"As a mass-produced item, it is without a doubt a failure, but a good steed always reveals its true potential in the hands of a good knight, doesn't it?"
Mika was tuning the strings, the pleasant notes of the Contrer Guit reverberated against the cold armor, and the Countess revealed an unrestrained smile.
"So... let's go teach those tall, big dummies what 'Initial P' means."
Below the city walls, the metal giants that had been condemned to death and were awaiting execution were slowly rising, standing on the ancient streets. The figures wielding weapons looked formidable from afar.
