"It's finished. With everyone's help, it's finally finished."
Bronya wiped away her sweat.
Forged from superalloy, plated in gold, equipped with a high-energy particle projector—it would transform into a longsword when fully deployed.
To be honest, Seele had never seen Sister Bronya this happy before. Her pale gray eyes narrowed slightly, and the bloodshot veins and dark circles beneath them were obvious. She gently patted her cheeks, ran both hands up along her smooth skin, rubbed her eyes, and yawned.
"I'm so tired—"
In the past, Bronya would never have made such an emotional remark.
It was simply unbelievable.
Perhaps she regarded this task as so important that she had completely lost her usual composure, which was why she let out such a heartfelt sigh after finishing it. Seele had no choice but to say she completely understood.
These were all minor matters. As long as Sister Bronya was happy, that was enough.
Bronya lightly twisted the handle of the spatula. The fully deployed longsword retracted, turning back into a perfectly seamless spatula with a gold-plated exterior.
"Sister Bronya, why gold?"
Seele asked curiously. She felt that Bronya's aesthetic sense had suffered a cliff-like decline, though she did not know whether St. Freya's art teacher was to blame. Bronya merely shook her head at that and refuted the idea.
"If it's plated gold, people's eyes will only linger on the exaggerated color and won't notice those functional seams."
"Ah... so that's how it is."
Seele nodded and looked at the utterly ordinary golden spatula.
She thought of a Shenzhou cartoon she had watched at the orphanage long ago, about a chef collecting eighteen golden cooking utensils. This spatula gleamed with golden light and really did resemble the golden spatula among those eighteen utensils.
Bronya found a gift box and sealed