Behind the Curtains

Vita! There you are.

The chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon is back. He's been asking to see you...

Haha, funny you should ask. This actually has something to do with you. Remember that photo of yours that won first place in the contest? The chairman was away at the time. Now that he's back, he's been asking everyone where to find you.

Snow heard the chairman was looking for you and got it into her head that she'd collect your grand prize for you. Next thing I knew, she was charging straight into the nobles' lounge, all fired up.

And I was sent straight back out! He treated me like some servant he could summon and dismiss as he pleased. Hmph! The nerve!!

Hey! What's so funny? You got thrown out too, remember?

The chairman barely even looked at Snow before sending us both away.

Your great Demon King has suffered a terrible injustice! As my loyal little servants, shouldn't you be defending my honour? That man kept grilling me for ages. I was so worried I'd say the wrong thing and get you into trouble.

Hngh... So this is what my Little Minion has to put up with every day. Dealing with people like that must be awful...

Tri... what? What's that supposed to mean?

It means you'll become a greater, bigger, stronger Demon King.

Getting picked on makes you taller? You're trying to trick me again! Lunarians don't grow!

Strength comes in many forms. Resilience is one of them. One day, Lunarians, Charons, Solarians, everyone, will gather around you and cry, "Your Majesty!"

...Is that true? If I become stronger, will everyone really follow me? Hehe... That does sound rather nice. In that case, I'll keep playing your little servant a while longer!

You've been working hard lately, Snow. You did great today too. Even as a temporary servant, you're already showing the rest of us how it's done.

Mhm! Even if I'm only your servant for this investigation, I'll be the greatest servant ever! A Demon King excels at everything!

Alright, Snow, you can boast later. Vita, you should probably head over to the Steamwhistle Salon. Better not keep Mr Seaton waiting. Snow and I will ask around and see what else we can find. We'll catch up with you later.

Got it.

Sorry to keep you waiting. I got held up at the printing house and came back later than expected.

I should have been here to welcome you today and give you the good news in person... though I imagine you've already heard. Your photograph won first place in the contest.

To be honest, the contest was mostly a way for us to see whether you were genuinely interested in joining the Salon, whether you had the right spirit for it. The photograph itself was never the deciding factor. You would have passed the membership trial either way.

That said, you exceeded our expectations. You're not only a refined and spirited lady, but a remarkably talented one as well. That single photograph tells a story, and captures such a vivid sense of movement... impressive.

So, I, Seaton Brutus, Chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, formally invite you to join us. As one of our members, you would become a follower of Stationmaster Eisenbahn, standing together with the people of Bloomfield Station as we support one another.

What do you say?

(This is getting ridiculous. I only took that photo to get the job done. How did he get all that from one picture?)

Ahem... the honour is mine.

Then welcome to the Steamwhistle Salon. Let us work together in pursuit of our ideals.

Ah, yes, your attendants are not with you today, are they? We prepared a small welcome gift for each of you, three in total. Since they are absent, would you kindly accept theirs on their behalf?

Thank you.

Think nothing of it. You've earned it.

There is one more thing I'd like to ask. Would you have time to check how the preparations for the celebration are coming along?

Ah, of course, you have only just joined the Salon, so you may not know the details yet. It's quite simple: we're holding a celebration in honour of Stationmaster Eisenbahn.

You must have noticed how lively Bloomfield Station has been lately. I am sure you have also heard the reason by now: the tenth anniversary of Stationmaster Eisenbahn's appointment is just around the corner.

It marks the rebirth of Bloomfield Station, and, as it happens, it falls on Stationmaster Eisenbahn's birthday as well. The Steamwhistle Salon has organised a celebration, and everyone at the station is invited to take part.

Which brings me to my request.

Everyone else is tied up with the lead-up events at the moment. As for me, I still have to meet the manager at the printing house... so I am afraid my hands are full as well.

You remember that photograph of yours, the one that won first prize? We are using it as the main image on the celebration posters. Soon, everyone in Bloomfield Station will see your work.

I would like you to check on the preparations for the lead-up events on my behalf.

I would appreciate that. My apologies, you have only just joined, and I am already putting you to work.

I would like you to check how the preparations for the lead-up events are coming along.

Mainly a quiz, a themed raffle, and a stage play. The first two have been under way for some time. The play should still be in rehearsal.

Quite a few of our Salon members have seen more operas than they can count, and now they fancy themselves performers. Of course, once rehearsals began, most of them could barely get through a single line. I had to bring in professional performers from a theatre troupe to coach them.

The quiz and raffle are being handled by the same event staff member. You'll find him in the concourse. The play rehearsals should be somewhere near the overpass.

Since we still have a little time, why don't we talk? As chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, I ought to get to know our members.

No need to be nervous. Just a casual chat.

(With all the time he spent talking to me, he probably could've inspected the lead-up events himself.)

I should go and meet the manager at the printing house... I'll leave the rest to you.

Oh, and take this. You're new here, so some people may not know you yet. Show them this, and you should be able to get in without anyone stopping you.

Good luck. I look forward to hearing how it goes.

(I wonder how Outsider and Snow are getting on. I'd better compare notes with them.)

Took you long enough. Snow and I asked around while you were busy. Turns out the station's been unusually lively lately. They're running some... odd little events.

That's right! Someone even tried to give me a leaflet!

A quiz and a raffle? Yeah, we saw those too. Crowds were heading that way.

Some people even brought their whole families. Apparently, you get free goodies just for taking part.

Free goodies? Then what are we waiting for?!

Hey. We're here to check on the lead-up events, remember? Don't get distracted.

Hello. Are you here for the Stationmaster Eisenbahn quiz, or the raffle?

Then what are you doing here? You're not one of those Stationmaster Eisenbahn haters here to cause trouble, are you? We don't have time for that right now. We're all busy with the celebration.

Then join the queue at the back. Should only be another two or three hours before your turn.

Right... Actually, Mr Seaton asked me to check on the preparations. He gave me this.

Oh! Mr Seaton sent you? Haven't seen you around before. New member?

Yeah. I just joined today.

Is that so...? Then Mr Seaton must think highly of you. Newcomers don't usually get important errands like this.

(...What's so important about this? Isn't this just one of the lead-up events?)

Well, if Mr Seaton trusts you, that's good enough for me. As for the events, everything's running smoothly. The quiz is doing a fine job of spreading the word already.

Just as expected, it's drawn in plenty of people with time to spare. Exactly the sort who'll spread it around fast. Everything's going according to Mr Seaton's plan.

Before long, all of Bloomfield Station will be talking about how Stationmaster Eisenbahn worked late into the night to receive those visiting foreign merchants... And your photograph has helped more than you might think.

You know about that? Well, I guess news travels fast.

Of course. I didn't recognise your face, but once you said you were the new member who'd won the chairman's trust, it all clicked.

That photograph was fantastic! Keep it up. Take a few more when you get the chance.

Um... about those goodies...

Oh, you're after those too? Sure. Here, take the whole crate. Just remember to put in a good word for me with Mr Seaton. Tell him I've been working hard. Once this is all over, I ought to be getting a bigger cut!

How'd you manage to walk away with this much? That's a whole crate.

So this is what connections can do? Amazing! The power of influence! We didn't even do anything. My Little Minion only talked to him for a moment, and he gave us the whole crate. Little Minion, you're incredible!

When we get back, I'm asking Camilla to cook them every way she can. I'm going to enjoy every single one!

I bet you'll be excited for about two minutes, then get bored and start asking for something else.

Right, before Snow completely derails us, there was another event, wasn't there? Some kind of stage rehearsal?

They said it was near the overpass.

Then we'd better get moving before rehearsals are over.

I heard what the guy running the quiz and raffle said, too. We should get over there before they realise someone's poking around. No point giving them time to cover their tracks.

Vita! There you are.

The chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon is back. He's been asking to see you...

Haha, funny you should ask. This actually has something to do with you. Remember that photo of yours that won first place in the contest? The chairman was away at the time. Now that he's back, he's been asking everyone where to find you.

Snow heard the chairman was looking for you and got it into her head that she'd collect your grand prize for you. Next thing I knew, she was charging straight into the nobles' lounge, all fired up.

And I was sent straight back out! He treated me like some servant he could summon and dismiss as he pleased. Hmph! The nerve!!

Hey! What's so funny? You got thrown out too, remember?

The chairman barely even looked at Snow before sending us both away.

Your great Demon King has suffered a terrible injustice! As my loyal little servants, shouldn't you be defending my honour? That man kept grilling me for ages. I was so worried I'd say the wrong thing and get you into trouble.

Hngh... So this is what my Little Minion has to put up with every day. Dealing with people like that must be awful...

Tri... what? What's that supposed to mean?

It means you'll become a greater, bigger, stronger Demon King.

Getting picked on makes you taller? You're trying to trick me again! Lunarians don't grow!

Strength comes in many forms. Resilience is one of them. One day, Lunarians, Charons, Solarians, everyone, will gather around you and cry, "Your Majesty!"

...Is that true? If I become stronger, will everyone really follow me? Hehe... That does sound rather nice. In that case, I'll keep playing your little servant a while longer!

You've been working hard lately, Snow. You did great today too. Even as a temporary servant, you're already showing the rest of us how it's done.

Mhm! Even if I'm only your servant for this investigation, I'll be the greatest servant ever! A Demon King excels at everything!

Alright, Snow, you can boast later. Vita, you should probably head over to the Steamwhistle Salon. Better not keep Mr Seaton waiting. Snow and I will ask around and see what else we can find. We'll catch up with you later.

Got it.

Sorry to keep you waiting. I got held up at the printing house and came back later than expected.

I should have been here to welcome you today and give you the good news in person... though I imagine you've already heard. Your photograph won first place in the contest.

To be honest, the contest was mostly a way for us to see whether you were genuinely interested in joining the Salon, whether you had the right spirit for it. The photograph itself was never the deciding factor. You would have passed the membership trial either way.

That said, you exceeded our expectations. You're not only a refined and spirited lady, but a remarkably talented one as well. That single photograph tells a story, and captures such a vivid sense of movement... impressive.

So, I, Seaton Brutus, Chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, formally invite you to join us. As one of our members, you would become a follower of Stationmaster Eisenbahn, standing together with the people of Bloomfield Station as we support one another.

What do you say?

(This is getting ridiculous. I only took that photo to get the job done. How did he get all that from one picture?)

Ahem... the honour is mine.

Then welcome to the Steamwhistle Salon. Let us work together in pursuit of our ideals.

Ah, yes, your attendants are not with you today, are they? We prepared a small welcome gift for each of you, three in total. Since they are absent, would you kindly accept theirs on their behalf?

Thank you.

Think nothing of it. You've earned it.

There is one more thing I'd like to ask. Would you have time to check how the preparations for the celebration are coming along?

Ah, of course, you have only just joined the Salon, so you may not know the details yet. It's quite simple: we're holding a celebration in honour of Stationmaster Eisenbahn.

You must have noticed how lively Bloomfield Station has been lately. I am sure you have also heard the reason by now: the tenth anniversary of Stationmaster Eisenbahn's appointment is just around the corner.

It marks the rebirth of Bloomfield Station, and, as it happens, it falls on Stationmaster Eisenbahn's birthday as well. The Steamwhistle Salon has organised a celebration, and everyone at the station is invited to take part.

Which brings me to my request.

Everyone else is tied up with the lead-up events at the moment. As for me, I still have to meet the manager at the printing house... so I am afraid my hands are full as well.

You remember that photograph of yours, the one that won first prize? We are using it as the main image on the celebration posters. Soon, everyone in Bloomfield Station will see your work.

I would like you to check on the preparations for the lead-up events on my behalf.

I would appreciate that. My apologies, you have only just joined, and I am already putting you to work.

I would like you to check how the preparations for the lead-up events are coming along.

Mainly a quiz, a themed raffle, and a stage play. The first two have been under way for some time. The play should still be in rehearsal.

Quite a few of our Salon members have seen more operas than they can count, and now they fancy themselves performers. Of course, once rehearsals began, most of them could barely get through a single line. I had to bring in professional performers from a theatre troupe to coach them.

The quiz and raffle are being handled by the same event staff member. You'll find him in the concourse. The play rehearsals should be somewhere near the overpass.

Since we still have a little time, why don't we talk? As chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, I ought to get to know our members.

No need to be nervous. Just a casual chat.

(With all the time he spent talking to me, he probably could've inspected the lead-up events himself.)

I should go and meet the manager at the printing house... I'll leave the rest to you.

Oh, and take this. You're new here, so some people may not know you yet. Show them this, and you should be able to get in without anyone stopping you.

Good luck. I look forward to hearing how it goes.

(I wonder how Outsider and Snow are getting on. I'd better compare notes with them.)

Took you long enough. Snow and I asked around while you were busy. Turns out the station's been unusually lively lately. They're running some... odd little events.

That's right! Someone even tried to give me a leaflet!

A quiz and a raffle? Yeah, we saw those too. Crowds were heading that way.

Some people even brought their whole families. Apparently, you get free goodies just for taking part.

Free goodies? Then what are we waiting for?!

Hey. We're here to check on the lead-up events, remember? Don't get distracted.

Hello. Are you here for the Stationmaster Eisenbahn quiz, or the raffle?

Then what are you doing here? You're not one of those Stationmaster Eisenbahn haters here to cause trouble, are you? We don't have time for that right now. We're all busy with the celebration.

Then join the queue at the back. Should only be another two or three hours before your turn.

Right... Actually, Mr Seaton asked me to check on the preparations. He gave me this.

Oh! Mr Seaton sent you? Haven't seen you around before. New member?

Yeah. I just joined today.

Is that so...? Then Mr Seaton must think highly of you. Newcomers don't usually get important errands like this.

(...What's so important about this? Isn't this just one of the lead-up events?)

Well, if Mr Seaton trusts you, that's good enough for me. As for the events, everything's running smoothly. The quiz is doing a fine job of spreading the word already.

Just as expected, it's drawn in plenty of people with time to spare. Exactly the sort who'll spread it around fast. Everything's going according to Mr Seaton's plan.

Before long, all of Bloomfield Station will be talking about how Stationmaster Eisenbahn worked late into the night to receive those visiting foreign merchants... And your photograph has helped more than you might think.

You know about that? Well, I guess news travels fast.

Of course. I didn't recognise your face, but once you said you were the new member who'd won the chairman's trust, it all clicked.

That photograph was fantastic! Keep it up. Take a few more when you get the chance.

Um... about those goodies...

Oh, you're after those too? Sure. Here, take the whole crate. Just remember to put in a good word for me with Mr Seaton. Tell him I've been working hard. Once this is all over, I ought to be getting a bigger cut!

How'd you manage to walk away with this much? That's a whole crate.

So this is what connections can do? Amazing! The power of influence! We didn't even do anything. My Little Minion only talked to him for a moment, and he gave us the whole crate. Little Minion, you're incredible!

When we get back, I'm asking Camilla to cook them every way she can. I'm going to enjoy every single one!

I bet you'll be excited for about two minutes, then get bored and start asking for something else.

Right, before Snow completely derails us, there was another event, wasn't there? Some kind of stage rehearsal?

They said it was near the overpass.

Then we'd better get moving before rehearsals are over.

I heard what the guy running the quiz and raffle said, too. We should get over there before they realise someone's poking around. No point giving them time to cover their tracks.

Vita! There you are.

The chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon is back. He's been asking to see you...

Haha, funny you should ask. This actually has something to do with you. Remember that photo of yours that won first place in the contest? The chairman was away at the time. Now that he's back, he's been asking everyone where to find you.

Snow heard the chairman was looking for you and got it into her head that she'd collect your grand prize for you. Next thing I knew, she was charging straight into the nobles' lounge, all fired up.

And I was sent straight back out! He treated me like some servant he could summon and dismiss as he pleased. Hmph! The nerve!!

Hey! What's so funny? You got thrown out too, remember?

The chairman barely even looked at Snow before sending us both away.

Your great Demon King has suffered a terrible injustice! As my loyal little servants, shouldn't you be defending my honour? That man kept grilling me for ages. I was so worried I'd say the wrong thing and get you into trouble.

Hngh... So this is what my Little Minion has to put up with every day. Dealing with people like that must be awful...

Tri... what? What's that supposed to mean?

It means you'll become a greater, bigger, stronger Demon King.

Getting picked on makes you taller? You're trying to trick me again! Lunarians don't grow!

Strength comes in many forms. Resilience is one of them. One day, Lunarians, Charons, Solarians, everyone, will gather around you and cry, "Your Majesty!"

...Is that true? If I become stronger, will everyone really follow me? Hehe... That does sound rather nice. In that case, I'll keep playing your little servant a while longer!

You've been working hard lately, Snow. You did great today too. Even as a temporary servant, you're already showing the rest of us how it's done.

Mhm! Even if I'm only your servant for this investigation, I'll be the greatest servant ever! A Demon King excels at everything!

Alright, Snow, you can boast later. Vita, you should probably head over to the Steamwhistle Salon. Better not keep Mr Seaton waiting. Snow and I will ask around and see what else we can find. We'll catch up with you later.

Got it.

Sorry to keep you waiting. I got held up at the printing house and came back later than expected.

I should have been here to welcome you today and give you the good news in person... though I imagine you've already heard. Your photograph won first place in the contest.

To be honest, the contest was mostly a way for us to see whether you were genuinely interested in joining the Salon, whether you had the right spirit for it. The photograph itself was never the deciding factor. You would have passed the membership trial either way.

That said, you exceeded our expectations. You're not only a refined and spirited lady, but a remarkably talented one as well. That single photograph tells a story, and captures such a vivid sense of movement... impressive.

So, I, Seaton Brutus, Chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, formally invite you to join us. As one of our members, you would become a follower of Stationmaster Eisenbahn, standing together with the people of Bloomfield Station as we support one another.

What do you say?

(This is getting ridiculous. I only took that photo to get the job done. How did he get all that from one picture?)

Ahem... the honour is mine.

Then welcome to the Steamwhistle Salon. Let us work together in pursuit of our ideals.

Ah, yes, your attendants are not with you today, are they? We prepared a small welcome gift for each of you, three in total. Since they are absent, would you kindly accept theirs on their behalf?

Thank you.

Think nothing of it. You've earned it.

There is one more thing I'd like to ask. Would you have time to check how the preparations for the celebration are coming along?

Ah, of course, you have only just joined the Salon, so you may not know the details yet. It's quite simple: we're holding a celebration in honour of Stationmaster Eisenbahn.

You must have noticed how lively Bloomfield Station has been lately. I am sure you have also heard the reason by now: the tenth anniversary of Stationmaster Eisenbahn's appointment is just around the corner.

It marks the rebirth of Bloomfield Station, and, as it happens, it falls on Stationmaster Eisenbahn's birthday as well. The Steamwhistle Salon has organised a celebration, and everyone at the station is invited to take part.

Which brings me to my request.

Everyone else is tied up with the lead-up events at the moment. As for me, I still have to meet the manager at the printing house... so I am afraid my hands are full as well.

You remember that photograph of yours, the one that won first prize? We are using it as the main image on the celebration posters. Soon, everyone in Bloomfield Station will see your work.

I would like you to check on the preparations for the lead-up events on my behalf.

I would appreciate that. My apologies, you have only just joined, and I am already putting you to work.

I would like you to check how the preparations for the lead-up events are coming along.

Mainly a quiz, a themed raffle, and a stage play. The first two have been under way for some time. The play should still be in rehearsal.

Quite a few of our Salon members have seen more operas than they can count, and now they fancy themselves performers. Of course, once rehearsals began, most of them could barely get through a single line. I had to bring in professional performers from a theatre troupe to coach them.

The quiz and raffle are being handled by the same event staff member. You'll find him in the concourse. The play rehearsals should be somewhere near the overpass.

Since we still have a little time, why don't we talk? As chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, I ought to get to know our members.

No need to be nervous. Just a casual chat.

(With all the time he spent talking to me, he probably could've inspected the lead-up events himself.)

I should go and meet the manager at the printing house... I'll leave the rest to you.

Oh, and take this. You're new here, so some people may not know you yet. Show them this, and you should be able to get in without anyone stopping you.

Good luck. I look forward to hearing how it goes.

(I wonder how Outsider and Snow are getting on. I'd better compare notes with them.)

Took you long enough. Snow and I asked around while you were busy. Turns out the station's been unusually lively lately. They're running some... odd little events.

That's right! Someone even tried to give me a leaflet!

A quiz and a raffle? Yeah, we saw those too. Crowds were heading that way.

Some people even brought their whole families. Apparently, you get free goodies just for taking part.

Free goodies? Then what are we waiting for?!

Hey. We're here to check on the lead-up events, remember? Don't get distracted.

Hello. Are you here for the Stationmaster Eisenbahn quiz, or the raffle?

Then what are you doing here? You're not one of those Stationmaster Eisenbahn haters here to cause trouble, are you? We don't have time for that right now. We're all busy with the celebration.

Then join the queue at the back. Should only be another two or three hours before your turn.

Right... Actually, Mr Seaton asked me to check on the preparations. He gave me this.

Oh! Mr Seaton sent you? Haven't seen you around before. New member?

Yeah. I just joined today.

Is that so...? Then Mr Seaton must think highly of you. Newcomers don't usually get important errands like this.

(...What's so important about this? Isn't this just one of the lead-up events?)

Well, if Mr Seaton trusts you, that's good enough for me. As for the events, everything's running smoothly. The quiz is doing a fine job of spreading the word already.

Just as expected, it's drawn in plenty of people with time to spare. Exactly the sort who'll spread it around fast. Everything's going according to Mr Seaton's plan.

Before long, all of Bloomfield Station will be talking about how Stationmaster Eisenbahn worked late into the night to receive those visiting foreign merchants... And your photograph has helped more than you might think.

You know about that? Well, I guess news travels fast.

Of course. I didn't recognise your face, but once you said you were the new member who'd won the chairman's trust, it all clicked.

That photograph was fantastic! Keep it up. Take a few more when you get the chance.

Um... about those goodies...

Oh, you're after those too? Sure. Here, take the whole crate. Just remember to put in a good word for me with Mr Seaton. Tell him I've been working hard. Once this is all over, I ought to be getting a bigger cut!

How'd you manage to walk away with this much? That's a whole crate.

So this is what connections can do? Amazing! The power of influence! We didn't even do anything. My Little Minion only talked to him for a moment, and he gave us the whole crate. Little Minion, you're incredible!

When we get back, I'm asking Camilla to cook them every way she can. I'm going to enjoy every single one!

I bet you'll be excited for about two minutes, then get bored and start asking for something else.

Right, before Snow completely derails us, there was another event, wasn't there? Some kind of stage rehearsal?

They said it was near the overpass.

Then we'd better get moving before rehearsals are over.

I heard what the guy running the quiz and raffle said, too. We should get over there before they realise someone's poking around. No point giving them time to cover their tracks.

Vita! There you are.

The chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon is back. He's been asking to see you...

Haha, funny you should ask. This actually has something to do with you. Remember that photo of yours that won first place in the contest? The chairman was away at the time. Now that he's back, he's been asking everyone where to find you.

Snow heard the chairman was looking for you and got it into her head that she'd collect your grand prize for you. Next thing I knew, she was charging straight into the nobles' lounge, all fired up.

And I was sent straight back out! He treated me like some servant he could summon and dismiss as he pleased. Hmph! The nerve!!

Hey! What's so funny? You got thrown out too, remember?

The chairman barely even looked at Snow before sending us both away.

Your great Demon King has suffered a terrible injustice! As my loyal little servants, shouldn't you be defending my honour? That man kept grilling me for ages. I was so worried I'd say the wrong thing and get you into trouble.

Hngh... So this is what my Little Minion has to put up with every day. Dealing with people like that must be awful...

Tri... what? What's that supposed to mean?

It means you'll become a greater, bigger, stronger Demon King.

Getting picked on makes you taller? You're trying to trick me again! Lunarians don't grow!

Strength comes in many forms. Resilience is one of them. One day, Lunarians, Charons, Solarians, everyone, will gather around you and cry, "Your Majesty!"

...Is that true? If I become stronger, will everyone really follow me? Hehe... That does sound rather nice. In that case, I'll keep playing your little servant a while longer!

You've been working hard lately, Snow. You did great today too. Even as a temporary servant, you're already showing the rest of us how it's done.

Mhm! Even if I'm only your servant for this investigation, I'll be the greatest servant ever! A Demon King excels at everything!

Alright, Snow, you can boast later. Vita, you should probably head over to the Steamwhistle Salon. Better not keep Mr Seaton waiting. Snow and I will ask around and see what else we can find. We'll catch up with you later.

Got it.

Sorry to keep you waiting. I got held up at the printing house and came back later than expected.

I should have been here to welcome you today and give you the good news in person... though I imagine you've already heard. Your photograph won first place in the contest.

To be honest, the contest was mostly a way for us to see whether you were genuinely interested in joining the Salon, whether you had the right spirit for it. The photograph itself was never the deciding factor. You would have passed the membership trial either way.

That said, you exceeded our expectations. You're not only a refined and spirited lady, but a remarkably talented one as well. That single photograph tells a story, and captures such a vivid sense of movement... impressive.

So, I, Seaton Brutus, Chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, formally invite you to join us. As one of our members, you would become a follower of Stationmaster Eisenbahn, standing together with the people of Bloomfield Station as we support one another.

What do you say?

(This is getting ridiculous. I only took that photo to get the job done. How did he get all that from one picture?)

Ahem... the honour is mine.

Then welcome to the Steamwhistle Salon. Let us work together in pursuit of our ideals.

Ah, yes, your attendants are not with you today, are they? We prepared a small welcome gift for each of you, three in total. Since they are absent, would you kindly accept theirs on their behalf?

Thank you.

Think nothing of it. You've earned it.

There is one more thing I'd like to ask. Would you have time to check how the preparations for the celebration are coming along?

Ah, of course, you have only just joined the Salon, so you may not know the details yet. It's quite simple: we're holding a celebration in honour of Stationmaster Eisenbahn.

You must have noticed how lively Bloomfield Station has been lately. I am sure you have also heard the reason by now: the tenth anniversary of Stationmaster Eisenbahn's appointment is just around the corner.

It marks the rebirth of Bloomfield Station, and, as it happens, it falls on Stationmaster Eisenbahn's birthday as well. The Steamwhistle Salon has organised a celebration, and everyone at the station is invited to take part.

Which brings me to my request.

Everyone else is tied up with the lead-up events at the moment. As for me, I still have to meet the manager at the printing house... so I am afraid my hands are full as well.

You remember that photograph of yours, the one that won first prize? We are using it as the main image on the celebration posters. Soon, everyone in Bloomfield Station will see your work.

I would like you to check on the preparations for the lead-up events on my behalf.

I would appreciate that. My apologies, you have only just joined, and I am already putting you to work.

I would like you to check how the preparations for the lead-up events are coming along.

Mainly a quiz, a themed raffle, and a stage play. The first two have been under way for some time. The play should still be in rehearsal.

Quite a few of our Salon members have seen more operas than they can count, and now they fancy themselves performers. Of course, once rehearsals began, most of them could barely get through a single line. I had to bring in professional performers from a theatre troupe to coach them.

The quiz and raffle are being handled by the same event staff member. You'll find him in the concourse. The play rehearsals should be somewhere near the overpass.

Since we still have a little time, why don't we talk? As chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, I ought to get to know our members.

No need to be nervous. Just a casual chat.

(With all the time he spent talking to me, he probably could've inspected the lead-up events himself.)

I should go and meet the manager at the printing house... I'll leave the rest to you.

Oh, and take this. You're new here, so some people may not know you yet. Show them this, and you should be able to get in without anyone stopping you.

Good luck. I look forward to hearing how it goes.

(I wonder how Outsider and Snow are getting on. I'd better compare notes with them.)

Took you long enough. Snow and I asked around while you were busy. Turns out the station's been unusually lively lately. They're running some... odd little events.

That's right! Someone even tried to give me a leaflet!

A quiz and a raffle? Yeah, we saw those too. Crowds were heading that way.

Some people even brought their whole families. Apparently, you get free goodies just for taking part.

Free goodies? Then what are we waiting for?!

Hey. We're here to check on the lead-up events, remember? Don't get distracted.

Hello. Are you here for the Stationmaster Eisenbahn quiz, or the raffle?

Then what are you doing here? You're not one of those Stationmaster Eisenbahn haters here to cause trouble, are you? We don't have time for that right now. We're all busy with the celebration.

Then join the queue at the back. Should only be another two or three hours before your turn.

Right... Actually, Mr Seaton asked me to check on the preparations. He gave me this.

Oh! Mr Seaton sent you? Haven't seen you around before. New member?

Yeah. I just joined today.

Is that so...? Then Mr Seaton must think highly of you. Newcomers don't usually get important errands like this.

(...What's so important about this? Isn't this just one of the lead-up events?)

Well, if Mr Seaton trusts you, that's good enough for me. As for the events, everything's running smoothly. The quiz is doing a fine job of spreading the word already.

Just as expected, it's drawn in plenty of people with time to spare. Exactly the sort who'll spread it around fast. Everything's going according to Mr Seaton's plan.

Before long, all of Bloomfield Station will be talking about how Stationmaster Eisenbahn worked late into the night to receive those visiting foreign merchants... And your photograph has helped more than you might think.

You know about that? Well, I guess news travels fast.

Of course. I didn't recognise your face, but once you said you were the new member who'd won the chairman's trust, it all clicked.

That photograph was fantastic! Keep it up. Take a few more when you get the chance.

Um... about those goodies...

Oh, you're after those too? Sure. Here, take the whole crate. Just remember to put in a good word for me with Mr Seaton. Tell him I've been working hard. Once this is all over, I ought to be getting a bigger cut!

How'd you manage to walk away with this much? That's a whole crate.

So this is what connections can do? Amazing! The power of influence! We didn't even do anything. My Little Minion only talked to him for a moment, and he gave us the whole crate. Little Minion, you're incredible!

When we get back, I'm asking Camilla to cook them every way she can. I'm going to enjoy every single one!

I bet you'll be excited for about two minutes, then get bored and start asking for something else.

Right, before Snow completely derails us, there was another event, wasn't there? Some kind of stage rehearsal?

They said it was near the overpass.

Then we'd better get moving before rehearsals are over.

I heard what the guy running the quiz and raffle said, too. We should get over there before they realise someone's poking around. No point giving them time to cover their tracks.

Vita! There you are.

The chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon is back. He's been asking to see you...

Haha, funny you should ask. This actually has something to do with you. Remember that photo of yours that won first place in the contest? The chairman was away at the time. Now that he's back, he's been asking everyone where to find you.

Snow heard the chairman was looking for you and got it into her head that she'd collect your grand prize for you. Next thing I knew, she was charging straight into the nobles' lounge, all fired up.

And I was sent straight back out! He treated me like some servant he could summon and dismiss as he pleased. Hmph! The nerve!!

Hey! What's so funny? You got thrown out too, remember?

The chairman barely even looked at Snow before sending us both away.

Your great Demon King has suffered a terrible injustice! As my loyal little servants, shouldn't you be defending my honour? That man kept grilling me for ages. I was so worried I'd say the wrong thing and get you into trouble.

Hngh... So this is what my Little Minion has to put up with every day. Dealing with people like that must be awful...

Tri... what? What's that supposed to mean?

It means you'll become a greater, bigger, stronger Demon King.

Getting picked on makes you taller? You're trying to trick me again! Lunarians don't grow!

Strength comes in many forms. Resilience is one of them. One day, Lunarians, Charons, Solarians, everyone, will gather around you and cry, "Your Majesty!"

...Is that true? If I become stronger, will everyone really follow me? Hehe... That does sound rather nice. In that case, I'll keep playing your little servant a while longer!

You've been working hard lately, Snow. You did great today too. Even as a temporary servant, you're already showing the rest of us how it's done.

Mhm! Even if I'm only your servant for this investigation, I'll be the greatest servant ever! A Demon King excels at everything!

Alright, Snow, you can boast later. Vita, you should probably head over to the Steamwhistle Salon. Better not keep Mr Seaton waiting. Snow and I will ask around and see what else we can find. We'll catch up with you later.

Got it.

Sorry to keep you waiting. I got held up at the printing house and came back later than expected.

I should have been here to welcome you today and give you the good news in person... though I imagine you've already heard. Your photograph won first place in the contest.

To be honest, the contest was mostly a way for us to see whether you were genuinely interested in joining the Salon, whether you had the right spirit for it. The photograph itself was never the deciding factor. You would have passed the membership trial either way.

That said, you exceeded our expectations. You're not only a refined and spirited lady, but a remarkably talented one as well. That single photograph tells a story, and captures such a vivid sense of movement... impressive.

So, I, Seaton Brutus, Chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, formally invite you to join us. As one of our members, you would become a follower of Stationmaster Eisenbahn, standing together with the people of Bloomfield Station as we support one another.

What do you say?

(This is getting ridiculous. I only took that photo to get the job done. How did he get all that from one picture?)

Ahem... the honour is mine.

Then welcome to the Steamwhistle Salon. Let us work together in pursuit of our ideals.

Ah, yes, your attendants are not with you today, are they? We prepared a small welcome gift for each of you, three in total. Since they are absent, would you kindly accept theirs on their behalf?

Thank you.

Think nothing of it. You've earned it.

There is one more thing I'd like to ask. Would you have time to check how the preparations for the celebration are coming along?

Ah, of course, you have only just joined the Salon, so you may not know the details yet. It's quite simple: we're holding a celebration in honour of Stationmaster Eisenbahn.

You must have noticed how lively Bloomfield Station has been lately. I am sure you have also heard the reason by now: the tenth anniversary of Stationmaster Eisenbahn's appointment is just around the corner.

It marks the rebirth of Bloomfield Station, and, as it happens, it falls on Stationmaster Eisenbahn's birthday as well. The Steamwhistle Salon has organised a celebration, and everyone at the station is invited to take part.

Which brings me to my request.

Everyone else is tied up with the lead-up events at the moment. As for me, I still have to meet the manager at the printing house... so I am afraid my hands are full as well.

You remember that photograph of yours, the one that won first prize? We are using it as the main image on the celebration posters. Soon, everyone in Bloomfield Station will see your work.

I would like you to check on the preparations for the lead-up events on my behalf.

I would appreciate that. My apologies, you have only just joined, and I am already putting you to work.

I would like you to check how the preparations for the lead-up events are coming along.

Mainly a quiz, a themed raffle, and a stage play. The first two have been under way for some time. The play should still be in rehearsal.

Quite a few of our Salon members have seen more operas than they can count, and now they fancy themselves performers. Of course, once rehearsals began, most of them could barely get through a single line. I had to bring in professional performers from a theatre troupe to coach them.

The quiz and raffle are being handled by the same event staff member. You'll find him in the concourse. The play rehearsals should be somewhere near the overpass.

Since we still have a little time, why don't we talk? As chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, I ought to get to know our members.

No need to be nervous. Just a casual chat.

(With all the time he spent talking to me, he probably could've inspected the lead-up events himself.)

I should go and meet the manager at the printing house... I'll leave the rest to you.

Oh, and take this. You're new here, so some people may not know you yet. Show them this, and you should be able to get in without anyone stopping you.

Good luck. I look forward to hearing how it goes.

(I wonder how Outsider and Snow are getting on. I'd better compare notes with them.)

Took you long enough. Snow and I asked around while you were busy. Turns out the station's been unusually lively lately. They're running some... odd little events.

That's right! Someone even tried to give me a leaflet!

A quiz and a raffle? Yeah, we saw those too. Crowds were heading that way.

Some people even brought their whole families. Apparently, you get free goodies just for taking part.

Free goodies? Then what are we waiting for?!

Hey. We're here to check on the lead-up events, remember? Don't get distracted.

Hello. Are you here for the Stationmaster Eisenbahn quiz, or the raffle?

Then what are you doing here? You're not one of those Stationmaster Eisenbahn haters here to cause trouble, are you? We don't have time for that right now. We're all busy with the celebration.

Then join the queue at the back. Should only be another two or three hours before your turn.

Right... Actually, Mr Seaton asked me to check on the preparations. He gave me this.

Oh! Mr Seaton sent you? Haven't seen you around before. New member?

Yeah. I just joined today.

Is that so...? Then Mr Seaton must think highly of you. Newcomers don't usually get important errands like this.

(...What's so important about this? Isn't this just one of the lead-up events?)

Well, if Mr Seaton trusts you, that's good enough for me. As for the events, everything's running smoothly. The quiz is doing a fine job of spreading the word already.

Just as expected, it's drawn in plenty of people with time to spare. Exactly the sort who'll spread it around fast. Everything's going according to Mr Seaton's plan.

Before long, all of Bloomfield Station will be talking about how Stationmaster Eisenbahn worked late into the night to receive those visiting foreign merchants... And your photograph has helped more than you might think.

You know about that? Well, I guess news travels fast.

Of course. I didn't recognise your face, but once you said you were the new member who'd won the chairman's trust, it all clicked.

That photograph was fantastic! Keep it up. Take a few more when you get the chance.

Um... about those goodies...

Oh, you're after those too? Sure. Here, take the whole crate. Just remember to put in a good word for me with Mr Seaton. Tell him I've been working hard. Once this is all over, I ought to be getting a bigger cut!

How'd you manage to walk away with this much? That's a whole crate.

So this is what connections can do? Amazing! The power of influence! We didn't even do anything. My Little Minion only talked to him for a moment, and he gave us the whole crate. Little Minion, you're incredible!

When we get back, I'm asking Camilla to cook them every way she can. I'm going to enjoy every single one!

I bet you'll be excited for about two minutes, then get bored and start asking for something else.

Right, before Snow completely derails us, there was another event, wasn't there? Some kind of stage rehearsal?

They said it was near the overpass.

Then we'd better get moving before rehearsals are over.

I heard what the guy running the quiz and raffle said, too. We should get over there before they realise someone's poking around. No point giving them time to cover their tracks.

Vita! There you are.

The chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon is back. He's been asking to see you...

Haha, funny you should ask. This actually has something to do with you. Remember that photo of yours that won first place in the contest? The chairman was away at the time. Now that he's back, he's been asking everyone where to find you.

Snow heard the chairman was looking for you and got it into her head that she'd collect your grand prize for you. Next thing I knew, she was charging straight into the nobles' lounge, all fired up.

And I was sent straight back out! He treated me like some servant he could summon and dismiss as he pleased. Hmph! The nerve!!

Hey! What's so funny? You got thrown out too, remember?

The chairman barely even looked at Snow before sending us both away.

Your great Demon King has suffered a terrible injustice! As my loyal little servants, shouldn't you be defending my honour? That man kept grilling me for ages. I was so worried I'd say the wrong thing and get you into trouble.

Hngh... So this is what my Little Minion has to put up with every day. Dealing with people like that must be awful...

Tri... what? What's that supposed to mean?

It means you'll become a greater, bigger, stronger Demon King.

Getting picked on makes you taller? You're trying to trick me again! Lunarians don't grow!

Strength comes in many forms. Resilience is one of them. One day, Lunarians, Charons, Solarians, everyone, will gather around you and cry, "Your Majesty!"

...Is that true? If I become stronger, will everyone really follow me? Hehe... That does sound rather nice. In that case, I'll keep playing your little servant a while longer!

You've been working hard lately, Snow. You did great today too. Even as a temporary servant, you're already showing the rest of us how it's done.

Mhm! Even if I'm only your servant for this investigation, I'll be the greatest servant ever! A Demon King excels at everything!

Alright, Snow, you can boast later. Vita, you should probably head over to the Steamwhistle Salon. Better not keep Mr Seaton waiting. Snow and I will ask around and see what else we can find. We'll catch up with you later.

Got it.

Sorry to keep you waiting. I got held up at the printing house and came back later than expected.

I should have been here to welcome you today and give you the good news in person... though I imagine you've already heard. Your photograph won first place in the contest.

To be honest, the contest was mostly a way for us to see whether you were genuinely interested in joining the Salon, whether you had the right spirit for it. The photograph itself was never the deciding factor. You would have passed the membership trial either way.

That said, you exceeded our expectations. You're not only a refined and spirited lady, but a remarkably talented one as well. That single photograph tells a story, and captures such a vivid sense of movement... impressive.

So, I, Seaton Brutus, Chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, formally invite you to join us. As one of our members, you would become a follower of Stationmaster Eisenbahn, standing together with the people of Bloomfield Station as we support one another.

What do you say?

(This is getting ridiculous. I only took that photo to get the job done. How did he get all that from one picture?)

Ahem... the honour is mine.

Then welcome to the Steamwhistle Salon. Let us work together in pursuit of our ideals.

Ah, yes, your attendants are not with you today, are they? We prepared a small welcome gift for each of you, three in total. Since they are absent, would you kindly accept theirs on their behalf?

Thank you.

Think nothing of it. You've earned it.

There is one more thing I'd like to ask. Would you have time to check how the preparations for the celebration are coming along?

Ah, of course, you have only just joined the Salon, so you may not know the details yet. It's quite simple: we're holding a celebration in honour of Stationmaster Eisenbahn.

You must have noticed how lively Bloomfield Station has been lately. I am sure you have also heard the reason by now: the tenth anniversary of Stationmaster Eisenbahn's appointment is just around the corner.

It marks the rebirth of Bloomfield Station, and, as it happens, it falls on Stationmaster Eisenbahn's birthday as well. The Steamwhistle Salon has organised a celebration, and everyone at the station is invited to take part.

Which brings me to my request.

Everyone else is tied up with the lead-up events at the moment. As for me, I still have to meet the manager at the printing house... so I am afraid my hands are full as well.

You remember that photograph of yours, the one that won first prize? We are using it as the main image on the celebration posters. Soon, everyone in Bloomfield Station will see your work.

I would like you to check on the preparations for the lead-up events on my behalf.

I would appreciate that. My apologies, you have only just joined, and I am already putting you to work.

I would like you to check how the preparations for the lead-up events are coming along.

Mainly a quiz, a themed raffle, and a stage play. The first two have been under way for some time. The play should still be in rehearsal.

Quite a few of our Salon members have seen more operas than they can count, and now they fancy themselves performers. Of course, once rehearsals began, most of them could barely get through a single line. I had to bring in professional performers from a theatre troupe to coach them.

The quiz and raffle are being handled by the same event staff member. You'll find him in the concourse. The play rehearsals should be somewhere near the overpass.

Since we still have a little time, why don't we talk? As chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon, I ought to get to know our members.

No need to be nervous. Just a casual chat.

(With all the time he spent talking to me, he probably could've inspected the lead-up events himself.)

I should go and meet the manager at the printing house... I'll leave the rest to you.

Oh, and take this. You're new here, so some people may not know you yet. Show them this, and you should be able to get in without anyone stopping you.

Good luck. I look forward to hearing how it goes.

(I wonder how Outsider and Snow are getting on. I'd better compare notes with them.)

Took you long enough. Snow and I asked around while you were busy. Turns out the station's been unusually lively lately. They're running some... odd little events.

That's right! Someone even tried to give me a leaflet!

A quiz and a raffle? Yeah, we saw those too. Crowds were heading that way.

Some people even brought their whole families. Apparently, you get free goodies just for taking part.

Free goodies? Then what are we waiting for?!

Hey. We're here to check on the lead-up events, remember? Don't get distracted.

Hello. Are you here for the Stationmaster Eisenbahn quiz, or the raffle?

Then what are you doing here? You're not one of those Stationmaster Eisenbahn haters here to cause trouble, are you? We don't have time for that right now. We're all busy with the celebration.

Then join the queue at the back. Should only be another two or three hours before your turn.

Right... Actually, Mr Seaton asked me to check on the preparations. He gave me this.

Oh! Mr Seaton sent you? Haven't seen you around before. New member?

Yeah. I just joined today.

Is that so...? Then Mr Seaton must think highly of you. Newcomers don't usually get important errands like this.

(...What's so important about this? Isn't this just one of the lead-up events?)

Well, if Mr Seaton trusts you, that's good enough for me. As for the events, everything's running smoothly. The quiz is doing a fine job of spreading the word already.

Just as expected, it's drawn in plenty of people with time to spare. Exactly the sort who'll spread it around fast. Everything's going according to Mr Seaton's plan.

Before long, all of Bloomfield Station will be talking about how Stationmaster Eisenbahn worked late into the night to receive those visiting foreign merchants... And your photograph has helped more than you might think.

You know about that? Well, I guess news travels fast.

Of course. I didn't recognise your face, but once you said you were the new member who'd won the chairman's trust, it all clicked.

That photograph was fantastic! Keep it up. Take a few more when you get the chance.

Um... about those goodies...

Oh, you're after those too? Sure. Here, take the whole crate. Just remember to put in a good word for me with Mr Seaton. Tell him I've been working hard. Once this is all over, I ought to be getting a bigger cut!

How'd you manage to walk away with this much? That's a whole crate.

So this is what connections can do? Amazing! The power of influence! We didn't even do anything. My Little Minion only talked to him for a moment, and he gave us the whole crate. Little Minion, you're incredible!

When we get back, I'm asking Camilla to cook them every way she can. I'm going to enjoy every single one!

I bet you'll be excited for about two minutes, then get bored and start asking for something else.

Right, before Snow completely derails us, there was another event, wasn't there? Some kind of stage rehearsal?

They said it was near the overpass.

Then we'd better get moving before rehearsals are over.

I heard what the guy running the quiz and raffle said, too. We should get over there before they realise someone's poking around. No point giving them time to cover their tracks.

Let's keep an ear out. If they're rehearsing, they won't exactly be quiet. Somewhere enclosed, with music coming from inside... that's probably what we're after.

Though the soundproofing around here is pretty good. Hard to tell much from outside. Listen carefully and make sure we don't go into the wrong room.

Ooh, I hear something up ahead! Let's go see!

Wait, Snow. That's definitely not...

So what if I like commoners' food? If you think it's that filthy, then don't kiss me!

I'm not saying you can't eat it. I'm just asking you to brush your teeth afterwards. I really can't...

...Who are you?

Sorry. Wrong place.

Why would a couple fight over something so silly...? Still, you should brush your teeth after eating, shouldn't you? Outsider, don't forget that! Especially if you ever want a girlfriend...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Leave my love life out of this.

Come on, let's keep looking. At least we've ruled this place out.

Hello? Anyone there? We're looking for the stage rehearsal. Is this the place?

Weird. I could've sworn the music was coming from here. Maybe they didn't hear me?

Then let's go take a look!

Hellooo~ Snow's here! And she brought Outsider and Vita with her~

So that's where the music was coming from. Guess this isn't the place either. Let's go. And Snow, don't touch it.

But it was just sitting there on the floor. Doesn't that mean nobody wants it anymore? Camilla said she wanted a new radio. If I bring this back, she'll be so happy... and she'll tell me I did a good job!

I'm sure The Asphodel can afford a new radio. Camilla just likes saving money where she can. Besides, it's not much of a gift if you're giving her something you found on the floor.

And for all we know, it could be a trap. A radio tucked behind a notice board is suspicious enough already.

Fine... But it looks so pretty... Can I buy one someday too?

That's up to Vita, not me. So, Vita, are you buying Snow a radio?

Little Minion... I knew you were the best!

B, But I don't have any money! Besides, Little Minion, you've still got all those cheques, haven't you? There's no way you've spent them all already.

You're the boss, and I'm your loyal little minion. Since when does a Demon King mooch off her own servants? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

Uh... That actually makes sense. Then I'll work hard, save up lots of money, and take care of my Little Minion!

Not this one either... Let's keep looking.

Sounds like we've found it, Vita. You take the lead. Snow and I will be right behind you, playing the loyal servants.

That's right! Little Minion, is this your first time having servants of your very own? Are you nervous? Would you like a few tips?

First, chin up, and make everyone look up to you...

So that's how you think you usually carry yourself? Sorry, Snow, but we're a bit too tall to play along. From up here, we can't even see your chin, just the horns.

...How rude! But we have something important to do here, so I'll let you off this time, Outsider!

Look at that. Snow's actually taking this seriously. Go on, Vita. If we're doing this, let's do it properly. Just don't give the game away in there.

Behold! An enemy has strayed into the eye of the raging storm. From far beyond the horizon, a song of triumph rings out. The steam whistle sings clear... and calls for...

A performance fit to shake the heavens!

Oh? Not bad. You've got some skill. Even so, I can't let you in.

Honestly, how do you fans always find out so quickly...? Here. A special autograph, just for you. Happy now? The troupe isn't seeing visitors today. We have something important to prepare.

...

...Why are you giving me this? You're not even a celebrity, Wait. Vita!? You're the Phoxhunter people have been talking about, aren't you?

"Never did I dream that the star I admired from afar would one day fall outside my window!" Oh dear, oh dear... I wasn't ready for this at all. Is my dress sitting properly? Do I look presentable?

I've always wanted to become a Phoxhunter myself. Unfortunately, I have no talent for combat. I doubt I could even beat a Rottbird. Thank you for giving me your autograph! I'll treasure it forever.

What a pleasant surprise... I never expected you to come all this way to watch our rehearsal.

There. Now please leave us alone.

Thank you... Though, what exactly does this say?

Arcia! Arcia Hall! If you don't even know who I am, why were you looking for me in the first place? ...Wait. Don't tell me you weren't here for me at all.

I'm here for work.

Oh dear... My apologies for being so rude earlier. Fans keep turning up here looking for me, and it's been disrupting rehearsals. I assumed you were one of them.

Ah... So you're not one of my admirers after all. Sorry. Fans keep turning up here looking for me, and it's been interrupting rehearsals. I thought you were here for the same reason.

Hello. I'm Arcia Hall, a performer with the Magic Flute Troupe. The Steamwhistle Salon has hired me as a drama consultant for the time being.

How can I help you? Hmm... If you're here to meet someone, you can wait nearby. Today's rehearsal is nearly over.

Could I take a look?

I'm afraid not. The chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon specifically instructed us to keep everything confidential until the performance. I have to follow those instructions. Otherwise, I might not get paid, and all my work would be for nothing.

I'm with the Steamwhistle Salon too. Mr Seaton asked me to check on the rehearsal's progress on his behalf. He's busy and can't come in person.

I'm sorry, but I still can't let you in. I've never seen you here before, so I can't simply take your word for it.

Oh, so you're the person in charge! I didn't expect you to be so young. Please, come with me.

Even Miss Arcia says it's fine. What are you still trying to stop? Could you, for once, stop making everything harder than it needs to be? Since when did you become a knight in shining armour?

I am worried about Miss Arcia. But I'm even more worried about everyone's safety. Do the props really have to be real guns?

I'll pay the carpenter extra. We can make the replicas look convincing enough... Will you please stop obsessing over the props?

Didn't Mr Seaton say the more realistic, the better? We've got the money. We can get whatever we need, real guns included. This isn't the time to show Miss Arcia what a gentleman you are!

We won't be pointing a gun at an empty seat that day. Stationmaster Eisenbahn himself will be sitting there. You're not seriously planning to follow Mr Seaton's instructions and, Actually... maybe we should call the whole thing off. We could all be dead on the spot if this goes wrong.

We've come this far, and now you want out? You think you can just walk away at this point? Don't be naive. Mr Seaton may not be as cold and calculating as Eisenbahn, but he's watching us too.

What's going on? What's gotten into you two today? You've been arguing nonstop. Still fighting over whether the prop should be a real gun? Break it up. Mr Seaton sent someone to inspect your rehearsal.

We're not arguing. Not at all. We're just getting into character. Ready for inspection at any time!

Ah, Eisenbahn, our hero! He walks with generosity at his side and shines with the radiance of justice! I know you have never approved of my ideals, but... I have long since come to understand you.

The storm will pass. Even the longest night must one day give way. And the railway shall stretch forth like golden threads spun from the sun itself, linking Icelake and Dismania.

And so I curse that storm, that howling, formless beast that holds all things back. Into these three bullets, I pour all my hatred.

And in the end... I shall become the sun that scatters it...

(...What is he even talking about? Did he get too deep into character? Why does this place have so many theatre nuts?)

Hmph. Not bad. Honestly, I think you'd make a better scene partner than Kieran.

Seriously...? Sorry about that. Theatre people can be like this. Once we get carried away, we start playing opposite whoever happens to be standing there. He was playing the former Stationmaster of Bloomfield Station, so I suppose he cast you as the current one for the scene.

Arcia, would you mind introducing us? You said this lady was sent by Mr Seaton to inspect our progress?

You're here earlier than I expected. Sorry for the spectacle. I'm Kieran, and the hot-headed one over there is Levi. Since you're with the Salon, I doubt we need much of an introduction.

Really? I don't think I've seen you before.

I only joined recently. Mr Seaton seems to think quite highly of me. That's how I ended up with this assignment.

Ah, I see... Then are you familiar with Mr Seaton's plan?

To be honest, this is the first I've heard of it. But considering how highly Mr Seaton seems to regard me, I'm sure he'll tell me soon enough.

I suppose he will... In that case, maybe you can settle something for us.

So you heard that. Alright, I'll be blunt: this play is packed with combat scenes, and Mr Seaton specifically instructed us to use real weapons, the more authentic, the better.

Real guns would certainly be more convincing than wooden props, but it's not as if we can just pull a few out of thin air. Mr Seaton told us to borrow some from the guards, but no one is willing. Honestly, I think we should give up and use fake ones.

...No. I'll speak with Mr Seaton again and see if he has another solution. As far as I'm concerned, fake weapons are out of the question. I'm sure Mr Seaton would never accept them either!

If it's guns you need... I may know a way to get hold of some through proper channels.

Since this performance is being staged in honour of Stationmaster Eisenbahn, perhaps the storehouse keeper would be willing to make an exception and lend you some items for the show.

That... might actually work. I know the storehouse keeper, Stiller. Buy him a few bottles, and he'll definitely be willing to help.

We've been stuck on this for days, and you solved it just like that. I don't know how we'll ever repay you.

You're here to inspect our progress, right? Then please, take a look at what we've put together.

Alright. Let's see it.

What is it that has stolen your souls? No, even if they had been torn from you, you should not be so easily devoured by fear. You fear snow burying the tracks. You fear wind overturning the carriages.

If such fears are enough to make you shrink from the stationmaster's burden, how do you find the courage to sit down to a meal? Do you not fear choking on your bread, or drowning in your soup?

(If those props were real weapons... one pull of the trigger, and whoever sat here would be dead.)

Even your entourage couldn't help applauding. What did you think? Did we do well?

That's wonderful! Hearing that from you makes all these days of preparation and rehearsal feel worthwhile. I'm sure they'll rise to the occasion and give Stationmaster Eisenbahn the finest performance they can.

Well, they're enthusiasts, not professional actors. Considering how little time they've had to rehearse, they've done remarkably well. I hope you won't judge them too harshly. Next time, I'm sure they'll be better.

I'll do everything I can to help them improve. I'm sure we'll meet Mr Seaton's expectations. After watching that performance, I think I finally understand why Levi is so determined to use authentic weapons instead of wooden prop guns.

"To a soldier, his weapon is life itself. It is proof of my loyalty to the stationmaster."

Did you write the script yourselves?

Not exactly. We only polished some of the dialogue. The outline came from your chairman.

That's right. Mr Seaton planned this production very carefully. He said he absolutely had to give Stationmaster Eisenbahn a...

A surprise. One Stationmaster Eisenbahn will never forget.

I see. I'll look forward to the performance. I should head back and report to Mr Seaton, then.

Back so soon? I thought you would take a little longer.

Hmm. Everyone is ready... Very good. I am ready as well.

The Steamwhistle Salon really is serious about this gift for the stationmaster, huh? Feels like everyone has put their heart into preparing it.

A celebration like this is exactly what everyone has been hoping for. Opportunities like this are rare. We cannot afford to waste one when it comes.

Thank you. The Steamwhistle Salon appreciates your efforts.

What was that?

He said... Um...

What's wrong, Snow? You're acting weird.

Button Mushroom probably got startled by what Seaton said. I heard it too. He said...

"To a soldier, his weapon is life itself. It is proof of my loyalty to the stationmaster."

"In return, please reward me... with your heart."

Let's keep an ear out. If they're rehearsing, they won't exactly be quiet. Somewhere enclosed, with music coming from inside... that's probably what we're after.

Though the soundproofing around here is pretty good. Hard to tell much from outside. Listen carefully and make sure we don't go into the wrong room.

Ooh, I hear something up ahead! Let's go see!

Wait, Snow. That's definitely not...

So what if I like commoners' food? If you think it's that filthy, then don't kiss me!

I'm not saying you can't eat it. I'm just asking you to brush your teeth afterwards. I really can't...

...Who are you?

Sorry. Wrong place.

Why would a couple fight over something so silly...? Still, you should brush your teeth after eating, shouldn't you? Outsider, don't forget that! Especially if you ever want a girlfriend...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Leave my love life out of this.

Come on, let's keep looking. At least we've ruled this place out.

Hello? Anyone there? We're looking for the stage rehearsal. Is this the place?

Weird. I could've sworn the music was coming from here. Maybe they didn't hear me?

Then let's go take a look!

Hellooo~ Snow's here! And she brought Outsider and Vita with her~

So that's where the music was coming from. Guess this isn't the place either. Let's go. And Snow, don't touch it.

But it was just sitting there on the floor. Doesn't that mean nobody wants it anymore? Camilla said she wanted a new radio. If I bring this back, she'll be so happy... and she'll tell me I did a good job!

I'm sure The Asphodel can afford a new radio. Camilla just likes saving money where she can. Besides, it's not much of a gift if you're giving her something you found on the floor.

And for all we know, it could be a trap. A radio tucked behind a notice board is suspicious enough already.

Fine... But it looks so pretty... Can I buy one someday too?

That's up to Vita, not me. So, Vita, are you buying Snow a radio?

Little Minion... I knew you were the best!

B, But I don't have any money! Besides, Little Minion, you've still got all those cheques, haven't you? There's no way you've spent them all already.

You're the boss, and I'm your loyal little minion. Since when does a Demon King mooch off her own servants? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

Uh... That actually makes sense. Then I'll work hard, save up lots of money, and take care of my Little Minion!

Not this one either... Let's keep looking.

Sounds like we've found it, Vita. You take the lead. Snow and I will be right behind you, playing the loyal servants.

That's right! Little Minion, is this your first time having servants of your very own? Are you nervous? Would you like a few tips?

First, chin up, and make everyone look up to you...

So that's how you think you usually carry yourself? Sorry, Snow, but we're a bit too tall to play along. From up here, we can't even see your chin, just the horns.

...How rude! But we have something important to do here, so I'll let you off this time, Outsider!

Look at that. Snow's actually taking this seriously. Go on, Vita. If we're doing this, let's do it properly. Just don't give the game away in there.

Behold! An enemy has strayed into the eye of the raging storm. From far beyond the horizon, a song of triumph rings out. The steam whistle sings clear... and calls for...

A performance fit to shake the heavens!

Oh? Not bad. You've got some skill. Even so, I can't let you in.

Honestly, how do you fans always find out so quickly...? Here. A special autograph, just for you. Happy now? The troupe isn't seeing visitors today. We have something important to prepare.

...

...Why are you giving me this? You're not even a celebrity, Wait. Vita!? You're the Phoxhunter people have been talking about, aren't you?

"Never did I dream that the star I admired from afar would one day fall outside my window!" Oh dear, oh dear... I wasn't ready for this at all. Is my dress sitting properly? Do I look presentable?

I've always wanted to become a Phoxhunter myself. Unfortunately, I have no talent for combat. I doubt I could even beat a Rottbird. Thank you for giving me your autograph! I'll treasure it forever.

What a pleasant surprise... I never expected you to come all this way to watch our rehearsal.

There. Now please leave us alone.

Thank you... Though, what exactly does this say?

Arcia! Arcia Hall! If you don't even know who I am, why were you looking for me in the first place? ...Wait. Don't tell me you weren't here for me at all.

I'm here for work.

Oh dear... My apologies for being so rude earlier. Fans keep turning up here looking for me, and it's been disrupting rehearsals. I assumed you were one of them.

Ah... So you're not one of my admirers after all. Sorry. Fans keep turning up here looking for me, and it's been interrupting rehearsals. I thought you were here for the same reason.

Hello. I'm Arcia Hall, a performer with the Magic Flute Troupe. The Steamwhistle Salon has hired me as a drama consultant for the time being.

How can I help you? Hmm... If you're here to meet someone, you can wait nearby. Today's rehearsal is nearly over.

Could I take a look?

I'm afraid not. The chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon specifically instructed us to keep everything confidential until the performance. I have to follow those instructions. Otherwise, I might not get paid, and all my work would be for nothing.

I'm with the Steamwhistle Salon too. Mr Seaton asked me to check on the rehearsal's progress on his behalf. He's busy and can't come in person.

I'm sorry, but I still can't let you in. I've never seen you here before, so I can't simply take your word for it.

Oh, so you're the person in charge! I didn't expect you to be so young. Please, come with me.

Even Miss Arcia says it's fine. What are you still trying to stop? Could you, for once, stop making everything harder than it needs to be? Since when did you become a knight in shining armour?

I am worried about Miss Arcia. But I'm even more worried about everyone's safety. Do the props really have to be real guns?

I'll pay the carpenter extra. We can make the replicas look convincing enough... Will you please stop obsessing over the props?

Didn't Mr Seaton say the more realistic, the better? We've got the money. We can get whatever we need, real guns included. This isn't the time to show Miss Arcia what a gentleman you are!

We won't be pointing a gun at an empty seat that day. Stationmaster Eisenbahn himself will be sitting there. You're not seriously planning to follow Mr Seaton's instructions and, Actually... maybe we should call the whole thing off. We could all be dead on the spot if this goes wrong.

We've come this far, and now you want out? You think you can just walk away at this point? Don't be naive. Mr Seaton may not be as cold and calculating as Eisenbahn, but he's watching us too.

What's going on? What's gotten into you two today? You've been arguing nonstop. Still fighting over whether the prop should be a real gun? Break it up. Mr Seaton sent someone to inspect your rehearsal.

We're not arguing. Not at all. We're just getting into character. Ready for inspection at any time!

Ah, Eisenbahn, our hero! He walks with generosity at his side and shines with the radiance of justice! I know you have never approved of my ideals, but... I have long since come to understand you.

The storm will pass. Even the longest night must one day give way. And the railway shall stretch forth like golden threads spun from the sun itself, linking Icelake and Dismania.

And so I curse that storm, that howling, formless beast that holds all things back. Into these three bullets, I pour all my hatred.

And in the end... I shall become the sun that scatters it...

(...What is he even talking about? Did he get too deep into character? Why does this place have so many theatre nuts?)

Hmph. Not bad. Honestly, I think you'd make a better scene partner than Kieran.

Seriously...? Sorry about that. Theatre people can be like this. Once we get carried away, we start playing opposite whoever happens to be standing there. He was playing the former Stationmaster of Bloomfield Station, so I suppose he cast you as the current one for the scene.

Arcia, would you mind introducing us? You said this lady was sent by Mr Seaton to inspect our progress?

You're here earlier than I expected. Sorry for the spectacle. I'm Kieran, and the hot-headed one over there is Levi. Since you're with the Salon, I doubt we need much of an introduction.

Really? I don't think I've seen you before.

I only joined recently. Mr Seaton seems to think quite highly of me. That's how I ended up with this assignment.

Ah, I see... Then are you familiar with Mr Seaton's plan?

To be honest, this is the first I've heard of it. But considering how highly Mr Seaton seems to regard me, I'm sure he'll tell me soon enough.

I suppose he will... In that case, maybe you can settle something for us.

So you heard that. Alright, I'll be blunt: this play is packed with combat scenes, and Mr Seaton specifically instructed us to use real weapons, the more authentic, the better.

Real guns would certainly be more convincing than wooden props, but it's not as if we can just pull a few out of thin air. Mr Seaton told us to borrow some from the guards, but no one is willing. Honestly, I think we should give up and use fake ones.

...No. I'll speak with Mr Seaton again and see if he has another solution. As far as I'm concerned, fake weapons are out of the question. I'm sure Mr Seaton would never accept them either!

If it's guns you need... I may know a way to get hold of some through proper channels.

Let's keep an ear out. If they're rehearsing, they won't exactly be quiet. Somewhere enclosed, with music coming from inside... that's probably what we're after.

Though the soundproofing around here is pretty good. Hard to tell much from outside. Listen carefully and make sure we don't go into the wrong room.

Ooh, I hear something up ahead! Let's go see!

Wait, Snow. That's definitely not...

So what if I like commoners' food? If you think it's that filthy, then don't kiss me!

I'm not saying you can't eat it. I'm just asking you to brush your teeth afterwards. I really can't...

...Who are you?

Sorry. Wrong place.

Why would a couple fight over something so silly...? Still, you should brush your teeth after eating, shouldn't you? Outsider, don't forget that! Especially if you ever want a girlfriend...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Leave my love life out of this.

Come on, let's keep looking. At least we've ruled this place out.

Hello? Anyone there? We're looking for the stage rehearsal. Is this the place?

Weird. I could've sworn the music was coming from here. Maybe they didn't hear me?

Then let's go take a look!

Hellooo~ Snow's here! And she brought Outsider and Vita with her~

So that's where the music was coming from. Guess this isn't the place either. Let's go. And Snow, don't touch it.

But it was just sitting there on the floor. Doesn't that mean nobody wants it anymore? Camilla said she wanted a new radio. If I bring this back, she'll be so happy... and she'll tell me I did a good job!

I'm sure The Asphodel can afford a new radio. Camilla just likes saving money where she can. Besides, it's not much of a gift if you're giving her something you found on the floor.

And for all we know, it could be a trap. A radio tucked behind a notice board is suspicious enough already.

Fine... But it looks so pretty... Can I buy one someday too?

That's up to Vita, not me. So, Vita, are you buying Snow a radio?

Little Minion... I knew you were the best!

B, But I don't have any money! Besides, Little Minion, you've still got all those cheques, haven't you? There's no way you've spent them all already.

You're the boss, and I'm your loyal little minion. Since when does a Demon King mooch off her own servants? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

Uh... That actually makes sense. Then I'll work hard, save up lots of money, and take care of my Little Minion!

Not this one either... Let's keep looking.

Sounds like we've found it, Vita. You take the lead. Snow and I will be right behind you, playing the loyal servants.

That's right! Little Minion, is this your first time having servants of your very own? Are you nervous? Would you like a few tips?

First, chin up, and make everyone look up to you...

So that's how you think you usually carry yourself? Sorry, Snow, but we're a bit too tall to play along. From up here, we can't even see your chin, just the horns.

...How rude! But we have something important to do here, so I'll let you off this time, Outsider!

Look at that. Snow's actually taking this seriously. Go on, Vita. If we're doing this, let's do it properly. Just don't give the game away in there.

Behold! An enemy has strayed into the eye of the raging storm. From far beyond the horizon, a song of triumph rings out. The steam whistle sings clear... and calls for...

A performance fit to shake the heavens!

Oh? Not bad. You've got some skill. Even so, I can't let you in.

Honestly, how do you fans always find out so quickly...? Here. A special autograph, just for you. Happy now? The troupe isn't seeing visitors today. We have something important to prepare.

...

...Why are you giving me this? You're not even a celebrity, Wait. Vita!? You're the Phoxhunter people have been talking about, aren't you?

"Never did I dream that the star I admired from afar would one day fall outside my window!" Oh dear, oh dear... I wasn't ready for this at all. Is my dress sitting properly? Do I look presentable?

I've always wanted to become a Phoxhunter myself. Unfortunately, I have no talent for combat. I doubt I could even beat a Rottbird. Thank you for giving me your autograph! I'll treasure it forever.

What a pleasant surprise... I never expected you to come all this way to watch our rehearsal.

There. Now please leave us alone.

Thank you... Though, what exactly does this say?

Arcia! Arcia Hall! If you don't even know who I am, why were you looking for me in the first place? ...Wait. Don't tell me you weren't here for me at all.

I'm here for work.

Oh dear... My apologies for being so rude earlier. Fans keep turning up here looking for me, and it's been disrupting rehearsals. I assumed you were one of them.

Ah... So you're not one of my admirers after all. Sorry. Fans keep turning up here looking for me, and it's been interrupting rehearsals. I thought you were here for the same reason.

Hello. I'm Arcia Hall, a performer with the Magic Flute Troupe. The Steamwhistle Salon has hired me as a drama consultant for the time being.

How can I help you? Hmm... If you're here to meet someone, you can wait nearby. Today's rehearsal is nearly over.

Could I take a look?

I'm afraid not. The chairman of the Steamwhistle Salon specifically instructed us to keep everything confidential until the performance. I have to follow those instructions. Otherwise, I might not get paid, and all my work would be for nothing.

I'm with the Steamwhistle Salon too. Mr Seaton asked me to check on the rehearsal's progress on his behalf. He's busy and can't come in person.

I'm sorry, but I still can't let you in. I've never seen you here before, so I can't simply take your word for it.

Oh, so you're the person in charge! I didn't expect you to be so young. Please, come with me.

Even Miss Arcia says it's fine. What are you still trying to stop? Could you, for once, stop making everything harder than it needs to be? Since when did you become a knight in shining armour?

I am worried about Miss Arcia. But I'm even more worried about everyone's safety. Do the props really have to be real guns?

I'll pay the carpenter extra. We can make the replicas look convincing enough... Will you please stop obsessing over the props?

Didn't Mr Seaton say the more realistic, the better? We've got the money. We can get whatever we need, real guns included. This isn't the time to show Miss Arcia what a gentleman you are!

We won't be pointing a gun at an empty seat that day. Stationmaster Eisenbahn himself will be sitting there. You're not seriously planning to follow Mr Seaton's instructions and, Actually... maybe we should call the whole thing off. We could all be dead on the spot if this goes wrong.

We've come this far, and now you want out? You think you can just walk away at this point? Don't be naive. Mr Seaton may not be as cold and calculating as Eisenbahn, but he's watching us too.

What's going on? What's gotten into you two today? You've been arguing nonstop. Still fighting over whether the prop should be a real gun? Break it up. Mr Seaton sent someone to inspect your rehearsal.

We're not arguing. Not at all. We're just getting into character. Ready for inspection at any time!

Ah, Eisenbahn, our hero! He walks with generosity at his side and shines with the radiance of justice! I know you have never approved of my ideals, but... I have long since come to understand you.

The storm will pass. Even the longest night must one day give way. And the railway shall stretch forth like golden threads spun from the sun itself, linking Icelake and Dismania.

And so I curse that storm, that howling, formless beast that holds all things back. Into these three bullets, I pour all my hatred.

And in the end... I shall become the sun that scatters it...

(...What is he even talking about? Did he get too deep into character? Why does this place have so many theatre nuts?)

Hmph. Not bad. Honestly, I think you'd make a better scene partner than Kieran.

Seriously...? Sorry about that. Theatre people can be like this. Once we get carried away, we start playing opposite whoever happens to be standing there. He was playing the former Stationmaster of Bloomfield Station, so I suppose he cast you as the current one for the scene.

Arcia, would you mind introducing us? You said this lady was sent by Mr Seaton to inspect our progress?

You're here earlier than I expected. Sorry for the spectacle. I'm Kieran, and the hot-headed one over there is Levi. Since you're with the Salon, I doubt we need much of an introduction.

Really? I don't think I've seen you before.

I only joined recently. Mr Seaton seems to think quite highly of me. That's how I ended up with this assignment.

Ah, I see... Then are you familiar with Mr Seaton's plan?

To be honest, this is the first I've heard of it. But considering how highly Mr Seaton seems to regard me, I'm sure he'll tell me soon enough.

I suppose he will... In that case, maybe you can settle something for us.

So you heard that. Alright, I'll be blunt: this play is packed with combat scenes, and Mr Seaton specifically instructed us to use real weapons, the more authentic, the better.

Real guns would certainly be more convincing than wooden props, but it's not as if we can just pull a few out of thin air. Mr Seaton told us to borrow some from the guards, but no one is willing. Honestly, I think we should give up and use fake ones.

...No. I'll speak with Mr Seaton again and see if he has another solution. As far as I'm concerned, fake weapons are out of the question. I'm sure Mr Seaton would never accept them either!

If it's guns you need... I may know a way to get hold of some through proper channels.