Sing of It Far into the Distant Future

The incident of the Holy Land being attacked again had thrown the entire world into turmoil, while the yellow-fish-shaped Polar Dive silently traveled through the depths, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Inside the Polar Dive.

Bepo stood before the control console, keeping a constant eye on their course.

Deep-sea travel was different from sailing on the surface, but it carried an equal degree of risk.

Underwater currents could be encountered at any time, and depending on their strength, they could imperceptibly affect the submarine's direction.

Therefore, Bepo had to keep watching their course, ensuring that he could correct it immediately whenever it was thrown off.

Kuma leaned against the corner of the wall, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his eyes closed as he rested.

Maud lay on his back in a chair, taking a short nap.

To make himself more comfortable, he had shrunk his shadow, reducing his height to around two meters.

"Brru brru, brru brru..."

Suddenly, the sound of an incoming Den Den Mushi call rang through the quiet cabin.

Maud abruptly opened his eyes.

Bepo, who was piloting the Polar Dive, glanced back. When he saw that Maud had awakened, he turned back and resumed watching their course.

Maud sat up and picked up the Den Den Mushi's receiver.

The cabin immediately fell silent, and the Den Den Mushi's appearance visibly changed at a rapid pace, taking on Lafitte's features.

Maud glanced at the image displayed by the Den Den Mushi and understood.

"Captain?"

The Den Den Mushi then transmitted Lafitte's voice. He had apparently identified who was answering based on the image it displayed.

"Yes, it's me."

Maud remained calm. He could more or less guess why Lafitte was calling at this time.

Lafitte's voice came through the Den Den Mushi again.

"Captain,