Bar Chatter
February, 2045, The Tetragrammaton
Illegal Frontier, the criminal clan. Being a group that boasted only wanted Superiors as official members, it was no doubt one of the strongest forces in Infinite Dendrogram.
Their headquarters was the amphibious battle cruiser called “The Tetragrammaton.” Inside it there were rooms for every member, as well as a number of recreational facilities.
“Heh heh! This is the luxurious grown-up life!”
Inside one such facility — a bar, to be exact — there stood Gerbera, holding a cocktail glass and posing in a manner she believed to be mature.
She was underage, however, so the drink inside was non-alcoholic.
Next to her, not saying a word, was one of the clan’s sub-leaders, Rascal.
He’d come here first and had been unwinding with a few drinks, but then he was joined by Gerbera and Emily, both of whom were strangely excited.
Rascal could only assume that they were in the middle of exploring the battle cruiser.
“It’s shoo tasty!” Emily said, drinking her orange juice float.
“It really is!” said Gerbera. “This bartender is quite skilled. I feel like this might even actually get me drunk!”
Like hell it will. It’s non-alcoholic, ya dumbass, Rascal thought.
The bartender, as it happened, was an Idea made by La Crima.
“Heh heh... This booze is making me feel like talking about my past... Wanna hear a story?”
“Tell me tell me! I love you, Gerbera!”
I’m glad they’re gettin’ along, but what if this dumbass turns out to be a bad influence on her? Rascal thought, beginning to worry.
“Very well — then I shall tell you the take of how I stole a national treasure from Caldina!” Gerbera said proudly before beginning to eloquently describe her endeavor.
Seriously? You’re gonna boast about your dirty deeds? Rascal thought with a sigh.
None of what Gerbera went on to say was a lie. She’d indeed used Alhazred’s cloaking ability to steal one of Caldina’s national treasures. The problem was that she’d neglected to consider that the item would have a transmitter on it, and she was chased down by the authorities the moment her ult expired.
“They sent skilled pursuers after me, but I was able to escape with my ult. They couldn’t keep on chasing me after I dropp— let go of the treasure! I came out on top! I was the victor!”
It was obviously a defeat, but in her mind, she was the one who had prevailed.
This was how Gerbera was at that point in time. Rascal had acknowledged her as almost offensively stupid, but still accepted her into the clan because of her Superior Embryo’s abilities. A small part of him was actually starting to regret it.
“Wow, Gerbera! I thought you could only make sweets!” Emily said, clapping and clearly not fully understanding what she had just heard.
“Yes! Praise me more!” Gerbera declared proudly.
Rascal looked at them, not saying a word. Being a guardian-like figure to Emily even in real life, he had actually begun to worry that Gerbera could be a bad influence on Emily in a way unrelated to her illness.
Following this, Gerbera was sent on a certain mission to Altar...
The End
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