Newcomer Meets Old Acquaintance

Buzz—

In a room filled with famous paintings, musical scores, and instruments, Phrolova heard an incoming call.

She set down the artwork in her hands and answered it first.

"Hello, is that you, Phrolova? The organization has a task for you~"

The moment Phrolova answered, she heard a voice that had once been all too familiar.

It was the voice of someone from her hometown, a friend or relative from before its destruction.

"Don't speak to me in that voice."

Phrolova's voice remained as cool as ever, but her brows had drawn together.

Because she cared, she could not bear to hear a loved one's voice defiled.

Not even by the President of the Remnant Star Society.

"Oh, don't be so angry. I'm asking you to do something interesting this time."

The President's voice returned to its usual playful tone, though it still grated on Phrolova's nerves.

The eccentric President was always using that appearance and voice to tease her, as though deliberately trying to provoke her.

"Get to the point. If it has nothing to do with bringing the dead back to life, I doubt I'll have much enthusiasm for the task."

Phrolova walked up to a framed painting, her tone indifferent.

The painting showed a small town, with cheerful children and adults chatting among themselves.

It looked like an ordinary town, yet Phrolova's eyes were full of memories and tenderness as she gazed at it.

"Well, the organization hasn't made any progress on that yet. But this involves Rover. Interested?"

At the mention of Rover, another glimmer passed through Phrolova's eyes.

Unlike the look she had given the painting, though, this emotion lasted only an instant.

Even alone in her private room, she did not want to let it linger.

It was as if she did not even