Pela

The meticulous Intelligence Officer of the Silvermane Guards. While young, she is undeniably brilliant. Whether it relates to maneuvering troops, distributing supplies, or the analyzing terrain, Pela can answer any problems with calm certainty. As for her phone case... "It has nothing to do with work, captain."

The following is an excerpt from page 102 of the Silvermane Guards Recruitment Records: Intelligence Department — Vol. 24: Basic information about the candidate — "My name is Pelageya Sergeyevna, but you can call me Pela." "I graduated from the Faculty of Social Sciences and the Faculty of Science and Faculty of Science from the Belobog Cadet School, with a double honorary degree in Military Studies and Cryptography." "My hobbies? Pardon me, I need a minute to collect myself..." "...My hobby is studying prehistoric Belobog music. That's it." "No, no, I have no other hobbies... Really... Please trust me."

The following is an excerpt from page 103 of the "Silvermane Guards Recruitment Records; Intelligence Department — Vol. 24". As for what is an honorary degree — "Please allow me to recite from the Belobog Sergeant Education and Degree Awarding Regulations Version 3, Chapter 5, Section 23, Article 1, Paragraph 7...:" "An Honorary Bachelor's degree will be conferred to students who have not met the minimum age requirement but have earned enough credits from courses of corresponding majors." "That's right. I currently have no plans for postgraduate study, and never will." "I find practice far better than theory, Madam."

One snowy Belobog evening, underneath the massive stopped clock, the laughter of girls spilled out from a warmly-lit window. "Studying prehistoric Belobog music!? That's just ridiculous! Didn't Cocolia bother to ask about that?" The slightly older woman rocks back and forth with laughter. "Please address her as Madam Cocolia, Serval." A petite girl pouts as she take off her steamed-up round glasses. "She has to know that I'm playing in your band." The girl in the cat ears hat — she is reluctant to take it off even when inside — chimes in. "...You really are a piece of work. Does Madam Cocolia know what your other hobbies are?" "Ha. No way." The woman named Serval gets up from her bedding on the floor. "I've lived with her for so long and never seen her pick up a novel — she says they're a complete waste of time..." "Okay. Pela, Lynx — We need to go to the Tale of the Winterlands fan meet tomorrow. Let's get some rest."

If you're familiar with the street gossip of Belobog, then there's no way you could miss the Tale of the Winterlands. And if you're an avid Tale fan, then you'll definitely have heard of the fan meet. Its time and location are a secret, and attendance is by special invite only. Attendants are split into only two categories: content creators, and the consumers who love the created content. They all have a genuine love for the Tale of the Winterlands, and do their bit to support this monumental masterpiece of Belobog literature. Among them, a new legend is born — It is said that she is a petite woman. It is said she never missed a single meet. It is said she always wore a mask. It is said she once spent a small fortune on a limited-edition artbook. It is said that when ever she creates something, her work would cause a huge sensation among the dedicated fan base... "That's a whole lot of rumors, yet none of them are related to the Silvermane Guards..." "Looks like... My skills of disguise really are fantastic after all. Teehee!"

Pelageya Sergeyevna, Silvermane Guards Intelligence Officer, at your service. You can call me Pela.

You ready? Let's start the records for the day.

The reports look pretty normal today. You can go have some rest.

I'm good at documenting information and coming up with my analysis. Acting on that analysis is the captain's job.

People don't usually notice the drummer, but if you miss a beat, everyone feels it. I like the challenge.

I like to go to the library on the weekend and take out some... literature. Then when we're finished reading, me and my friends meet up to discuss it.

*sigh* Sometimes I practice over a dozen times before reporting to my superiors, but I still can't get it right...

There are 32 versions of my full name circulating among the troops. How do I know? I'm an intelligence officer after all.

*gasp* A new edition of the fanbook "Tale of the Winterlands?" That's one of the most sought-after series out there... H—How many copies should I get... Ten? Is ten enough...?

In all of Belobog, you won't find anyone who speaks more elegantly or acts more like a leader than Lady Bronya.

*sigh* Serval's rule is: no rules.

Captain Gepard is an honorable man and very reliable. But when it comes to his horticultural skills... all I can say is I respect his effort and wish him the best of luck.

Lynxy is one of my... Uh, Lynx is one of my... Ahem! Lynx is... one of Belobog's number one researchers, and... one of my best besties!

Stay focused, push forward.

Mm, there's still room for improvement.

Finally, all contingencies covered.

Mm, this is valuable intel.

Glad to be of service, Captain Gepard.

Remember, Serval — don't rush the beat.

Let's do this, Lynxy!

Expect a decisive victory, Lady Bronya.

We have the upper hand.

Do we still have the upper hand?

Commencing support.

Enemy targets detected.

Time to make a decision.

Enough.

Ready for another?

I'll contain them!

This... that... Oh!

Inputting commands... Oh!

Ouch.

Eek ...Not good.

Enemy data secured.

Net markers activated — time for a good old counterattack.

I miscalculated...

Run...

I won't make the same mistake twice.

Thanks for the support.

The combat report will be ready soon.

Inventory complete.

It's received.

All in order — leave nothing behind.

Wowwww... *clears throat*

...That did the trick!

Analyze the targets before you make a plan of action.

Do you need me to formulate the next plan?