That silly bird had been hopping around restlessly beside us one second, then turned into a streak of light and vanished from the Command Hall the next. It happened so fast that even I failed to react. Was this what one would expect from the future God of Messengers?
"Mediva!" Older Sister cried out belatedly, looking around with concern. "Where did that girl go?"
"She doesn't seem to have gone far..." I had merely been startled, but quickly discovered that Little Crow's spiritual signature was still around the Empire Admiral. I had thought the girl was rushing out to fight someone and nearly scared myself senseless. At least she had not gone far. But what exactly was that silly bird trying to do?
I felt that Little Crow's thoughts were as unfathomable as Qian Qian's. She had always retained some habits of a wild animal, so her behavior naturally differed from ordinary people's. Her thinking was unconventional, her ability to act was extraordinary, and only a handful of people could keep her under control. Just like now: outside lay the danger-filled Enemy-Occupied Zone, the fleet was about to breach the enemy's spatial blockade, artillery fire filled the skies beyond the Combined Shield, and that silly bird had run out without making a sound—even if she had not gone far, it was still enough to give anyone a scare.
"Little Bird, come back quickly," I called the silly bird by her nickname through the Spiritual Connection. "It's dangerous outside."
"Caw! I'm clearing the way for Master, caw!" Little Crow's energetic voice echoed in my mind. I could picture her saying this while hopping about on the Empire Admiral's hull. She was not afraid of the terrifying artillery barrage outside.
Sandora immediately brought up the external surveillance feed, and we quickly found