When Stelle woke up, she found herself sitting on a metal chair.
Her head was still groggy, and opening her eyes took more effort than she had imagined. Asta's clear voice soon reached her mind. She seemed to be speaking with another genius currently staying aboard the Space Station.
"Mr. Screwllum, this was a premeditated attack..."
"Conclusion: the enemy's target is the Space Station. But their methods... remain unknown to us."
Stelle finally raised her head and, sure enough, saw two familiar figures.
No expression could be read on Screwllum's mechanical face, and as a genius, he could presumably remain calm under any circumstances. Asta, on the other hand, looked rather worried.
"..." Asta seemed about to say something, but the moment she opened her mouth, another somewhat familiar male voice interrupted her.
"Precisely. And that is exactly why we need her."
Stelle turned toward the voice. The light in her field of vision dimmed as a man dressed in blue and white, in clothing that mixed modern and Greek styles, slowly approached.
He looked very muscular. The muscles of his arms were sharply defined, and his arms looked a whole size thicker than even Brother Gepard's. His slightly naturally curly dark-blue hair swayed gently. There was a hint of arrogance on his face, and his gaze was aloof and proud. His slightly narrow eyes made that gaze look stern and aggressive.
"Before Herta's puppet was attacked, the last person to see it... was her."
Stelle watched the man come up to her. That familiar voice, that familiar posture of looking down at her-as her groggy mind gradually cleared, a hazy but familiar figure began to surface in her memory.
"You are...?"
Watching the man pace leisurely, Stelle rose from her chair and spoke with some hesitation.
Asta cleared her