Although most technical personnel had left the independent chamber where magical-energy weapons were assembled, a small number of flight pilots remained on-site. Considering her and Lyra's identities, Astrid gently took the pink-haired girl's hand and led her to a room designated for high-ranking nobles to rest.
Sitting side by side on the soft bed, behind them was a porthole embedded with specially designed windproof glass. The delicate orange-yellow lighting illuminates the furniture, revealing a decorative style entirely different from the passenger cabin.
Astrid quietly closed her legs, gazing at Lyra beside her, speaking in a gentle voice.
"We've already left the pursuit range of Velys. It should be safe enough now; there's no need to keep wearing your armor, Lyra."
