The monitoring system switched to its standard surveillance and recording mode. In the main hall of the Sorin Command Center, many people let out long sighs of relief—the momentous interstellar exchange had finally concluded smoothly. For everyone who had witnessed it firsthand, it would likely take days to settle their emotions and reflect on the meaning of everything that had happened today. For another group of people, however, the "main course" was only just beginning.
Deep within the Neural Network, in a special Encrypted Space, an invisible wind suddenly swept across an endless field of pure white flowers. Gawain appeared first beside the white round table, its surface adorned with pale golden patterns and exquisite openwork carvings. Then he looked across the table and saw pale green vines rapidly fading from the air as Bercetia Morningstar emerged from within them. Immediately afterward, a solemn black gate descended from above. When its doors opened, Rosetta Augustus stepped through.
Gawain's gaze lingered unconsciously on the two imperial leaders for several seconds.
Just how much did these two whale after going home from the last meeting...?
But he quickly cast aside that slightly wandering train of thought and spoke seriously. "All records of the Star Sea Communication have been organized and sent to you. A copy has also been archived in the corresponding Star Sea Plan database and can be accessed at any time."
"I've already received them," Rosetta Augustus said with his usual stern, detached expression, giving a faint nod. "When will Antavien's communications equipment be usable again?"
"They prepared replacement parts for the main antenna's vulnerable components in advance. Repairs should be completed in less than a week," Gawain said immediately. "In other words, we have less than a week to slowly digest the... astonishing things we heard today."
As she