In the bottom cabin of the Future where it was pitch-black.
Frank Lee lit a candle which illuminated a table covered with flesh, mushrooms, wheat, and fish.
He casually pushed the items away and cleared out a space that was just enough to accommodate a piece of paper.
Right on the heels of that, he spread out a piece of paper, picked up a fountain pen, and wrote with an excited expression:
"My dear friend, Gehrman Sparrow, I'm delighted to know that you found the dry mushrooms to be pretty good. Perhaps it's more useful than I imagined it to be. When I'm free, I'll take another look at them.
"As I've been fully focused, in both body and mind, in the experiment you mentioned, I've already stopped all other creations. Most of the mushrooms have been burned away by Nina, leaving me with the last three. I hope it will be of help to you.
