"A Jun, impact! It's appeared again!"
Sandora's call suddenly came through the Spiritual Connection, instantly snapping Qian Qian and me out of the slight distraction brought on by boredom.
My head immediately swelled with stress, forcing me to focus, while Qian Qian's face lit up. She clearly thought something fun had happened again and was as excited as a cat.
I casually grabbed Flandre, who was sitting on the desk chatting with Cactus, and prepared to take the Girl back to Shadow City as I asked Sandora about the situation. "Impact? On the Moon?"
"Mars. Dense impacts. Seventeen have already occurred, and they're still continuing. Starship fragments are striking the side of Mars facing Earth. I've activated visual filters to keep human telescopes from seeing them. Reconnaissance craft have entered Martian orbit, but they haven't landed yet."
"All right, I'm heading back now."
"Mm. Bring me half a truckload of Spicy Chicken Wings on the way back..."
I immediately understood. This apparently wasn't as serious as I'd imagined.
The pressure of keeping such a foodie was immense—not financially, but because she constantly challenged my worldview. Have you ever seen a girl ask her boyfriend for snacks using truckloads as the basic unit of measurement?! And when Sandora started asking me for snacks by the freight-car load, how was I supposed to explain that to the entire city's food industry...
"Flandre, we're going home."
I called out to the second Miss, who had climbed back onto the desk to chat with Cactus, and prepared to leave. No matter what, I had to get Lilina to improve that protective charm again—at the very least, it needed to get rid of the intelligence-draining side effect. If this kept up, when Flandre's sister returned, how was I supposed to face her while holding a