The girl slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was an unfamiliar ceiling.
Where am I...?
The girl stared blankly at the dim ceiling before her, her mind still somewhat foggy. But soon, everything she had experienced flashed through her head like a carousel—battle, explosions, failure, rupture, and... the final moment when her consciousness had faded away.
She still remembered her Mecha being destroyed, her body flung into space, followed by countless tentacles shooting toward her and piercing through her body...
"...!"
At that thought, the girl abruptly snapped awake. She instinctively sat up and threw off the blanket covering her. Only then did she realize she was no longer wearing her pilot suit, but an ordinary-looking set of pajamas. Carefully lifting the pajama top, she saw that her lower abdomen was smooth and unblemished. There was no sign of injury whatsoever, not even a scar.
Was it a dream?
The girl reached out and tugged at her cheek.
It was not a dream.
Then where was this???
Only then did the girl finally relax and begin examining her surroundings. It was an exceptionally spacious guest room. There was not only a warm, comfortable bed, but even a plush carpet. A warm glow shone from the edges of the ceiling, and together with the furniture and decorations in the room, it created a cozy, comfortable atmosphere.
Was this... Sidonia? No, it did not seem like it...
The girl's first thought was that her companions had rescued her, but she quickly dismissed it. Everything here was too new, and such a spacious room filled with so much furniture was exceedingly rare even on Sidonia. After all, in the ship where she lived, most people occupied extremely cramped spaces in order to maximize efficiency. Resources were scarce, so everything was