"How does your manager let a big star like you perform on the street?"
Robin smiled calmly at Boothill's question.
"A true singer doesn't sing only for the audience closest to the stage."
"But Mr. Boothill, does your presence here mean something big is about to happen in Dreamville again?"
"Hey, don't make me sound like some kind of disaster alarm," Boothill joked.
"You know about the Holy Grail War, right? The ads are everywhere. Everyone in Penacony's heard of it."
"So you're here to take part in the Holy Grail War, Mr. Boothill?" Robin asked.
"Huh? Why are you so surprised?" Boothill gave her a disdainful look.
"Am I not supposed to enter?"
"Uh, of course that's not what I meant." Robin shook her head.
Then she thought it over and nodded slightly.
"No... I think that's exactly what I meant..."
Robin looked at Boothill curiously.
"As far as I know, invitations to this Holy Grail War were supposed to go only to members of the Families, company executives, and the Star Rail Express."
"In other words, Penacony's decision-makers."
At that, Boothill puffed out his chest proudly.
"Ain't I, Mr. Pom-Pom, a member of the Star Rail Express?"
"..."
Seeing Robin freeze, Boothill stopped teasing her.
"All right, that's definitely not why."
"Truth is, nobody knows what happened, but that lovable old fellow sent Dreamville an invitation too."
"Gallagher thought it might be a trap, so he talked it over with Mika, and they handed the invitation straight to me."
"I see." Robin looked thoughtful.
"Mika and Mr. Gallagher must trust you a great deal."
"Damn right. I'm real close with The Nameless." Boothill grinned smugly.
"I've been there for every big disaster Penacony's faced lately. Sunday, the monkeys..."
"Uh, sorry. Listen to my fool mouth. Why'd I bring