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That's not up to us.

The operators responsible for that are still talking over her case. Orchid said she'd have someone tell us in the afternoon.

Anyway, after a busy morning and all those examinations, it's time to find a place for Miss Perro to——

Hibiscus, Lava! Are you still not done checking out Miss Perro? If we don't leave now, we'll miss Dobermann's training! I'm going on ahead!

Huh?

Hibiscus?

Oh, what?

I thought you said got us out of Dobermann's class!

Huh? Uh, well....

I, er, I might have forgot...

Why didn't you say so earlier?

All I could think about at the time was helping Miss Perro with her checkup...

We're dead.

Let's go pick out a pair of coffins.

What are we gonna do?!

Okay, how about we take little Perro out now and give her to the first person who comes along? I just hope we can find them again after training.

That plan is a little...

Let's see you come up with one!

I'm not running laps around the bridge again.

And I bet you don't want to memorize anatomy textbooks while doing jumping jacks either.

Who would?!

Okay, fine. We'll do it your way.

I'll get her weapons. You deal with her.

B- but what about her mouthwash——

She already swallowed it!

Hurry!

Rhodes Island Landship

Outside Medical Examination Room 6

(There's someone!)

Blacksmith!

Can I help you?

Can you take care of this girl for a bit? We'll come get her right after training.

What? Girl?

These honey biscuits are her favorite. If she gets cranky, just give Miss Perro one of these.

Huh?

And don't let her have her weapons just yet.

Thanks!

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

Wait!

I'm sorry, Miss Perro. We'll be right back!

Aahhh! Only three minutes! She's gonna kill us!

Wah...

So, what's your deal?

Just take the biscuits. Eat them whenever.

You want me to carry your weapons?

(shakes head)

Good.

Come on. My workshop is this way.

Rhodes Island Landship

Vulcan's Workshop

Come on in. Have a seat.

If the forge gets too hot, you can go behind the partition.

Thanks (quietly).

Don't mention it.

Are you... a blacksmith?

I'm Rhodes Island's blacksmith. Codename Vulcan.

Vul... can...

Vulcan...

Vulcan... is... Minoan?

Yes.

Can Vulcan check my weapons for me?

I am not authorized to perform maintenance on unregistered weapons.

Sorry.

Oh...

Wahh...

(Although, the weapon she's holding...)

(It feels somewhat... familiar...)

But there's no harm in just taking a look.

Can I see that axe you're holding?

Yes!

Here you go!

Thanks.

(This is definitely Minoan craftsmanship. Brings back memories.)

(It's worn. It's been a while.)

(But it's been wiped down surprisingly clean. You're doing what little maintenance you can, at least.)

(The construction is solid. Doesn't look like it's too damaged. It would be like new after some basic touches.)

(Oddly, no chipping, no warping of the blade. Pretty low temperature steel.)

(The steel...)

(It's familiar... where have I seen smithing like this before...?)

Um, ma'am?

(Ma'am?)

(Whatever. She can call me that if she wants.)

On the axe, near the grip,

There's a word.

It's my name!

In Minoan!

I wanted to go to Minos, but it's a long walk.

No one I met could tell me my name. They could only tell me it's Minoan.

Since Vulcan is a Minoan, you must know how to read it!

Can you read it to me?

Let's see here.

(Good thing, it hasn't completely rubbed away.)

(These characters...)

(They're definitely Minoan.)

(In standard pronunciation, this would be...)

(Ce... O... Be...)

'Ceobe.'

Should be Ceobe.

Ce... O... Be...

Ceobe.