"Master, there are still three hours until departure. Will those people really board?" Helene, whose bearing had been refined by the maid corps of Black Swan Castle, asked properly. Integra merely smiled faintly and deftly disassembled two pistols, maintaining their internal mechanisms.
Unlike the high-waisted steam rifles and revolvers of this world, these two guns were automatic pistols that had yet to appear here. Their design resembled the Beretta M92F that Sno had been so fond of.
In his previous life, Sno had merely been an ordinary writer from a country with extremely strict firearms regulations. Even though he had looked up some information, he only understood the basic principles of automatic pistols and knew nothing of the Beretta's detailed design. Fortunately, the Machinery Expert trait granted absolute sensitivity toward machinery, while the Oracle trait provided computational power, allowing him to devise an even better design directly.
Amid soft metallic clicks, Sno reassembled Odell and Kaias, dark and blue-gold spirituality surging within them.
After slipping the pistols into the holsters inside her trench coat, Integra turned to Helene, who stood waiting at the side.
"Where's Lily?"
"She's outside eating seasonings." At the mention of Lily, Helene's face immediately showed a trace of disdain. Seeing her expression, Integra knew Lily had done something foolish again. She stood up at once and pushed open the bedroom door, only to see Lily seated before the coffee table in the living room. A pile of small dishes lay before her, and she was stuffing the powders, liquids, and pastes from different dishes into her mouth, then making bizarre faces—squinting, inhaling sharply, puffing out her cheeks, and more.
"Why are you eating that stuff?" Integra found Lily's foolish appearance amusing, but Lily answered with complete seriousness.
"Big cats... no, human tongues are too complicated, meow.