"Well, Captain. If you're really tired, you can go in and rest."

"You're worrying about everything... Just let me recover later with the Icarus Gear. Even if you say that, I'll do whatever I want later, you know."

"...Ugh."

December 2, Central Park, Manhattan, clear weather.

As the fighting around New York has reached a lull and the defense line has solidified, several people have gathered at the helipad in Central Park, which has become less crowded than before.

And in the meantime, there were now the idols of Central Park - sold out, of course - Lapland and Captain Farquason.

The sweet atmosphere made it obvious that they were a newlywed couple. Lapland was holding Captain Farquason's hand, smiling bashfully, and Captain Farquason, who had become slightly thinner than before, held Lapland's hand tightly with a bitter smile.