Halfway through her words, Ravenna suddenly denied her own words.
"…No." She murmured thoughtfully, "According to your idea, maybe…"
"I've thought of a name, let's call that thing…mechanical armor!"
The young Hydral spoke in a light and joyful tone: "What do you think, Ravenna?"
At this moment, his expectant look, as if fantasizing about something, really looked like a thirteen-year-old child.
"That thing." Ansel put his hand on Ravenna's shoulder, smiling brightly:
"It will definitely take you to the high sky where you can encompass the world in your eyes."
"…"
Ravenna's interlaced fingers trembled slightly, she who had been immersed in thought was temporarily pulled out of her thoughts by these words. She looked at Ansel's hand on her shoulder, was silent for a while, and said:
"But why… is it a weapon again?"
"Well… it doesn't necessarily have to be a weapon, it can be an exploration tool, right?"
