Our mission always consisted of two parts: one was to take on the Abyss, Fallen Apostles, or the apocalypse itself, and the second was to figure out ways to resolve the aftermath of various catastrophic events. Most of the time, once we'd entered the phase of resolution, I wished I could just charge out and fight against the Abyss, Fallen Apostles, or the apocalypse once more...
Like now.
"So, after initial tallies, the total number of Lost Navigators and their descendants we can settle has reached the stirring figure of... ten percent, right?"
Raising my head from a table full of reports, I felt my jaw trembling.
The Time-Space Administration's special inspector standing in front of the table wore an expression on the verge of tears: "We've done our best."
Please, I beg you, don't talk as if all hope is lost. If possible, I implore you to try even harder! Otherwise, it's going to be your boss—me—that'll need rescuing!
