After yesterday's incident with Hindenburg, you were barely able to sleep when you returned to your private quarters. The weather may have been fine in the morning, but you still felt sleepy. Unfortunately, no one canceled your work with reports and documents, and you, wearing your trademark white uniform with a cap, trousers and patent black shoes, went into your office and sat down at your desk.

The sun was dazzlingly bright, illuminating the contours of the various buildings located inside the perimeter of the port. The cries of seagulls and the sounds of waves from outside the window are such familiar weather, but it still evokes a sense of peace and harmony inside you. It intensified even more when Sirius, one of the royal maids, entered your office after a soft knock.

"Good morning, my honorable Master. I made you tea and pudding". She went to your table and placed a cup of tea and a small plate of pudding on your desk. ".....Master, there's something wrong with your eyes. Didn't you get enough sleep?" She asked with a slight sense of unease.