"It's still in time." Irena, who had remained silent while processing the information sent from Tokyo, gave her answer.
"The last hyperspace flight was very successful—"
"This time..."
"We can travel through hyperspace directly via the Thunderbirds' nest, greatly shortening the travel time both ways."
On Su Youzi's shoulder, the Thunderbird Queen, who had shrunk to the size of a parrot, suddenly began squawking noisily.
Su Youzi simply poured a dose of Grace into her. "Good girl—"
"As long as your offspring don't cause trouble, we won't hurt them."
"We're only borrowing a path."
"When we come back, I promise I'll let you eat your fill."
The Thunderbird Queen's squawking instantly died down.
To be honest... Lord Youzi didn't have to let her "eat her fill."
As long as... she could be exempted for a few days, giving her a little breathing room from the time she spent as a pillow in Lord Youzi's Mental Domain, that would be enough.
If Lord Youzi kept using her as a pillow... sooner or later, her head would become just as blank as that stupid whale's, knowing nothing but **.
But—
Su Youzi didn't know that.
Shiz didn't know how to talk very well, either.
Su Youzi had even come to regard using Shiz as a pillow in her Mental Domain as a "reward" for Shiz.
After all... working as a pillow clearly seemed much more comfortable than working as a cushion.
"Besides—"
"The research institutes of 'Manifest Manufacturing' in various places have also begun reverse-engineering Lord Saint Michael's Holy Light and the domain of the Land of Saints belonging to the 'Holy Royal Court.'"
"If His Eminence the Pope and Lord Saint Michael could give us just a tiny bit of help, I believe this work will produce results very soon."
"We