The place where Sith had fallen.
Kairo's merchant crew was busy clearing away the mountain of Warp ash.
On the other side of the crowd, Kairo held his communicator, his body trembling with excitement so intense that he stuttered as he contacted his merchant warship:
"What do you mean you only picked some?"
"At a time like this, why is your mind only on business?"
"Pack up the warehouse!"
"Yes! Pack it all up! That's an order!"
He put down the communicator with trembling hands, and only after doing so did his gaze relax slightly.
Yet, facing the Warp ash behind him—which he had already looked at many times—Kairo couldn't help but take one more glance.
As the only person present who knew what this ash truly signified, Kairo could hardly imagine the story behind it.
He could only watch as the ash was continually cleared away, until the very last traces were erased from the ground, his eyes burning with excitement once again.
Seeing his master so excited that he had lost his composure, the apprentice served him while unable to suppress his curiosity.
Watching the ash that was about to vanish completely, the apprentice braced himself and interrupted Kairo, who was continuously muttering about "getting rich."
"Master, since this... stuff is so valuable, why are we cleaning it up?"
The apprentice asked cautiously, while Kairo looked at his chosen apprentice with obvious dissatisfaction and a touch of blame.
However, since the other party truly didn't know what the ash meant, Kairo suppressed his dissatisfaction and skirted the issue:
"Nonsense! If everyone could come here and take a look, how would I be able to sell this information for money?!"
The apprentice hadn't managed to get information about the ash, but knowing Kairo didn't want to talk about it, he realized asking further would be a waste of breath, so he retreated obediently.
At the same time, looking towards the distant Hive City, he lowered his head, his eyes darting around as he pondered any information related to Omiya III.
Previously, he had regarded it as just a world about to be overrun by Tyranids, so the apprentice hadn't paid much attention to it.
But not only had Famir been driven to a mental breakdown, even his own master had been so shocked by a pile of strange sand that he had been trembling for a long time; the apprentice now had to take it seriously.
Soon, as he searched his memory, he actually recalled something.
He quickly looked up, the apprentice sounding a bit like he was angling for praise:
"Master, I remember now. Isn't this Omiya III the world that was previously looking to purchase a Navigator?"
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