Cart, as well as being boosted by the resident Pop Idol.
Inside the main warehouse, everything remained relatively peaceful. Workers moved crates at a steady pace, and the distant hum of machinery created a calm atmosphere. However, the moment one stepped through the side doors to the newly constructed street-facing section of the Penguin Pantry, the situation became complete chaos.
A massive crowd of customers filled the entire sidewalk and spilled out into the street. The line stretched so far that it wrapped around the corner of the building and showed no sign of shortening. People shouted orders, waved cash and cards in the air, and pressed forward eagerly. Several fans of Sora had gathered near the front, creating an additional layer of disorder as they called out her name and tried to take pictures.
It was so bad that some of the LGD operatives that were also fans of her had to step in to maintain order and even control foot traffic.
Sora burst out of the storeroom carrying a large tray of sandwiches, her face flushed red and her ears folded from the stress. "Croissant! I have more egg salad and tuna ready!" she cried, nearly colliding with a shelf as she hurried forward. In her rush, she almost tripped and dropped the entire tray, catching it at the last second with a small squeak of panic.
Croissant stood behind the counter like a soldier in battle. She grabbed the tray with both hands and began serving customers at high speed. "Thank you! Here are your sandwiches, sir! That will be twelve LMD in total! Next! Next please!" She spun around suddenly and shouted toward the storeroom. "Sora! We need more cans of iced tea right now! They are flying off the counter!"
Sora immediately turned and sprinted back into the storeroom. Seconds later she emerged again, dragging a heavy box of drinks behind her. The box caught on the doorway, causing her to stumble forward. "Why are there so many people today?" she gasped, out of breath. "This morning was already difficult, but this… this is too much!"
The crowd erupted in cheers the moment she appeared. Fans at the front began calling her name even louder.
"Sora! Sora! One of everything, please! And can I get a signature on the bag?"
"Miss Sora, your voice is so cute! Please smile for a photo!"
Sora's face turned an even deeper shade of red. She tried to hide behind the box of juice while handing out drinks. "P-please form a proper line, everyone! We are working as fast as we can!"
Croissant let out a tired but amused laugh as she packed another bag. "You have become too popular, Sora! Half the line is here just to see you! Watch your step!"
From the second-floor office window, Emperor stood with his arms crossed, his own sugarette in his mouth, observing the unfolding disaster below. He raised an eyebrow as Sora nearly tripped again while rushing back for more candy packs.
"These two are going to destroy the floor at this rate," he muttered to himself. "I knew that this was gonna go well, but this'll spiral out of control at this rate."
Down below, the comedy continued. Sora and Croissant kept running back and forth between the counter and storeroom like two panicked workers in a comedy play. At one point, they both reached for the same shelf at the same time and bumped heads with a loud thud.
"Ow! Left side!" Croissant yelled, rubbing her forehead.
"Sorry!" Sora replied, looking dizzy for a moment before grabbing another stack of items and dashing out again.
The customers found the whole scene entertaining. Some laughed openly while others cheered every time Sora reappeared with new stock. One enthusiastic fan started a chant of "Sora! Sora!" which quickly spread through the line, making the poor girl want to disappear behind the counter.
Bison walked up beside Emperor at the window and looked down at the madness. "Should we call Texas and Exusiai for help again? They look like they are about to collapse."
Emperor took a slow sip of the Terran Roast (Leithanien Black) and exhaled. "Do it. If we don't send reinforcements soon, those two are going to run themselves into the ground. Tell them to postpone some of their deliveries for today or just pass it off to some of the interns and newbies. We're clearly in a state of emergency here. You should go and help them out as well."
Bison nodded and left the office. Emperor remained by the window, shaking his head with reluctant amusement as he watched Sora nearly drop an order she was handing out while her other hand signed someone's paper bag and Croissant try to manage the ever-growing line by waving her arms dramatically as customers continued to pour in.
Just then, a new figure made her way through the edge of the bustling crowd. Click, the cheerful and energetic Zalak livestreamer, arrived with her phone mounted on a small stabilizer rig and her signature camera equipment drone ready. She adjusted her headset microphone, tapped her screen to start the live stream, and began speaking in her clear, professional tone.
"Hi guys! This is Click reporting live from the Penguin Logistics warehouse area!" she said brightly, turning her camera to capture the long line behind her. "I have heard so many amazing things about the newly opened Penguin Pantry over the past few days, so I came here to see it for myself. And as you can all see, this place is absolutely packed!"
The live chat on her stream started flooding with messages almost immediately.
SlugFan__!@#: CLICK ON THE SCENE LET'S GO ACHAHASHAHDHA
BunSquint: Is this the cart food everyone's been talking about
TheBigAdam: The line is insane omg
YaneseDragonChef: Review the sandwiches Click!!
Click smiled at her audience while carefully stepping around a group of waiting customers. "It has only been a week since this pantry opened, but word has clearly spread fast. Many people here are telling me this is the same quality food that used to come from the famous mobile cart that operated in Lungmen. I have spoken to several returning customers already, and they all say the same thing — the sandwiches are fresh, the portions are generous, and everything tastes just as good as before."
She approached a middle-aged man who had just received his order and held the camera toward him. "Sir, quick word for the stream. What made you come back today?"
The man lifted his bag with a satisfied grin. "The egg salad sandwich is excellent. Bread is soft, filling is fresh. I came yesterday and had to come back again. Totally worth the wait in this line. Eating one of these fills you up for the whole day, you know?"
"It does? How do you think it does that? Isn't it expensive though?" Click inquired, pressing for info.
"Eh, the line can get long, sure. But there's generally no limit to how many you can get as long as you don;t hoard it. They're also not that expensive when compared to the regular stuff you can buy in other places, so it's a steal." Another customer said as he walked forward to finally take his order. "I dunno how they do it, but it sure is helpful for people like me who don't have much time to sit down and eat. It also tastes good and no one's gotten sick so I'm not complaining."
Click turned back to her viewers, her eyes bright with excitement. "There you have it, folks! Strong endorsements from actual customers. The Penguin Pantry seems to be carrying on the reputation of the original cart very successfully. Though as you can see from the footage, the staff is working extremely hard to keep up with everyone."
She panned her camera toward the counter just in time to catch Sora running around while carrying another heavy box and Croissant was fiddling with the cash register. The chat reacted instantly.
The girls are running a marathon back there
Sora looks so tired but still cute
Click should jump in and help them pack orders haha
Where is this? I wanna see this in action lmao
Click laughed softly while continuing her coverage. "The team here is doing their best under very high demand. I don't wanna get in the way of that, buuuuuuut…"
She started running towards the front.
"Let's go say 'hi' anyway, shall we!?"
She moved a little closer to the counter, still speaking to her audience. "Many customers I have interviewed today mentioned how reliable the products are. One lady told me the preserved snacks last longer than other brands, and several office workers said the drinks are perfect for their afternoon breaks. It looks like this pantry has quickly become an important spot in the district."
The live stream continued drawing more attention, causing even more curious people to join the already long line. Click kept reporting smoothly, interviewing a few more customers and commenting on the lively atmosphere around her. Meanwhile, Sora and Croissant kept pushing through the rush, occasionally glancing over at the reporter with a mix of surprise and embarrassment as they realized their hard work was now being broadcast live to hundreds of viewers.
Emperor, still watching from the office window, let out a long sigh as he saw the new development. "Great. Now we have a reporter streaming the whole mess. This day just keeps getting better and better."
The Penguin Pantry continued operating at full speed amid the growing disorder. The combination of strong customer demand, Sora's popularity, and Click's live coverage had turned a simple afternoon shift into something much larger and far more chaotic than anyone had planned. Yet through all the running, bumping, and occasional near-disasters, the team kept the food moving and the customers happy.
Just as Sora finished handing over another bag of snacks and looked like she might need a moment to catch her breath, three more members of Penguin Logistics arrived from the warehouse side. Exusiai came in first, full of energy and practically bouncing as she jumped behind the counter.
"Reinforcements have arrived!" Exusiai declared cheerfully. "The bossman said you two were dying out here, so we came to save the day!"
Texas followed right behind her with her usual calm and efficient demeanor. She rolled up her sleeves without saying much and immediately stepped up to one of the registers. Bison arrived last, his large build helping to gently create more space behind the counter as he started moving heavier boxes of stock from the storeroom.
Croissant let out a loud sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I think my legs are about to give out."
Sora was in the middle of adjusting the heavy tray in her hands when she suddenly noticed Click standing nearby with her phone camera pointed toward the counter. Her eyes widened in shock.
"Click?!" Sora exclaimed, nearly dropping the tray again. "What are you doing here?"
She quickly remembered she was still live streaming and turned slightly toward her phone with an embarrassed but polite smile. "Ah, hello everyone in the chat. Sorry for the sudden surprise. We just got some help from our friends."
The live chat reacted instantly with a flood of messages.
SORA NOTICED CLICK!!
Crossover of the year
Two idols at one food stall this is peak content
Sora's shocked face is adorable help
Whos dr katsup click?
"She's my boss, guys. Don't worry about it." Click laughed as she read the comments.
Click turned her camera smoothly toward Sora, her expression bright and professional as always. "Weeeeellll, apparently, someone messed up some stuff on the landship," she explained with a light laugh. "So Dr. Kal'tsit sent me to investigate and check if the Cart was still here somewhere. Apparently no one notified her that some guy named Arno cut the contract between him and Rhodes Island. So now she's… having a talk with whoever was handling calls while she was indisposed."
Sora blinked several times, still looking surprised. "Dr. Kal'tsit is looking for the cart? But Arno and Niko already left Lungmen a week ago…"
Exusiai, who was already packing orders at high speed, leaned over with a grin. "Oh man, Kal'tsit is mad? That's never good. But hey, at least we get free advertising now!"
Texas gave a small sigh while handling the register. "Focus on the customers. We still have a long line."
Bison simply nodded as he brought out another box of drinks from the storeroom and set it down carefully. "More stock is here. Where do you need it?"
Click kept her stream going without missing a beat, turning her camera to capture the new arrivals. "As you can all see, more members of Penguin Logistics have arrived to help. This place is running like a well-organized team now. The energy is really something else!"
The chat continued to explode with reactions.
Boss mention = chaos incoming
Exusiai in the kitchen LETS GO
Texas looks done with everything already
Bison carrying boxes like they weigh nothing
I need this entire crew to open a restaurant
Sora gave a small, shy wave to the camera while still trying to serve customers. "Thank you all for watching. Please be patient with us. We are doing our best today." She then looked back at Click with wide eyes. "I did not expect to see you here. Are you really doing a full report on the pantry?"
Click smiled warmly. "Of course! The food smells amazing, and the reviews from customers have been excellent. I was hoping to get a quick taste test on stream too, if that is alright with everyone."
Exusiai immediately slid a fresh sandwich across the counter toward Click. "Here! On the house for the reporter. Tell your viewers how good it is!"
Texas shot Exusiai a look but did not stop working. Bison continued moving stock quietly, keeping the shelves filled as fast as the girls could empty them.
The crowd around the counter grew even more lively as people realized a well-known reporter was now part of the scene. More customers pressed forward, and the line seemed to stretch even longer. Sora continued working while occasionally glancing at Click's camera, still a little flustered but clearly trying her best to stay professional.
From the office window above, Emperor watched the entire situation unfold with a mix of amusement and resignation. The addition of Click's live stream had taken the already overwhelming afternoon and pushed it into something even more unpredictable. Yet the team kept working together, the food kept moving, and the customers remained happy despite the growing chaos.
As Click found a nearby place to eat that still had the Penguin Pantry in view, she sampled the food and gave her thoughts on each item. She refused to try the sugarettes as even though Texas explained that it was basically candy, Click didn't like the idea of smoking in general. As she was eating and talking to her viewers ("The Yeunyang coffee and apple pie are sooooo good together!"), she just remembered why she got sent here in the first place.
"Man, I sure hope nobody got in trouble over at Rhodes…."
Meanwhile, aboard the Rhodes Island landship, a completely different kind of chaos was unfolding in the Medical Department's administrative wing.
Kal'tsit stormed down the hallway with Mon3tr floating silently beside her, its single eye glowing ominously. Her expression was ice-cold, but the tension radiating from her made the air feel ten degrees colder. The few operators unfortunate enough to be in the corridor quickly pressed themselves against the walls and tried to become invisible.
She stopped in front of a small side office and pushed the door open with enough force that it banged against the wall. Inside, a young Perro intern — on only her first week at Rhodes Island — sat at a desk surrounded by stacks of unanswered call logs and missed messages. The poor girl froze mid-sip of her coffee, her ears flattening against her head as she saw who had just entered.
"You," Kal'tsit said, her voice dangerously calm and precise, the kind of tone that made seasoned operators reconsider their life choices. "Who are you, and why are you here? Where is Operator Warfarin? She should be the one handling these calls."
The intern's hands started shaking so badly that coffee spilled onto the desk. "Y-yes, Dr. Kal'tsit! I-I'm really sorry, this is only my first week and Miss Warfarin said it would be simple forwarding work and—"
Kal'tsit raised a hand, cutting her off. Mon3tr hovered closer, its chains rattling softly.
"Simple forwarding work," Kal'tsit repeated slowly, as if tasting something unpleasant. "Then perhaps you can explain to me why I have just returned to find that an entire supply contract with a highly reliable external vendor in Lungmen was terminated without any notification reaching my desk. A vendor whose products were being used by our entire branch in that city?"
The intern shrank back in her chair, looking like she wanted to merge with the furniture. "I… I saw the message about the contract ending, but Miss Warfarin told me not to bother you with 'small merchant stuff' while you were sick and that she would handle the important legislative follow-ups…"
Kal'tsit's eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. "Warfarin told you."
"Y-yes, ma'am. She said that I'll get extra credit from you if I took her place. Am I getting fired, m-ma'am? I've always wanted to work here…"
She took a slow, deliberate breath, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop even further. "That bloodsucking gremlin was supposed to cover legislative coordination and critical communications while Amiya was looking after me and the Doctor was occupied in Siesta. Instead, she apparently decided to disappear and leave an intern — on her first week — to manage sensitive contracts."
The intern nodded rapidly, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. "She said it was just a food cart and that someone named Arno wanted to leave anyway, so she said that I should just handle it and file it under 'vendor changes' and not disturb you…"
Kal'tsit pinched the bridge of her nose. Mon3tr let out a low, threatening rumble.
"A food cart," she muttered. "One that supplied consistent, high-quality non-Originium-contaminated ingredients that we were using in multiple recovery formulas. And now it is gone because that dumb vampire was too lazy to handle the paperwork."
She turned her full attention back to the terrified and near sobbing intern. "This is not your fault. Not entirely. But you will learn this now: when in doubt, you ask. Especially when it involves things that seem to be out of your jurisdiction. Especially since you're an intern. Do you understand?"
The intern squeaked out a small "Y-Yes, Doctor…" while visibly trembling.
Kal'tsit's expression remained stern, but there was the faintest hint of sympathy in her eyes. "Go take a break. And drink some water. You look like you are about to faint."
As the intern practically fled the room, Kal'tsit turned on her heel and started walking again, Mon3tr following faithfully.
"Warfarin," she called out in a voice that carried down the entire corridor. "Where is that irresponsible vampire? If she is gorging herself in the blood storage room again, I will personally drag her out by the fangs."
A few operators down the hall exchanged nervous glances. One of them whispered, "Warfarin's in for it now…"
Kal'tsit continued her march, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. "When I find her, we are going to have a very long conversation about delegation, responsibility, and why I should not have to return from sick leave to discover that half our supply chain decisions were handled by a first-week intern who was never properly briefed."
She paused at a corner, eyes scanning for any sign of the mischievous vampire. "And if she thinks pretending to be sick herself will save her… she is sorely mistaken. I can only hope that Click will be able to catch Mr. Arno in time so that we can clear this up."
Somewhere in the distance, a faint crash and the sound of hurried footsteps suggested that Warfarin had just realized her gremlin antics had finally caught up with her.
Kal'tsit's expression did not change, but those who knew her well could tell this was going to be a very long, very educational afternoon for everyone involved.
AN: If it's not all that clear, I'm using Guin Guin Warfarin lmao. The artist just makes her out to be so fucking funny.
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