In Eden Garden, Pandora's study.
Pandora sat upright behind her desk, holding a Goose Feather Quill as she calculated numbers on papyrus—this was the mathematical model for the second improvement of the Collective Magic Puppet.
Although the mathematical model from the first improvement could already be used, she and the Lich Old Man held differing views on certain specific details, and neither could convince the other. Therefore, she had decided to construct a perfect mathematical model from scratch and completely win over the Lich Old Man.
"Scratch, scratch, scratch..."
The tip of the Goose Feather Quill, dipped in black ink, glided swiftly and smoothly across the papyrus, tracing segments of lines, some fluid and some twisting, writing strings of numbers and mathematical symbols. The paper grew more and more crowded, nearly overflowing beyond its edges.
"Scratch, scratch, scratch..."
At last, one sheet was completely filled. Pandora expertly set the densely written papyrus aside, took out a fresh sheet and spread it before herself. She dipped the Goose Feather Quill in ink, ready to continue writing.
The quill tip descended, drawing closer and closer to the fresh papyrus. Just as it was about to touch it, it abruptly stopped.
Pandora blinked her large eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings before becoming still. She looked at the Goose Feather Quill in her hand, her brows drawing together slightly as a somewhat lost expression appeared in her eyes.
How strange.
At that moment, Pandora found it very strange. She did not know why, but though she had been full of drive and enthusiasm to perfect the mathematical model, she suddenly found it rather meaningless and could not summon any motivation at all.
Did she no longer want to convince the Lich Old Man...? No, she wanted to... but she simply