It went like this—after waking up, the top priority was naturally to go out and harvest the crops. There was no question about that. However, given the abilities of the Flesh Beacon, Ivette planned to make more Shuttlecraft before setting out, send them flying everywhere, and search the entire world for traces of Aurora.
Because they required considerable precision, making a hundred such Shuttlecraft entirely by hand was naturally rather slow.
So, after arriving at the parts workshop in the Central District, she called Abera over and had her handle whatever component processing she could.
Then came the following conversation—
"Follow the blueprint and process these steel materials like this."
"Okay."
"And here, there are structural details. Look carefully."
"Okay."
"Once you're done, go to the warehouse and bring over some of the stored alloy steel."
"Okay."
"What are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Okay."
"..."
Sitting on a workshop chair and getting several emotionless "okay"s from Abera, Ivette felt somewhat helpless. She was still more accustomed to Abera being lively.
Then, seeing Abera lower her head and fiddle with the hem of her clothes like a wronged elementary school student, she could not help asking, "Did you really wait for two hundred years?"
Could she really have misjudged things?
"Nope. Abera is someone who cuts corners. She wouldn't do something so sincere," Abera replied while looking elsewhere.
There was not the slightest emotion on her beautiful face as she answered like a puppet.
Ivette said, "If I got it wrong, I can apologize to you."
"There's no need. The Master can't be wrong. It's all Abera's fault."
Ivette thought, Enough with the 'okay's already.
In over 950 years since transmigrating, this was the first time she had encountered such a situation. It was terrifying beyond belief, and she