Some Changes

In the southern part of the Mage District, inside the recently inaugurated Fielm Pictures, Fendil and the others watched the recruited Technical Personnel assemble those dazzling Magical Devices in the open space.

Eliven's attention could not help but settle on a quiet, gentle young girl in a plain coat, her long flaxen hair falling around her shoulders.

As far as he knew, the girl had only started working here today. She and her two companions seemed to have just finished their studies at the General Academy and had come to apply for temporary odd jobs. And... she could not speak. She was mute.

Yet this mute girl possessed astonishing knowledge of Magic-infused Machinery and could skillfully handle the tools, assembling complex Magic-infused Machinery with a proficiency no less than that of the Magic Industrial Technicians who were far older than her.

Fendil's voice suddenly came from beside him, interrupting Eliven's stare. "Friend, watch your line of sight. This little miss is still underage."

"...Damn it, Fendil, when did you become so vulgar?" Eliven could not help turning to glare at Fendil. "Did your mind lose control after leaving the ice and snow of the North?"

"I was only reminding you." Fendil raised both hands, wearing an innocent expression. "We should start discussing Fielm's script."

Hearing that, Eliven looked toward Fielm, who sat on the other side. The latter wore a somewhat helpless expression and pointed at the papers on the table.

"All right, let's figure out how to show the lives of all the immigrants aboard the Highlander through a series of scene transitions," Eliven said, waving a hand. "Honestly, if this part is handled poorly, the entire presentation will become unbearably long and dull..."

Pea lowered her head and swiftly, skillfully inserted the calibrated Rune Board into the base