"Everyone ready?"
"If everyone's ready, then let's begin the strategy meeting."
In the control room, with Sherlock Holmes absent, Goredolf sat in the captain's designated seat and glanced at Leonardo da Vinci beside him.
"Technical advisor."
"Let's first organize our current situation."
Leonardo da Vinci opened her little notebook, put on her glasses, and flipped through it as she read.
"It has now been roughly twenty hours since yesterday's attack. Thanks to everyone's combined efforts, we avoided the most fatal outcome."
Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered his head slightly.
"However, although we survived, the situation we now face is even more severe."
Leonardo da Vinci's expression grew somewhat more serious.
"The Lostbelt Servant—Sigurd—invaded our cockpit and took the key item needed for our Zero Sail, the [Paper Moon]."
"That's right! Why did it have to be the Paper Moon?!"
Bang!
Goredolf angrily slammed the armrest of his chair.
"Didn't you personally hand it over to him, Commander?"
Munier, his head wrapped in bandages, looked at Goredolf speechlessly.
Though he couldn't deny that what Goredolf had done at the time was the right choice—but after obediently handing over the Paper Moon, he was now putting on such an angry face.
"Idiot! That was, that was my painstaking effort! It wasn't a gift!"
Goredolf glared at the pilot who always seemed to contradict him.
"That man was extremely barbaric."
"Save those issues for later!"
Unable to stand having her explanation interrupted, Leonardo da Vinci forcefully slapped Goredolf's arm. She then cleared her throat and resumed her serious expression.
"The collision damage suffered during our emergency ascent, the impact from being dragged back up after our emergency dive, and Sigurd's direct attack. The submersible has now sustained extremely severe damage."
"We've lost our power and our outer armor—but overall, this is already the luckiest outcome