"Building a warship? You mean the Witch Battleship I'm thinking of?"
Senior Mia, who was merely curious at first, was suddenly stunned. She excitedly stood up, both hands pressing on the table, leaning forward with wide, round eyes that looked adorably dazed.
Of course, what shook the homebody witch the most was the sight of Senior Mia's bountiful harvest naturally falling due to her leaning position over the table.
Ah, what is blinding my eyes.
"Yeah, building a warship naturally means a Witch Battleship, what about it?"
Dorothy blinked rapidly, storing away the beautiful scene, then scratched her head, not understanding why Senior Mia was so excited.
"What about it? That's the Witch Battleship! The pinnacle of war alchemy in the Witch World. How could you mention it so casually, Little Fairy?"
Senior Mia was once again astonished by the talent of this treasured person she cherished.
