Under Construction

After night fell, construction of the camp came to a halt.

But under the guidance of the world's rules, the nearby floating islands continued flying back and forth, constantly transporting personnel and supplies here.

Linsey and Alvitte had also made their decision.

Linsey bent his knees and entered stealth, vanishing beneath the vast night in the blink of an eye.

"Ah..."

Alvitte let out a soft sigh and turned toward the edge of the floating island.

The people on night duty were directing operations at the end of the floating island, sending the newcomers to their assigned locations.

A few seconds after Alvitte approached, someone noticed her catfish head.

"Ah? You're..."

The man was taken aback at first, then quickly understood.

There were not many demi-humans in Silver City. After a full day, Alvitte, who was in charge of construction, had gained a bit of fame and was easily recognized by the staff here.

"Fishman brother, why haven't you gone to rest yet?"

"It's getting late. You still need to get up early for work tomorrow!"

Alvitte shook her fish head.

"I used up too much Source Material during the day, and I'm not feeling very well right now. I probably won't be able to sleep until the latter half of the night—so I figured that since I'd be idle anyway, I might as well come over and see if there's anything I can help with."

The man at the edge of the floating island froze.

The identity Alvitte claimed in public was merely that of a Third Stage craftsman's apprentice under Linsey. After working so hard building houses all day, it was only natural for her to be tired.

Yet she wanted to come help at a time like this...

The man had intended to refuse.

But looking at