Chaldea—Chaldea again!
Time and time again, this organization had appeared in the Light Screen so often that people no longer knew what to say.
Inside the Yao Guang-Chaldea viewing room, every gaze had turned in unison toward Romani Archaman.
Because the voice that had just sounded was exactly the same as Chaldea's slacking doctor, Romani Archaman.
Romani Archaman was now sitting on pins and needles, inwardly groaning. That ominous feeling from earlier had really come true, and the man felt awful all over.
Rather than appearing in the Light Screen, Romani Archaman wanted nothing more than to watch it as an ordinary spectator. In his everyday work, he wanted to finish what he had to do, then slack off and relax. That kind of laid-back life was what he wanted.
But now, it seemed that the peaceful life he had always longed for was about to end...
The Light Screen shifted, revealing a high-tech observation room filled with advanced equipment and staff. Before them stood a thick blastproof glass wall, through which they could see a vast, empty room made entirely of metal.
Chaldea's emblem was displayed on the observation room's wall, and the scene shown moments ago had been on that wall—a classic cinematic transition shot.
A group of personnel operated various precision instruments, while several people stood before the glass.
Looking closely, one of them was Romani Archaman, dressed in a white lab coat.
He looked somewhat similar to the Romani Archaman of Yao Guang-Chaldea, except beneath his white coat, he wore the black-and-blue work uniform of Chaldea personnel, just like the other staff around him.
However, there was also a man standing there in a green overcoat and green bowler hat, with long black hair. He looked utterly out of place among the Chaldea personnel, carrying