There Really Was a Gold Mine

Space aboard the ship was limited, and there were a lot of people. If anything happened, word spread quickly.

The boy in the infirmary didn't wake up until the next morning.

He saw an unfamiliar ceiling and a "vine" stuck into his arm, and let out a scream.

The ship's doctor was about to take his blood pressure. The boy was terrified by the strange clothes and bizarre instruments, and struggled with a shriek, reaching out to pull the needle from his arm.

"Stay calm!" The doctor held the boy down by the shoulders. "You're in the infirmary!"

The ship's other doctor happened to come by. He joined in holding down the boy's hands to stop him from pulling out the IV needle.

It was breakfast time again, and plenty of people were on their way to the dining hall. Hearing the commotion, they gathered around.

But the strange clothes, terrifyingly pale skin, incomprehensible shouts, and growing crowd only made the boy struggle harder.

You wouldn't have guessed it, since he'd nearly died the day before, but he was incredibly strong when he struggled. The two doctors could barely hold him down.

"Make way!" Princess Susan pushed through the crowd outside the infirmary and entered.

Seeing yet another person arrive, the boy struggled with all his might.

Thump!

Without a word, Susan delivered a hypnotic elbow strike, calming him down.

Frederick watched from the doorway, breaking out in a cold sweat. Susan's elbow strike had been extremely practiced; she had clearly honed it through years of use. He never would have guessed that the girl who clung to him like a kitten was really a fierce tiger.

Susan looked up and saw Frederick's surprise. She stuck out her tongue playfully.

Frederick smiled at her, then turned and asked someone to