NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

I really don't have that ability.

And so, under the expectant gaze of the crowd, prison guard Worth led Phoenix out of the prison area without stopping.

Along with it came the tense mood of the group of villains.

Thank goodness, the mere level one confinement in the rehabilitation center was indeed no match for this big shot.

……

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"Oh! Approachable! Youthful! Virile! A boy beyond imagination!"

At the entrance of the rehabilitation center, in front of several wall-mounted machine guns, a man dressed too avant-garde leaned against a bright gold luxury car, clapping excitedly as he sized up the young man in plain clothes who had just been released from prison.

　"Do you know me? Are you interested in coming to Tetra and becoming the idol of thousands of girls?"

"...Mr. Mustin?"

When Phoenix saw the CEO of Tetra personally come to pick him up, he was completely unprepared and felt nothing but shock.

He considered Anderson, Ingrid, Burningham, or even Shum for his bail, but he just didn't put this person's name on the lucky draw.

What reason would an entertainment tycoon have to bail himself out?

And he even came to pick me up in person?

What, has the central government completely revealed its attitude towards us?

“Mr. Mastin, to meet you at the entrance of the rehabilitation center... this catches me a little off guard.”

Despite her surprise, Phoenix still remembered her identity as a fangirl that she had established long ago.

That was originally his backup plan to use to pressure the three major companies for higher prices, but now it seems to have played some unexpected role.

“Oh~Boy~, let’s go into the car for a communication session. There’s also a Nikke inside, your meeting, meeting.”

At Mastiff's invitation, delivered in a mix of languages, Phoenix nodded his thanks and then calmly got into the tycoon's extended limousine.

When it comes to who's the most eccentric in Ark, this boss is undoubtedly the one.

When it comes to who's easy to talk to on Ark Island, this boss is definitely number one.

However, to Phoenix's surprise, when he sat in the front seat of the limousine, he discovered that in front of him, in the rear seat, sat a little girl with pink pigtails holding a black leather whip.

Ok?

Why were Missylis and his wife in the car of the Tetra boss...?

"Commander, this is Yuni."

　Before anyone could voice their doubts to the artificial intelligence within their consciousness, the little girl proactively explained to Phoenix in her voice, which didn't quite match her appearance.

“Well, according to Shuen, Yuni is here to ‘protect’ the Commander on behalf of Missilis.”

Protect the commander?

Protect a commander inside an underground ark?

Phoenix didn't expose Yuni's clumsy attempt to cover it up; instead, he asked her directly.

"And what about the one who represents the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"

“The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss is quite busy lately, and there is a shortage of manpower, so we may have to wait a few days.”

After getting on the bus, Mustin cheerfully answered Phoenix's question for Eunice, and continued:

"Now that everyone has finished their introductions, let's move on to today's theme! Boy~, I heard you're a fan of our Warren?"

"……Yes."

Upon hearing Mastin's opening remarks, someone quite cooperatively revealed a hint of surprise.

Not too much, not too little, just right to satisfy a fan's desire for their idol, and a commander's self-restraint.

"Are you asking me to be Warren's bodyguard, Mr. Mustin?"

"No~No~No~, after a new round of sentences (verdicts) against you from various parties, during your suspension, you will need to take a job in Tetra that is mainly based on social contact."

So~

Ingrid told me you're a Warren fan, so I've decided to hire you as Warren's agent!

The owner of Tetra tossed his long hair and enthusiastically took out two glasses of champagne that had been prepared in advance from the fully automatic mini-fridge, handing the one in his left hand to Phoenix.

"Yes?"

"Or No?"

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"So now, you're my new agent?"

Inside the dressing room, a red-haired woman, who was lounging with her legs crossed on a booth, lazily lifted her sunglasses with her right hand, tilted her head, and looked the well-dressed man in front of her up and down.

Uh-huh?

The agent the boss introduced this time... well, let's just say he seems...

Somewhat serene?

But why is it that even though he's standing there quietly, he gives off a strange sense of unease?

“I heard you’re a fan of mine? To be honest, I used to have an agent who was a fan of mine, but he complained about me to others in private after only three days.” Warren said, twirling her sunglasses with her tanned fingers.

"As for me, I hate it when people talk badly about me behind my back. What I can't stand the most is when they talk badly about me and I find out about it."

"So, did he resign voluntarily, or was he fired by you?" Phoenix glanced down at the schedule on his tablet, then looked up and smiled.

"By the way, did you beat him up?"

"what?"

The moment Warren heard the words "beat him up" come out of his new manager's mouth, he almost thought there was something wrong with his hearing receiver.

"Do you think I'd beat him up?"

"No, I was just asking, I didn't mean anything by it." The man, who wasn't used to wearing formal suits, casually placed his tablet on a chair and continued:

"If it were me, I would definitely decide whether or not to beat him up based on what he said."

The unconventional answer suddenly filled the dressing room with silence.

In the large room, Warren, having received her answer, stared openly into Phoenix's emerald eyes. After a moment, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up, and at the same time, the sunglasses she was spinning in her right hand abruptly stopped, then she pointed in someone's direction.

“You’re just my type, agent.”

"You too."

Amidst Anick's grumbling, Phoenix, pretending not to hear anything, quickly got into work mode.

"Then tomorrow at 3 p.m., the 'Ark Expert Interview Column' plans to conduct a 30-minute impromptu interview with you on the theme of creative inspiration."

I had my staff inquire, and it seems the host this time is Faithley. She previously expressed her dislike for you online using a secondary account. Are you going to participate?

“OK, I love this kind of live show that doesn’t have time to cut the clips.” Warren hummed a little tune dismissively. “I’d like to see if she has the guts to say she hates me to my face.”

After making those harsh remarks, the rap queen casually lifted her sexy, toned thigh, and amidst the ripping sound of her black stockings tearing, nonchalantly continued, "..."

"Agent, what did you do before?"

"I?"

"Two hours and thirty-seven minutes ago, I was a commander."

"what?"

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Commander Ran Away

No one expected that Warren and his new agent would talk for three hours straight in the dressing room.

Moreover, the two of them had a very pleasant conversation.

Because Warren was so happy, the staff present also shared in his joy.

Only when the grandmothers are in a good mood will their work standards be lowered to the normal level in the industry, and they will not be tormented by the seemingly arbitrary but actually abnormal demands of their superiors.

However, just as everyone was happily preparing to leave work...

Only one person sat on a high chair in the hall with a sullen face and a pout, swinging his legs listlessly.

Yuni is unhappy! Very unhappy!! Extremely unhappy!!!

The commander clearly told Yuni to "wait a moment," but she ended up waiting for more than three hours. Was he deliberately trying to intimidate Yuni?

Just as the girl was about to knock on the dressing room door to see if the commander was doing something inappropriate for children, Wollum's slightly magnetic voice came from the corridor.

"You're Yuni?"