Of course not!
The conflict between nobles and commoners had always been a class conflict.
Under the pressure of life and death, external dangers held them back. It might not necessarily erupt, but it could never truly disappear.
But once there were no external threats left,
humanity—a race that always loved fighting among itself. What it would do was simply too easy to understand.
Bronya was softhearted, but Cocolia was not.
It just so happened that Bronya could stand in the light as the righteous one, while Cocolia could bear the sins in the shadows.
She was even perfectly willing to do so.
What was wrong with that?
"This is quite a nice place." At that moment, Serelim stood in the command cabin in the core area, gazing at the bizarre, kaleidoscopic scenery beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. She seemed somewhat absentminded, like a butterfly dancing alone.
She explained that since all the other sections had to simulate the normal cycle of the four seasons and ordinary lighting, they were actually inferior to the command cabin. Like the helm of a ship, this place offered a clear view at a glance, allowing one to see all kinds of strange sights in the Imaginary Space beyond the Ark. "If one could enjoy tea and take a nap here, it would occasionally have a unique charm..."
"But this isn't allowed, is it?"
Serelim looked toward Little Griseo at the very front.
Anna was beside Little Griseo.
Nahida was there too.
They were operating the interface, taking stock of the currently acquired beacons. They were even sorting them into categories, adding tags and notes to make them easier to use in the future.
If you were wondering where Miss Ark was—
the answer was actually very simple.
Miss Ark was still soaking in the