After quickly reviewing the system mission, Hoshino did not linger over it. She opened her eyes and looked at Specter.
"Let me guess. You have a plan, don't you?"
"That's right."
Specter nodded.
As the attending physician and the bridge between them, Pramanix felt like she had no role to play at all. The two had quickly become familiar with each other and were even discussing some sort of plan, completely disregarding her, the psychologist.
"I have no objections."
Pramanix said, "I'll cover for you. Miss Specter will be recuperating here... however many days you plan for, I'll write down that many days."
"Then I'll have to trouble you."
Specter's blood-red eyes blinked slightly. It was clearly meant as encouragement, yet it somehow felt a little mocking.
It was truly hard to put into words.
"Can we discuss the payment?"
"Hm? Aren't you going to ask about the job first? We may have to travel quite far, and I don't have much money on me. If you want payment..."
"I've never accepted monetary compensation for my work."
Hoshino shook her head.
Her system mission was simple and clear: help Specter destroy a Church of the Deep stronghold. The reward was a weapon.
Durandal Valkyrie Gloria's lance.
Dawn of Glory.
[It was said that when it was first deployed in actual combat, its radiance streaked across the dim sky and tore through the night. For an instant, it seemed as though dawn had risen, and two suns appeared in the heavens.]
Another thing that divided day from night.
Hoshino did not quite understand it. This was a weapon forged by the St. 1504 Research Institute for Durandal. Though it had exhausted the efforts of this civilization, it was really only so-so, far inferior to the relics and Divine Key weapons of