Knock, knock! Mage Zete rapped on the cabin door. "Princess, we're almost at Twin Towers City."
"Teacher, didn't we agree that our identity now is a merchant group?" The cabin door opened, revealing a young woman dressed like an ordinary working woman.
She had a fit, agile build and a head of short, choppy hair rarely seen on women of this era. Though she held a book in her hand, the rough calluses showed that books were not what she handled most often. What she knew best might have been a hoe—or a weapon.
"With all due respect, Miss Frederica, a mercenary band suits our temperament better."
In the corridor, a group of burly warriors whose deltoids were bigger than their heads, crammed into shirts stretched drum-tight, all nodded in agreement.
"But we're here for the Twin Towers City Expo. A merchant group makes more sense." Frederica retorted. What was so interesting about being a mercenary band? She had been one often enough, and cut down enough of them too.
"But I think looking the part is important too," someone in the crowd answered weakly.
"Do you not know to say 'reporting' before speaking?" Frederica's willow-leaf brows shot up, her commanding presence spilling forth.
"Y-you, you told us th-that once we got to Twin Towers City, we d-didn't need to report before speaking." The warrior who had replied lowered his head, so frightened that he stuttered.
"I, I..." Frederica was a little embarrassed. It did seem that she was not suited to playing a merchant group, but as the team leader, she still had to know how to talk her way out of things. "Our ship hasn't docked yet, has it? That means we haven't arrived at Twin Towers City. Get ready for push-ups. Keep going until we dock!"
"Yes!"