Time Skip: 1 Week After Visiting the Demon King


    Kieran''s steps echoed in the corridor, leading her to "Operations Room 1." The door before her, a blend of white and blue, slid open, revealing the room''s high-tech interior.


    She found Doctor Hiemer there, absorbed in his work on a watch. His appearance was unique: one lens of his sses was missing, showcasing a vivid purple eye, while the other was intact. His white hair added to his entric look.


    "Doctor Hiemer, is the watch ready?" Kieran asked. She was in a bit of a rush, needing to inspect some unusual monster activities on Earth.


    Doctor Hiemer, spinning in his chair, looked up with a mix of focus and enthusiasm. "Yes, Lady Kieran," he responded, making a final adjustment on the watch. "Just fine-tuning the calibration detector. And you wanted this bone fragment incorporated, right? Any special reason for that?"


    Kieran''s expression was resolute as she spoke to Doctor Hiemer. "Well, yes, I need to be able to track someone crucial when the timees. I managed to get a piece of him after ourst encounter, before the reset with the X virus."


    Doctor Hiemer, running his hand through his white beard, looked at her with an understanding nod. "I see, I suppose that does make sense," he said thoughtfully.


    Handing her the finished device, he added, "Here you go. And do be careful returning to Earth. The first visit was quite troublesome, wasn''t it?"


    Kieran, sping the device, replied hesitantly, "Y-yes." She then looked at him curiously. "Doctor Hiemer, do you have any memories from before you came here?"


    Doctor Hiemer, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, chuckled lightly. "Of course not. I woke up here hundreds of years ago, just like you. Though, considering my skills, I imagine I was quite adept at building and medicine in my past life."


    Kieran''s posture shifted subtly, a visible sign of her inner turmoil. "I see," she murmured, her head dipping slightly in a gesture of resignation. "Weird question, I know."


    Doctor Hiemer, attuned to these small changes, responded with aforting tone. "Don''t fret over it too long, Lady Kieran," he advised, his voice carrying a weight of wisdom gained over centuries. "In this holy world, I''ve found it''s often best to keep an observing eye. Speaking out isn''t always necessary, if you understand my meaning."


    Confusion flickered in Kieran''s eyes, but she nodded, a faint smile gracing her lips. "I think so, thank you, Doctor." She offered a sly bow, a mix of formality and personal gratitude, before turning towards the door. It closed with a soft click, sealing away the quiet of the room.


    Left in solitude, Doctor Hiemer leaned back, his gaze lingering on the ceiling. The stillness of the room seemed to echo his thoughts. "You poor girl," he whispered, his words filled with a blend of empathy and sorrow, lingering in the air long after they were spoken.


    As Kieran retraced her steps through the corridor, her thoughts were interrupted when she unexpectedly bumped into Aurelius. He stood out distinctly in his unusual attire: a fancy shirt adorned with flower petals and dark sunsses that seemed oddly out of ce.


    Kieran couldn''t hide her curiosity. "Sir, what''s with the new attire? It''s, uh, different?" she inquired, her tone a mix of surprise and intrigue.


    Aurelius, seemingly unfazed, replied nonchntly. "Oh, you''re still here? I thought you were coordinating your return to Earth to inspect for tampering and monster appearances?"


    He adjusted his sunsses casually. "Also, I''m on vacation, though I''m still working on restoring a. Just came back for my sword. Don''t worry too much about it."


    Kieran, still trying to process his unique fashion choice, responded. "Yes, sir. I took some extra time to learn more about the. Doctor Hiemer helped me build a device for tracking monsters and navigation."


    "I see," Aurelius remarked, already turning to leave. "Well, I''m off. Don''t get your ass kicked again down there. You wouldn''t want to tarnish the name of the Angelic Race."


    He strode away, leaving no room for further conversation. Kieran watched him go, a slight urge to chuckle bubbling up at the sight of him in blue jeans and a floral shirt. She quicklyposed herself, mindful of not provoking his anger.


    Kieran shook off her lingering thoughts about Aurelius and his peculiar attire, refocusing on her mission. She made her way to the coordinators'' office. As she approached, she could hear the muffled sounds of a heated discussion from within. The office was bustling, with a group of four coordinators engrossed in paperwork, some of them engaged in a debate over the fate of variouss.


    She knocked on the door, causing the coordinators to turn their heads in unison, startled by her sudden presence.


    One of them, distinguished by a captain''s badge that read "Lead," addressed her. "What can we do for you, ma''am?" he asked with a mixture of surprise and formality.


    Kieran, with a respectful nod, replied, "Hello, Lead coordinator. I''m here to collect my inventory for Earth and enough supplies tost a few months. I''ll be conducting an investigation there."


    The Lead coordinator recognized her immediately. "Oh, you must be Kieran. The Earth in the mortal realm was long overlooked, with no recent monster activity reported. But after your request, we had one of our newer members re-scan the. Surprisingly, there have been dozens of anomalies. The radio device even returned error codes in some areas."


    In the coordinator''s office, papers were strewn across desks, a testament to the ongoing debates about the fate ofs. As Kieran knocked and entered, the arguing ceased abruptly. Four coordinators, each buried in their work, looked up in unison, their expressions shifting from focus to surprise.


    The Lead coordinator, identifiable by a badge marked "Lead," straightened up in his chair. He adjusted the tie on his white shirt, a contrast to the room''s chaos. "What can we do for you, ma''am?" he asked, his tone professional yet weing.