The scarred giant ship moved slowly across the sea, while in its Core Area, someone was thinking about matters that had nothing to do with herself.
"He should have returned by now. I wonder, when he sees our current situation, will he feel proud, dissatisfied and complain, or simply ignore it?"
Catherine T. Dora stood on the bridge, looking at the busy workers, merchants, and ordinary people below with fear on their faces. She felt both sentimental and helpless.
"I think, if it were him, he'd calmly accept the current situation, find a professional to take inventory and run the numbers, then hand out bonuses where bonuses were due, promote those who deserved promotion, and dismiss those who needed dismissing."
"Pfft, that really is how he'd do things. How's the situation below? Is it still stable?"
Catherine, the temporary commander and a Female Knight who had only recently returned from her days as a war mercenary, turned to look at her deputy leader, who had just returned from the deck.
"Not very. Unsettled hearts are one thing, but not being able to see any hope is the real problem. Tch, those mad dogs."
Not long ago, the Redemption had suffered another attack from the "pirates." They had driven them back again, but considering this was already the seventeenth attack in the past half month, the eighteenth was probably not far off.
The Panda Man dropped heavily into a seat. As he gnawed on a mangosteen, his black-ringed eyes watched the seemingly busy crowd below the window.
"Where's Old Guan?"
"Still unconscious, but the doctor said he's recovering."
"That's good. I never thought someone could actually get knocked out by a meteorite falling from the sky these days. According to the usual plot, he won't wake up with amnesia, will he?"