The Malfunctioning Core

"Honestly, I like this airship. I wonder if I could purchase one under my personal name?"

After completing the transaction, the Noble Manager held a crystal-clear goblet and walked to the broad observation window at the front of the reception room. Squinting contentedly as he looked down at the battlefield below, he gently swirled the scarlet wine in his gloved hand.

He liked this cruel spectacle, forged from the flesh and lives of soldiers—especially after concluding a massive transaction capable of influencing the Kingdom's fate. From this all-encompassing vantage point, he could appreciate the scene all the more.

The countless soldiers fighting desperately, heedless of death, seemed like insignificant pieces on a game board, amusing him with their lives. It gave him the near-delusion that he was a God.

"This airship is merely a prototype, and its stability still has some issues. If you are interested in purchasing one, we can specially customize one for you.

"The airship's size, internal layout, primary materials, exterior paintwork, and all other details can be customized according to your requirements. Naturally, the cost will vary depending on the specifications.

"An airship roughly comparable to this one would cost around one hundred thousand Empire Gold Coins."

Standing beside the Noble Manager, Anvis smiled faintly and calmly named the price, pulling the manager back to reality.

"Very good. I shall consider it. Of course, it would be even better if you were willing to offer me a private discount."

As he spoke, the Noble Manager turned back again, gazing at the battlefield below with fascination.

"Oh, look at those Elemental Flowers blooming upon flesh and blood! What magnificent fireworks! What enchanting Soul Songs! Once this battle is over, I imagine we'll be able to harvest a great deal of high-quality Necromantic Materials."

"If you have any