The silver minivan drove into the rendezvous point nearest to a certain Penguin Logistics safe house, and various boxes, large and small, were unloaded from the vehicle.

This clearly signified the owner's decision to stay here for a long time. Once the boxes were finally transferred into the safe house, a Lupo who had been waiting for a long time walked up to the active idol, bent down, and picked up a pair of plastic sticks from an open cardboard box.

"If I'm not mistaken... these are glow sticks used by fans?"

"—Huh? Ah, yes, this is a gift from a fan. Texas, you actually know what they're used for?"

"...I've been to your concerts and watched recordings. It's hard not to notice these things glowing in the darkness."

"I see." Sora murmured as she looked around, then retracted her gaze.

"Then, Texas, would you like to see another one? A live concert?"

"When?"

"Now, immediately, or tomorrow? Look at these—" Sora's hand passed over the glow sticks, pointing to the boxes she had just surveyed. "These are the things necessary to hold a concert, and they also represent my life as an idol."

"Now... I've brought them here because I want to invite you—all of you—to enjoy this concert exclusively for Penguin Logistics!"

The stage was temporarily built with wooden crates, and the speakers and floodlights were elevated using logistic racks. Sora selected every title track from each of her albums as the performance pieces for this concert, pouring her gratitude, love, and beautiful wishes into her singing and dancing with all her might. Except for the size of the stage and the number of audience members, this concert was no different from her previous ones. And of course, the audience's support was also...

...No, no, no, what was that?

Sora's eyes widened—she saw Exusiai using firearms to shoot at iron plates hanging on pillars on both sides, the noise echoing through the rafters, yet somehow cleverly keeping up with the song's rhythm; Croissant was beside her, striking her shield with maracas to create sound; even Texas was wielding glow sticks as if they were swords, waving them with a solemn and serious expression, but the effect was rather comical.

Only Emperor sat outside this absurd scene, listening silently, seemingly the only serious audience member.

Sora seemed to hear canned laughter ringing in her mind, so she laughed as well. This was everyone's performance—a chorus from Penguin Logistics.

"I guess this will become the most unforgettable concert for me."

"Ai ya, since Sora so thoughtfully prepared a special performance for us, we definitely have to show our appreciation, right, Boss?"

"All I can say is, for a singer of catchy tunes, it's not bad."

"I guess he's trying to say: Sora, your singing was great!"

"Yes, it was very nice."

"Of course, our accompaniment wasn't bad either!"

Sora first shook her head, then nodded, and nodded again. She smiled, full of gratitude, and walked into the big hug formed by her friends.