"Orders to head to these coordinates and lie low on standby?" Emilia, captain of the Fallen Angel, stared at the orders in her hand in surprise.
"Yes. Lord Alsace just sent word back. It seems... he's made some progress with the pirates and obtained a relatively safe hiding place from them.
It's the pirates' Backup Base, an escape route they specifically prepared in case they were surrounded. It should be secure," Catherine said with a strange expression.
"What?" This time, Emilia was truly stunned.
How long had it even been? And he'd already gotten the pirates to hand over their secret fallback location?
Had they already sworn brotherhood over a sacrificed chicken? Had it even been twenty-four hours? Even the three brothers of the Peach Garden hadn't bonded that fast.
"And... if things go smoothly, we should also be able to get some supplies there..."
"Uh..."
Well, then! He'd even taken care of their logistics?
Their commander... had he maxed out his diplomacy skill?!
"Are you sure this isn't another trap? Could Lord Alsace have..." Emilia pondered for a moment, then hesitantly voiced her doubts with a frown.
Although the coded phrases in the communication confirmed that he had sent it himself, who knew what methods these aliens had?
What if their commander hadn't been able to withstand the torture...
"I understand what you mean, but Lord Alsace attached some information along with the message. Take a look." Catherine's expression grew even stranger.
"Information?" Puzzled, Emilia opened her Personal Terminal and tapped the file Catherine had just sent.
"This is..." Emilia's eyes slowly widened.
Two hours later, at the wormhole's boundary.
"Beep, beep! Intelligence received. Orders confirmed. Returning immediately!"
Light and shadow rippled through the void, revealing a cloaked device roughly three meters long. It immediately fired its engine