Silvana stared at Kayla for a long time, as if trying to see something. Then, she walked over, stood next to Adam, and bowed low.
"Hello. My name is Silvana, I'm Adam's Operator, nice to meet you." Silvana said respectfully.
As an Operator, she couldn't disrespect Phantom, even if it wasn't Adam. An Operator who did not know how to behave in public was a real disgrace, first of all insulting their Phantom and then everyone else.
That was one of the reasons why social rules and etiquette were so important at the Operator Academy.
"Oh, Adam told me about you." Kayla's eyes shone brightly.
Silvana glanced at Adam, "Is it true?"
Kayla replied, "Sure. We didn't have much time, we were preparing for the fight against Prago, but we discussed various topics while we were resting."
"I see. Well, I hope to live up to your expectations." Silvana nodded deeply with a serious look.
Adam turned around as if looking for someone.
"Kayla. Did you come alone? I thought you were bringing your Operator with you."
Kayla looked away shyly, scratching her cheek.
"It's hard to imagine, but he's even more shy than I am. He doesn't like being in the company of strangers. I know that, so I didn't push it."
Adam smiled.
Tremble.
He was about to say something, but suddenly there was a rumbling sound as if someone had broken or smashed a thing.
Then, a man came flying out of the alley, blood trickling from his nose. He fell only a few meters away from Adam, Kayla, and Silvana.
Adam tilted his head in confusion. He didn't understand what was happening or who might be fighting in the First Ring.
"Is someone already drunk?" Kayla raised an eyebrow, she obviously thought that was odd.
"Bastard. Run away from here while your head is still on your shoulders!" A menacing voice rang out, causing the man to quickly stand up and run away with eyes full of fear.
Adam and Kayla smirked. It only took them a moment to realize who it was, and... action was more than appropriate.
Following, Edir emerged from the darkness, wearing a formal gray suit - Crita walked beside him, wearing a loose white shirt and a black, leather skirt. She gripped Edir's arm tightly with a bright smile on her face.
Oddly enough, there was another girl next to Edir. However, that didn't make Crita jealous, for it was Lola! Though she wasn't much different from the others in age, but her cute face and short stature, made her choice of a red, pretty dress perfect, she braided two long ponytails.
"Oh, you're already here. Are we late?" Edir raised an eyebrow, glancing at Crita.
"We're going to a restaurant, not an underground bar. You have to choose appropriate clothing for certain places." A calm voice replied, having long since gotten used to hearing eternal annoyance about this.
Soon, Louis and Alexia showed up. Naturally, Louis was dressed superbly, like a butler in the castle of an ancient king, ready to do any order of his queen.
But... The Queen was unhappy that she had to wear an uncomfortably short dress.
"Shit! I'm a Phantom! Why the fuck do I have to dress like this?!"
"For their sake." Louis smiled slyly, pointing at Adam and the others.
It seemed Alexia should have been as embarrassed as anyone in her position, but... Alexia was who she was.
"I came here to eat and drink! What's the dress got to do with it?!" Alexia said openly.
Louis shook his head with a bitter smile. Even if his patience was infinite, it didn't mean he had the strength to argue with Alexia.
Adam turned around, checking to see if anyone else was supposed to have arrived. He raised an eyebrow slightly as if that was the case, but he couldn't figure out who it was.
"I think we should be getting in by now." Silvana said calmly, "It's already time."
"Sure." Adam nodded.
"Alright! It's time to buzz! I like this rowdy girl already!" Edir exclaimed vigorously, pointing at Alexia.
"Hah, you think you can drink more than me?"
Edir arrogantly raised his chin, "Indeed. That's not even up for debate!"
...
Half an hour later, when it had already been raining heavily for twenty minutes, two silhouettes approached the restaurant doors, a girl with a long braid holding an umbrella for both of them.
"Well... Looks like we're pretty late..." Tron muttered with a calm look.
Riska nodded.
"Yeah."
"That happens sometimes, right?"
"Sure. I'm confident it'll be fine."
Tron smirked.
"Agh, let's see how the K1-Phantoms, one of the talented ones, are resting."