Professor Medea said, "19, 15, and 19 correspond to the 19th, 15th, and 19th letters of the alphabet: S, O, S. It's an abbreviation that carries the meaning of a distress call."
Dark immediately understood. "I see."
The writing system of this world was extremely subtle.
The twenty-six English letters were primarily used for phonetic notation, equivalent to pinyin in the modern Chinese system. They were only occasionally mixed into the actual script.
Complex English words did not exist here.
After thinking for a moment, Dark said, "Should I send a message and ask?"
"No." Professor Sylph lowered her voice. "Though the secret passage makes it somewhat troublesome, I can indeed contact Olivia from here."
As she spoke, she immediately closed her eyes, her pale golden hair stirring despite the absence of wind.
With the Wind Spirit's aid, her voice pierced the barriers of the secret passage, and she briefly communicated with Ophelia Brad.
Then she opened her eyes and shook her head at Professor Medea.
After waiting a moment and hearing no response from the other side, Dark asked with concern, "How was it?"
Professor Sylph's tone had clearly grown heavier. "She said she hadn't sent you any message."
"Ah." Professor Medea immediately sighed. "Looks like we're in trouble."
It was two-thirty in the morning on April 2.
Dark Dimon's snack break was cut short before he could even finish enjoying the show.
He flipped down from his seat and beckoned to Gatomon and Leomon. "We've got work to do."
"Are you sure this is all right?" There was a trace of worry in Professor Sylph's voice.
Dark raised a hand beside his ear, and that wisp of breeze curled around his fingertips.
"We have to take some risks." Dark lowered his head slightly and said softly, "With