After we were done with the bookmakers, we didn't overstay our welcome and returned. At least, that was the plan—
[Captain Arthur, you have an incoming transmission request from the Aegis Grand Prix Committee. Do you wish to accept it?]
Percy's crisp mechanical female voice echoed throughout the bridge.
"The committee?" I muttered, tilting my head slightly in curiosity. "What now? Are they going to accuse us of cheating and try to take back our championship or something?"
Though suspicious, I still went ahead and accepted the call.
The lights across the bridge dimmed swiftly, and the main visor lit up to reveal a group of unfamiliar faces—middle-aged men with plastered smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes.
{Captain Arthur Grail of the Knights of Camelot Mercenary Group... am I correct? I'm Piero, the chief organizer of the race.}
