"I say... Mr. Fang Zheng, aren't you going to stop him?"
Looking at the Chief of Shaping Type laughing heartily as he greeted others, Eiriri couldn't help but pull Fang Zheng's sleeve and whisper her inquiry. She didn't know what status the elderly man with the wild scrubby beard had, nor was she well-versed in the essential conditions for space travel.
But even without having eaten pork, she had seen pigs run; in the Quality World, Eiriri was considered well-traveled and aware that humanity stepping into space wasn't something simple, and... a cannonball! Wasn't the old man worried about dying the moment he was launched?
"What can I do?"
Fang Zheng spread his hands helplessly.
"You can use your warship to send him up, right? Since the old gentleman merely wants to see the universe, it would be the same if you sent him up with your warship."
"It's not the same."
