Editing KSGU:Volume 7 Chapter 1 (section)

===Part 8===

Mineva suddenly sensed someone calling out for her, and lifted her head.

The mobile suit deck for any ship that was built looked all too similar. In this wide space, approximately 30m in height and 50m in width, the mobile suits docked in the hangar were lined up like Buddha statues. A lot of the machines’ paint was worn off, probably because they were involved in quite a few actual combat situations, and the welding sparks could be seen scattered. She could immediately tell that they were Federation mobile suits, machines with chiseled shoulders standing beside each other, and the emotionless eyes covered with goggles were staring at the wall over it.

''Am I thinking too much here? Mineva looked around, and let out a soft sigh. At this moment, a foreign looking object appeared in her sight, causing her to stop. At the only area where a perimeter was set up, the spotlight was on the horn of a certain mobile suit’s forehead, dazzling brightly—

“A black “Unicorn”…?”

There was a golden horn atop the pitch black shiny armor, and Mineva could not find any other appropriate vocabulary to describe it. Right beside it was the familiar white “Unicorn”, lined side by side with it, and the facemask giving off a certain regal presence was facing the space opposite it. the reason why it looked more slender as compared to the first impression was most probably because of the overly savage look of the black “Unicorn”. The pitch black machine with golden ornaments on the armor gave it an appearance beyond that of rigor. Unlike the “Unicorn”, which had a certain comforting harmonic feeling to it, it gave a feeling of indifference, not willing to communicate with anyone. it was most likely that they originated from the same place, and these two machines that could be called sister units actually looked so different…

''Since the “Unicorn” is here, Banagher should be somewhere inside this ship, right? Mineva again looked around, only to be greeted by a female voice, “Welcome, Your Highness Mineva Zabi.” She turned her face around, and found a middle-aged woman dressed in violet suit standing right in front of her, with several men awaiting behind her.

“I’m the substitute leader of the Vist Foundation, Martha Vist Carbine. The long journey has certainly been tough on you.”

The woman said this as she bowed politely; however, her condescending expression was completely different from her tone. ''This is the daughter of the Vist family who married into the Anaheim Electronics chairman’s family, and if I remember correctly, she should be Cardeas’ little sister.'' Mineva recalled the information that was investigated before she left Neo Zeon, and at this moment, the woman who called herself Martha took a step forward slowly, her thick perfume scent teasing Mineva’s nose.

“You’re really young and pretty. This is the inside of a battleship, but please relax, Your Highness, we’ll ensure your personal safety.”

“Does Senator Ronan Marcenas know about this?”

Once she was brought back to the mansion, Mineva did not have the chance to meet Ronan at all as she was jettisoned off to the plane and sent all the way here. She knew that the jet was sent over from the Vist Foundation, but she did not know what sort of dealing Ronan had with the Foundation, and she did not know the reason why she was brought onto this Federation ship at all. She realized that she did not know the name of this ship at all when she spoke up cautiously. “Of course.” However, Martha answered, her deliberate smile not wavering at all.

“We’re moving with the same objective as Senator Ronan. This should be your wish itself too, Your Highness.”

“My wish…?”

“We want to seal the “Laplace Box”.”

Mineva could not help but gulp, and Martha, upon witnessing this, turned her lips that were coated lightly with lipstick into a smile. “I heard that you left Neo Zeon for this reason, Your Highness. I can assure you that the “Box”, which will bring about disaster, will be set aside in a place nobody in the Foundation can touch, whether it was, is, or is to come.”

Martha’s gestures were indicating that this was an act, and when she bowed, her stare looked up at Mineva. ''This woman is dangerous.''—the latter’s instincts were yelling, making her body tense as she clenched her fists tightly.