The destruction of the Homeland World might have been connected to a mysterious super-civilization. It was a bold conjecture Father God and I had made after weighing a great deal of evidence, but a conjecture was still only a conjecture. There was no direct proof that the super-civilization that had left those traces was responsible for the Homeland World's destruction. Sandora naturally understood that as well, so when she heard the news, she remained as calm as ever.
Finding out the truth about the Homeland World was certainly important, but priorities mattered. We were facing a more urgent problem right now: the Fallen Apostles were still going crazy in waves. If we did not deal with that immediate threat, then even if we knew the Homeland World's coordinates, we probably would not dare divert our attention to investigating it.
"It's good to know things are progressing smoothly on the God Race's side," Sandora said, unconsciously drawing circles on the tabletop with her fingers. "As for the joint operation, let's wait and see. If the Fallen Apostles do not actually charge over, then we'll follow Father God's suggestion: wait for a while, let the enemy lower their guard, then have the God Race lead the assault. We can attack afterward. The God Race has deep reserves, after all. They're perfectly suited to take the lead."
Viska muttered beside us, "Why does that sound like you're sending us God Race people out to sweep for land mines first..."
Sandora and I exchanged a glance, then nodded vigorously at Viska in unison. "Yes, that's exactly what we mean!"
The Rogue was dumbfounded. "Holy shit, you two actually admitted it... Do you two screw over your allies like this with Father God's knowledge?"
"We discussed it with him in advance," I said, rolling my