I was engrossed in creating.
Half of it was moving things over, and half was original work.
Oh no~
It really was interesting!
And everyone knew it.
Once the Heroic Spirits truly began descending,
the entire world would change.
The situation being built up now would seem to take a sudden turn for the worse, becoming even more tense.
Therefore.
Even though various plans had been considered bit by bit before—who should appear first, and which script would be better—
they had merely piled up in front of them.
In the end, they still had not begun.
Besides, this sort of thing absolutely could not be outsourced. They could not even afford to let word leak out internally.
The only people they could trust were those who had come down together from the Ark.
As a result, many employees had noticed that the old-timers, and even the company founders' faction, had been growing increasingly active lately.
They were busy.
No one knew what they were busy with.
Strictly speaking,
the plan for the Heroic Spirits' descent had already been laid out for twelve or thirteen years.
That was long enough, right?
But!
To them, whose lifespans were infinite,
it was still merely a blink.
They would come back to themselves absentmindedly... Oh, so much time had passed already. It was this late already...
That was how it felt.
To look forward to the script for the Heroic Spirits' descent and bring about the most amusing entertainment,
what did a mere twelve or thirteen years matter?
In the end!
The truth was that Little Griseo and the others—Little Griseo in particular—had simply lost much of their interest in creating things from the Type-Moon side.
That was why she suddenly looked up and began considering the next stage.
Otherwise, if she became