Sonetto: Yes, all is well.
Sonetto: Those dolphins sent us to the other side of the currents.
Sonetto: And one more thing, captain, and I'm asking this with no ill intention. Errrr, may I know your lineage?
The blue flower gently conveys the answer back to her.
Sonetto: Thank you. I wish your next mission would be trouble-free, too.
Sonetto sighs softly in relief and turns the knob back to the original position.
Sonetto: The members of the Razor Squad are all humans.
Vertin: It's clear then.
Vertin: "Real numbers" refer to arcanists, and "imaginary numbers" mean humans.
Lilya: Then what is the rest of this nonsense?
APPLe: Sonetto, Vertin, and this APPLe are "integers."
Ms. Radio: While Ms. Lilya and I are "fractions."
Lilya: Don't bother asking, I am pureblood.
APPLe: This APPLe is also made of pure apple juice.
Ms. Radio: I only consume 1.5V DC.
Vertin: So it's not determined by our lineage, or Regulus would have been an integer, too.
Regulus: So why on earth am I the irrational number?! Why only me?!
Regulus: Unfair! I demand the ruling be changed!
Lilya: Shut up. We grappled hard to get you on this island.
Lilya: So you have no choice but to stay in the worst guest room.
Regulus: You call this a guest room? A cell, more like!
The cell is left unlocked—so clearly some vestige of human rights and dignity remains on the island.
Regulus shakes the railing as fiercely as if England had just lost the World Cup.
Ms. Radio: Perhaps this piece of news will cheer you up.
Ms. Radio: "We are prisoners in the world, and our body is the cage of the soul ..."
Regulus: Cut me a break. Might as well play us some rock music.
Her chief mate appears calmer than the captain still wrestling with her fate as much as the railing.
APPLe: Hmm, seems the residents on this island venerate integer numbers.
APPLe: And irrational numbers, or non-terminating, non-repeating decimals, cannot be represented as the ratio of two integers; hence, they are discriminated.
Regulus: No, no, no. Who are they to judge and decide me to be the irrational number?!
Regulus: I, I was the only person who didn't cause any damage to the Foundation in the previous protest!
Regulus: Woo-ah! Why do I get to have the worst of both worlds ...
Sonetto: I've requested information from Ms. Moissan about Apeiron. But it will take some time for the files to come in.
Sonetto: The captain of the Razor special operation squad told me this might be a settlement of a group of arcanists who have been long cut off from the world.
Sonetto: Unlike other unregistered arcanists, these people chose not to live alongside the humans. They still lead an ancient arcanist way of life and follow the old customs. We must be meticulous when getting in touch with them.
Vertin: But they use modern mathematical terms, and that girl talked about Kaprekar—he was an Indian mathematician active in the first half of the 20th century.
Vertin: I think they are not living in complete isolation. They are still in contact with the outside world.
Vertin: ...
Vertin: This place wouldn't be affected by the "Storm," just like the Olitiau base, Foundation headquarters, and my suitcase.
Vertin: The travel notes in 1999, Manus Vindictae showing up in Olitiau's base, the "Storm," or Emanation ... They must be somehow connected.
Vertin: And we'll find our answer here, I think.
Lilya: Very energetic, captain.
Lilya: By the way, how come nobody is here to welcome us?
Lilya: They wouldn't suddenly decide to detain us all just because we have an irrational number here, right?
37: I'm with you all the time.
A reluctant figure walks out of the shadow in the corner.
37: 6 asked me to welcome you.
Regulus: Ah, scared me again. What were you doing hiding in the corner?!
37: Because it seemed you were in the middle of proving a conjecture.
37: According to the scripture, disturbing others when they are giving proofs of their arguments is as sinful as eating beans.
37: I don't want to be bound to the rocks of the Caucasus Mountain and have vultures eating my eyes after my death.
Sonetto: Eating beans?
37: Eating beans is the sin of sins.
37: The biggest, worst, and ugliest crime. People eating beans will never transmigrate. They deserve nothing but eternal punishment.
Regulus: Whoa, are you serious? Is this rule only for soybeans? What about broad beans? Snow peas? Chickpeas?
Regulus: And what does it say about other bean-based products?
37: Beans are beans.
Regulus: Haha, you're funny. This doesn't even make sense! By this logic, aren't the coffee drinkers going to rot in hell?
Regulus: I happen to have a box of coffee beans in my bag.
The Rockin' Pirate produces her treasure and waves a single bean around her mouth, looking for a reaction.
Regulus: If I put one coffee bean in my mouth, will the vulture get me right away?
37: No way!
Regulus: Whoa, easy, mate! Do you wanna get physical? This Pirate is not scared of you!
The coffee beans are knocked over. Some restless, small figures start to rustle in the shadows.
???: —!
Regulus: That's not fair! The critters are coming to your aid!
Vertin: This is not good. We need to separate them.
COMBAT
Regulus: Let go! Let gooo! What are you, a dog?!
Regulus: Vertin! Sonetto! Lilya! Get her off me!!
37: *@#%￥#…
???: Huh?!
???: What is going on here?
???: 37, let go of the guest's head, now!
37 sticks out her tongue and lets go of Regulus reluctantly.
She returns to the corner, giving the floor to the rest of them.
???: Sorry that I'm late.
Sophia: I'm Sophia, the Corrector of Apeiron. I will take over from here.
Lilya: Oh, finally, we have an ordinary person here.
Sophia: Please, let's talk on the way to the outside.