Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

"..." Kelsey sighed imperceptibly. She wanted to stay with the doctor and continue to monitor Priss's condition. But she knew that there was no one more suitable than herself.

She had known about Agor's situation hundreds of years ago, but Agor's development was so rapid that by the time she realized it, it was too late to intervene.

At that time, Kal'tsit was traveling between Victoria, Lethania, and Gaul, lobbying the nobles to form an alliance to invade Kazdel and reclaim the "survival of civilization."

The Demon King Shilesh died without dignity under the siege of Gaul's artillery, Letania's tower wizard, and Victoria's steam armor, but an accident occurred in the recovery of the Black Crown.

The allied commander Kal'tsit died in a sword duel with Tracys, and waiting for resurrection took too much time, disrupting the plan.

"When do we leave?" Kel'tsit raised her head and met Roy's gaze without a wavering expression. She meant to say that she had accepted the mission.

"Hurry up! My magical clone will be heading to Iberia the day after tomorrow. If you're worried about Mon3tr, you can ask Shining and the others to help take care of him."

Roy turned to look at Mon3tr, who was sitting upright. She hadn't expected the topic to turn to her, and her expression was a bit silly. She looked up at the two of them, then lowered her head again, pretending to be in a daze.

"The day after tomorrow? Sure, I'll go back and prepare later." Kal'tsit nodded neatly. Since they had decided to contact Agor on behalf of the land civilization, they had to resolve it as soon as possible.

"Okay, that's all said and done. Anything else you want to ask?" Roy looked around at everyone present. No one had spoken up. Perhaps they were planning to contact him privately.

"Okay, since everything is fine, I'll go first." Roy nodded, and without staying for long, he turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

"Doctor, let's go." Priss took the doctor's hand and stood up first to leave the meeting room.

"Well, maybe it won't be long before we can see Lu again..."

The doctor's tone was full of eager anticipation. She had a better relationship with Lu than anyone else and was the one who most wanted to see Lu again.

"Mon3tr, come with me. I'll introduce you to the people who will take care of you next."

"No need, Kal'tsit, I can take care of myself." Mon3tr didn't want to trouble others, and he had already gotten used to living in human form, so leaving Kal'tsit was not a problem.

"..." Kal'tsit remained silent, her expression calm as she stared at Mon3tr. With her inexperience, she quickly lost the fight and obediently followed Kal'tsit out.

"It's good to be young..." Friston, the oldest, stroked his non-existent beard and sighed with his head raised.

Mon3tr's naive look reminded him of how his daughter used to cling to him when she was a child, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

But when he thought of his wife and daughter still lying quietly in the cold sarcophagus deep underground, Friston's eyes suddenly became lonely.

The Originium energy developed by Terran civilization is a drop in the bucket for the energy required by the Preservator Project. The technologically more advanced Agor might be an opportunity.

After learning about the predicament Friston was facing, Precious once hinted to him that he could call upon the sarcophagus energy of other compatriots and give priority to his wife and daughter.

To choose between abandoning his compatriots and saving his family, or to do nothing and watch all his energy deplete, is an extremely difficult decision for Friston, who is full of justice and responsibility.

"Let's wait a little longer... If the day really comes when we have to make a decision, I'm sorry..." A long sigh sounded in the conference room, and Friston, as the last person, stood up and left.