Nothing major happened over the next few days. Everything proceeded as usual, including all research and development projects, military preparations, and reinforcements. There were still plenty of routine matters to handle, but it was already gratifying enough that emergencies were no longer cropping up every other day. If possible, I truly hoped these days would last as long as possible—studying world peace in the morning, then taking that Nine-Tailed Husky and a bunch of bratty kids to the park in the afternoon. If life could go on like that, I would ask for nothing more.
News from Heavenly City confirmed Sandora's guess: Aurelia had not found the ancient device. Gaia had also checked the homeworld again and confirmed that the thing was not on the technological side either. In the end, everything pointed to one possibility: the Merova People had stolen that precious Communication Array. Now all we could do was worry about whether they had already smashed the treasure to pieces for fun. If that really was the case, Sandora would smash every planet the Merova People owned to pieces for fun.
The Fallen Apostle had not made any major moves for the time being. Although evidence showed that the other side was actively mobilizing troops and was likely making war preparations just like us, the frequency of their border activity had dropped sharply. This was probably because of the pressure Father God's sudden appearance had placed on them last time, though it was also possible that they needed time to recover from the losses of the ambush and finish their current research projects. In any case, a tense state of "peace" was spreading. Everyone knew that a massive war was unavoidable and could erupt at any moment, but at least for now, no one would act rashly. Under