"Ah! You startled me."
Seele's tone was less than friendly. The traffic light's sudden appearance had made her instinctively dodge.
The traffic light gave no response to this and continued speaking in its stiff, mechanical electronic voice.
"Protocol... activated. Beginning... scan... verification.
"Authentication failed... individual lacks access privileges. Initiating trial."
"Huh? W-we're starting already!?" March 7th was a little stunned. The trial had begun far too abruptly.
"Trial step one initiated. Please listen to the question-who was the overall champion of the Internal Combustion Engine Rap Tournament?" The traffic light carried on regardless.
"What internal combus... what rap? How are we supposed to know that?" March 7th was even more confused.
"Sampo..." Dan Heng looked at Uncle Cold Legs. "Do you know the answer?"
Sampo smiled. "Of course I, Sampo... don't know!"
"Are you actually reliable at all!?" March 7th was deeply displeased.
Looking aggrieved and innocent, Sampo said, "Hey, I'm not all-knowing and all-powerful. Information takes asking around. No rush. Why not listen to what the vagrants nearby are talking about? You might find a surprise."
At that moment, the traffic light asked again, "Please answer the question-who was the overall champion of the Internal Combustion Engine Rap Tournament?"
Stelle had not spoken since hearing the question. She searched her mind carefully, and though she had no leads whatsoever, she kept at it.
Just then, she suddenly felt inspiration strike. A flash of insight burst from her skull, filling her with sudden understanding!
And so Stelle blurted out, "88 Degrees Bedrock."
After a brief silence, the traffic light said, "Correct answer."
March 7th was stunned on the spot, her voice even trembling a little. "Whoa! Y-you managed to guess that right too? Did you go to some music festival behind our backs?"
Before Stelle could tell the others about