The third month since the launch of the Kepler.
The weather was beginning to show signs of sweltering heat, but an office in the Tower of Stars was already abuzz with activity.
"Something's wrong." Poincare stared at the writing board before him. It was covered not only with equations written directly on its surface but also with numerous machine-drawn waveforms pasted onto it.
"What's wrong?" It wasn't just Kano asking, but also the other elders watching the live broadcast through the Communication System.
Poincare began his presentation, but the others quickly expressed their confusion, pleading with him to withdraw his divine arts... oh, no, to describe his findings in a simpler way.
"I'm already being as simple as I can be." Poincare raised an eyebrow. "For High Tier Casters, mathematics is a fundamental skill."
