[Anchor fixed in real-number space.] [Real-number verification complete.] [Shadow Border existence confirmed. Zero Sail successfully docked.]
Lawrence da Vinci's voice came over the intercom, snapping everyone still groggy awake.
"Uh... ugh."
"I-I survived?"
Goredolf Musik touched his head, his face still dazed.
He squeezed his palm, clenched his fist, and rolled his neck from side to side—
"These heavy, tangible limbs...! Ooh, ooh, ooh! I survived!"
As though he were about to cry tears of joy, he grabbed one of his own arms.
"I survived Zero Sail!"
"Ah."
Sherlock Holmes, however, did not look pleased.
"New Director, our current situation is far from optimistic!"
The Shadow Border's resurfacing had not gone smoothly.
In fact, the Shadow Border had encountered considerable trouble while resurfacing.
During the ascent, it had apparently collided with some strange object within imaginary-number space, causing violent tremors. A large portion of the outer armor had likely been stripped away as well.
Under the current circumstances, another Zero Sail was impossible.
If they encountered danger here, they would not even be able to run.
[Our top priority now is finding a way to replenish our resources as quickly as possible.]
Even Lawrence da Vinci could no longer keep up her usual liveliness. Her voice was filled with gravity.
[We need to prepare food for the crew and repair the ship as soon as possible. It is necessary for our future safety.]
"I understand."
Sherlock Holmes nodded, knowing that da Vinci could see him.
"Still, accomplishing this much in a sudden real combat situation was already quite remarkable."
Unlike Holmes's calmness and da Vinci's seriousness, the other Chaldea staff aboard the vessel had become completely excited.
"Ooh—so that means we've reached solid ground we can actually stand on now,