Early the next morning.
Elsa, feeling a bit upset due to the unexpected news of the loss of the SkyNet core, disconnected from the Icarus body.
As a stream of soul data was transmitted, in the bedroom, Elsa reopened her eyes, sat up straight, and the angel's ring resembling a crown reappeared above her head.
"Oh well, these sorts of things are naturally for the Alliance apostles to worry about, it's not for me, the leader of a rebellion organization, to trouble myself with. I hope those guys will find that runaway core soon."
The angel girl shook her head; she walked into the washroom to freshen up a little, looked at her face in the mirror, and finally sighed in relief after confirming that no trace of worry was left on her face.
She didn't want to bring those troublesome matters from outside back home, bringing them into this new nest of love she shared with Dorothy.
"I should go prepare breakfast for Dorothy."
With this thought, she pushed the door open and walked out.
