In the command room of the Faith-class –– Since the last strategy meeting inexplicably turned into a picnic outing, I firmly refused to hold meetings anywhere other than the command room.
Alaya brought not only a ghost maid but also some terrible news.
"Sorry, master..." Anwina stood timidly before me, her head nearly drooping to the floor, her whole body flickering like unstable voltage, "I didn't take good care of the house..."
"It's not your fault..." I could only helplessly pat the head of the ghost, who was utterly downhearted due to her failed plan to "become the world's number one maid," then I wordlessly stared skyward, "The leaps in human thought are beyond your imagination..."
Who could have expected Ding Ling to barge in so dramatically, and even just so happened to bump into the little ghost completely absorbed in the joy of cleaning? What's worse, it just so happened that Alaya arrived at that moment...