What thoughts were turning in Diana's Mind Core no longer mattered. What mattered was that Maggie and Modir had clearly made up their minds. Before long, several soldiers followed the old mage over from the camp, setting several man-portable Magic Cannons on the ground nearby, while Maggie ran into an open area and shifted into her dragon form.
Diana then watched as the soldiers began expertly mounting weapons onto the black dragon. They removed two armor plates near Maggie's Shoulder Blades, secured launcher bases and Rune Boards that could be directly activated with magic onto specially reserved universal bolts, then installed four sets of rails on either side of the Black Dragon's shoulders. Two other soldiers busied themselves around the Black Dragon's breastplate and wings, continuously fastening various Magical Devices onto the racks of the Iron Wings. Seeing how practiced their coordination was, Diana suspected these Cecilians did this sort of thing quite often...
"Are you sure you want to do this?" After holding it in for a long time, Diana felt her Mind Core calm down slightly and finally could not help asking the old mage Modir, "We still don't know what this abnormal starry sky above us is, nor whether Night Lady's arrangements carry some other deeper meaning. Launching an attack so rashly... isn't that too reckless?"
The old mage pondered for a moment, then looked earnestly at the Ironclad Head Maid before him. "Sometimes, taking a risk requires a little risk."
It took Diana half a minute to confirm that the old man had not misspoken. Her expression became even stranger than before. "This has already gone beyond the scope of 'a little risk,' Master Modir. I need a more convincing reason—while what actions Cecil takes are naturally your freedom, we are in the same area and