But before long, Altair stopped dwelling on and agonizing over the matter. After all, if Adam truly wanted to do something harmful to her, she had no way to stop him.
What she should have been most worried about now was how to deal with the Three Major Churches, Military Intelligence Section Nine, and other Beyonder forces investigating this mass dream invasion.
With a helpless sigh, Altair picked up a napkin beside her and wiped her hands. "Dear, take your time eating. I need to go take care of something."
With that, Altair left the dining room under Vivian's smiling gaze, returned to her bedroom to change clothes, and headed to the Shipyard to deal with the remaining steel, lumber, and other scraps, restoring the factory as much as possible to the state of having been idle for a long time, with no manufacturing operations.
The oily wastewater and rusty runoff had already been discharged yesterday and could no longer be recovered or buried. Altair could only use abilities such as Psychological Suggestion and "instigation" to persuade workers at nearby shipyards to immediately discharge their own wastewater again, covering up the pollution traces from her factory.
As for the hardest issue to handle—the memories of people who had seen the factory operating—Altair had asked Adam to deal with it back when the fleet was first being built, so she did not need to worry about that.
June 27, 1348, afternoon. In an unnamed alley in Bexland's East District, two young, beautiful women were being chased and surrounded by dozens of people, fleeing for their lives.
The short young girl in traditional knight training clothes running ahead looked back at the enemies relentlessly pursuing them, then at her companion, who was drenched in sweat from exhaustion. Her expression hardened as