Cole had never imagined that someone could be even more worrying than her own daughter. She rubbed her daughter's head and sighed as she looked at Nana, whose heartbeat had returned.
Behind the crowd, another Landship even larger than Rhodes Island connected to their communications.
The hope guided by starlight had finally arrived.
And they would become the strength that allowed people to emerge from the grief brought by disaster and keep moving forward.
The Elite Operators kept Blacksteel's people from seeing Nana's hand or the complexion beneath her helmet... After taking the contract personnel stationed aboard Blacksteel Landship and the reward supplies for this mission, which had not yet been handed over under the contract, Rhodes Island swiftly changed course.
At the following meeting, Kal'tsit stated that healing Medic would become their primary mission. To that end, the Landship would head for Kazdel at full speed. As for the originally scheduled refitting in Rim Billiton, Kal'tsit postponed everything until Medic woke up.
Neither Rhodes Island nor Princess Theresa raised any objections.
And in Kazdel, the person capable of healing Medic received the news as well.
"..."
The Hooded Man, who had been playing chess at her desk, merely crumpled the telegram absentmindedly and tossed it into the trash.
In her eyes, this was probably just Kal'tsit indulging in her old habit of bringing strange little brats home.
But after doing so, she hesitated for a moment, then retrieved the telegram from the wastebasket.
She could be harsh, demanding, and indifferent toward anyone on Terra... but not Kal'tsit.
But... Kal'tsit was what that person had left behind for her...
"Ah..."
Several strands of white hair slipped out from beneath her hood as she moved.
Her dull, weary voice echoed through the empty room.
"...Medic... Isn't that name a little too