"Good day, Your Highness," she adjusted her glasses, a rare display of courtesy, "I didn't expect to see you at the Tower of Babel."
"I've had some free time recently, so I thought I'd check on Hendrik's progress."
Evora casually blew on her nails, "We were just discussing you — actually, the production of the second-generation floating cannon is much slower than I anticipated."
Ravenna furrowed her brows slightly, "The actual production is coordinated with the Alchemy Association, what does it have to do with us?"
"But the Alchemy Association claims that the design itself has inherent flaws that prevent mass production."
The princess's eyes narrowed slightly, her crimson lashes fluttering like sparks, causing the temperature in the office to rise significantly.
