"KNOCK KNOCK!" Zete Mage knocked on the cabin door. "Princess, we're about to arrive at Twin Tower City."
"Teacher, didn't we agree that for now, we're a Merchant Group?" The cabin door opened to reveal a young woman dressed as an ordinary working woman.
She had an athletic build and a head of short, choppy hair, which was uncommon for women of this era. Though she held a book, the rough calluses on her hands suggested it wasn't what she held most often. She was probably more familiar with a hoe, or maybe a weapon.
"If I may be blunt, Miss Figxin, a Mercenary Corps would suit our disposition a little better."
In the corridor, a group of hulking Warriors—men with deltoids bigger than their heads, stuffed into shirts that strained at the seams—all nodded in agreement.
"But we're here for the Twin Tower City Expo. A Merchant Group makes more sense," Figxin retorted. 'What's the point of a Mercenary Corps? I've been in enough of them and cut down enough of them already.'
