"C-Credit Points?"
Clio and Delt had imagined all sorts of possibilities, but never had they expected Zero, whom they regarded as their savior, to ask them for Credit Points the moment they met.
But... aren't you an important figure sent by the Federation? Why don't you have any Credit Points in your pocket?
They instinctively exchanged glances, each seeing the other's stunned confusion and twitching mouth.
After a moment's hesitation, Delt shook his head apologetically at Zero. "I'm very sorry, Miss Zero. If you need a large sum to carry out some plan, the Radicals of the Peacekeeping Forces can't provide that money right now."
He did not even ask how much Zero wanted. When they had decided to intensify their efforts to seize influence and manpower, they had already emptied their accounts, even draining much of the money they had embezzled and stashed away over the years.
Although that all-or-nothing gamble had failed, the two of them really were broke now. Their remaining funds were barely enough to cover their daily expenses.
Yet Zero simply stared straight at him, making Delt squirm under her unrelenting gaze.
Seeing this, Clio hurried forward to smooth things over. "May I ask what you need the Credit Points for, Miss Zero? And exactly how much do you need?"
"Food."
"F-Food?"
Clio was dumbfounded. He had considered every possibility, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this reason.
This little terror doesn't even have enough Credit Points to eat?
"Um, Miss Zero, may I ask what exactly happened..."
Before he could finish, a razor-sharp aura bore down on his face. A chill ran across Clio's neck, as though a frost-covered blade had been pressed against it.
He swallowed and saw the icy look in the silver-blue-haired girl's eyes. Her hand lightly gripped