「A day later.」
In the captain's cabin of the flagship, the Fourth-rate Ship *Support*, part of the long-range fleet that had just departed the First Circulation Zone.
"This is... the cultivation method for artificial spices? Captain Byron, you've really obtained it so quickly?!! Was there enough time for the journey?"
Rear Admiral Elsie Newman, commander of the fleet, stared at the stack of *Spice Cultivation Manuals* Byron had placed before him and abruptly stood up. Holding the manuals, he walked over to the porthole. Bathed in sunlight, he meticulously examined each page, his eyes growing increasingly brighter.
"It's real. It's truly real. Even without experimentation, one glance at these detailed cultivation records reveals they're no fabrication. Mr. Byron, you've actually done it."
