Manhattan Cafe remained calm, sipping her coffee. The white star-shaped cowlick atop her head swayed nonstop, betraying her delight.
Tachyon had it coming!
Keep it up!
Silence Suzuka and Oguri Cap pinned Agnes Tachyon to a chair. Aldan brought over a table and a desk lamp, while Air Groove drew the curtains.
Their teamwork was nothing short of perfect.
"Why are you all so good at this?"
Rudolf looked at Zhou Yuang in confusion. Don't tell me they rehearsed this in private?
Zhou Yuang coughed to hide his embarrassment.
"They came up with it themselves."
They must have triggered so many friendship bonuses and done so much friendship training together that their bonds had grown deep enough for this kind of coordination.
Tachyon sat there on pins and needles, surrounded by Uma Musume. All they needed now was a friendship event, and it would stop looking like a mob execution!
"Here you go."
Seeing Tachyon sitting there in despair, Manhattan Cafe set a freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of her.
The pitch-black coffee reflected Tachyon's hopeless face like a mirror.
"Oh, and you might as well sign a contract too. Just like Digital~"
Aldan clasped her hands beside her cheek and smiled as she delivered news that would make any Uma Musume despair.
Tachyon looked up at Digital, Manhattan Cafe, and Rudolf standing beside Zhou Yuang. Then her expression turned to one of resignation.
Tracen is finished! And so am I!
Damn it! Hasn't Tracen already become AT's playground?
"Still, I have to say, this place is pretty nice."
Tachyon swirled the cup in her hand as she looked around the Confessional.
She admitted she had panicked at first, especially when she saw people she knew—and President Rudolf—standing beside Zhou Yuang.
But Tachyon was not as devastated