The Most Dangerous Place Is the Safest Place, So I Guess Testing the Limits of Danger Is Pretty Safe

"So the mechanical masters from the otherworld will also be granted the right to take part in the effort to restart the Creator's legacy? And we need to hand over those important, dormant items and let them try to repair them? Is this truly the Creator's divine oracle, Your Excellency?"

In a luxurious parlor in the Green Shade Palace, Princess Fleur, radiant and striking, toyed with her golden scepter as she listened intently to Murphy's explanation. Frowning, she said:

"It's not that I don't trust our otherworldly friends, who walk alongside us in the Creator's light. But whether the Creator's legacy can be successfully restarted concerns the Empire's present and future. This isn't something I can decide on my own. I must report it to my father."

"Of course, I'm not asking the Sangheili to generously hand over their treasures. That would be improper."

Murphy nodded.

"Please report this to the Pharaoh. And let him know that my otherworldly scholars have already managed to restart one of the Creator's powered suits."

"?!"

The princess of the sea of sand and the priest Berdinos standing beside her immediately widened their eyes at those words.

Ever since the Creator withdrew his power, the most elite mechanical engineers in the Sangheili Empire had been working hard to restart the dormant relics. But they hadn't managed to restart a powered suit, and even repairing the Creator's simpler weapons was progressing painfully slowly.

For example, there was still a highly advanced automated machine tool in Origin Harbor that they hadn't managed to start. Hearing of the otherworlders' remarkable achievement left the princess and her fiancé stunned.

"Are you certain?"

The priest Berdinos asked gravely:

"It's not that I doubt you, Your Excellency, but Her Highness and I need to see it with our own eyes."