The drive back to the Femboy Adventuring Guild was the most surreal experience of Kenjiro's new life. He was behind the wheel of a multi-million-coin Bugatti, a car that the old Bombom would have sold a kidney for. In the passenger seat, the immortal knight Leroy was silently munching on chicken wings he'd procured from a street vendor. In the back, Flora was gently waking from her pheromone-induced exhaustion, while Taguro and Jairson were engaged in a surprisingly serious discussion about the structural integrity of the HozyHoo sign. The quest was over, the princess was safe, and he had a new car. It should have felt like a victory. Instead, all he felt was a deep, unsettling unease from the elites' cryptic warning.
He pulled the Bugatti up to the guild's grand entrance, the ridiculously expensive car looking completely out of place. He tossed the keys to a stunned valet and marched inside, his temporary party in tow. He went straight to Ryo's office, not even bothering to knock.
