"By the way, we're in Scandinavia now, right?"
"Before we performed the Zero Sail, we were over in Antarctica. So in a sense, we crossed half the globe in one go and got thrown all the way over here?"
Having finally calmed down, Goredolf Musik removed the towel from his face and let out a sigh.
"In Imaginary Number Space, real-number distances have no meaning."
Leonardo da Vinci explained it to Goredolf.
"As long as you have a clearly defined target that can serve as a reference point, and minimize the margin of error in the calculated time required to prove its existence, that connection can be directly converted into distance. Do you understand it when I put it that way?"
She blinked.
".So, roughly speaking, no matter how far apart things are in the real world, as long as you can establish a connection that proves their reality in the imaginary world, calculate the time precisely, and catch the right wave, you can theoretically reach anywhere in the world?"
Goredolf frowned and blinked as well.
His blinking was obviously nowhere near as cute as Leonardo da Vinci's.
Still, what he said surprised everyone else in the control room.
"Who would've thought, old man? Your comprehension's surprisingly good!"
That was Munier's calm assessment.
"I told you, I'm only twenty-eight!!!"
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Goredolf glared at the employee who had been at odds with him from the start.
"Alright, alright, quiet down and take a look at this."
Sherlock Holmes manipulated the controls, pulling the image from a projector onto the only facility in the control room that could barely be called a table.
"This—you should be able to understand it."
"Although it has now fallen into a bleached state, there's no question that we