Galahad sat at the table, carefully writing on a sheet of letter paper.
"I have been staying in Castel for several days now, and I must say, this truly is a wondrous land."
"The 'wondrous' here is not an exaggerated adjective, but my genuine feeling. When I first set foot on this island, I was even so shocked that I fainted."
"Everything here is beyond imagination. It can even shake my sense of self, leaving me unable to distinguish reality from illusion."
"Even now, as I write this letter to you, my heart cannot help but pound whenever I think of what I have experienced these past few days."
"They have steam engines here as well. They resemble those in our Rhine factories somewhat, likewise burning fuel and driving machinery. At first glance, they are merely ordinary steel, and even their structures are not much different. But once one looks closer and learns the truth..."
"I am ashamed to say that I can only use the word 'fear' to describe how I felt when I learned all this."
"Their fuel is the flesh and blood of evil gods—physical pollution."
"They actually stuff physical pollution into their furnaces and burn it!!!"
"I found it difficult to describe my shock at that moment. Once I learned the truth, I immediately took several steps back. It was a cowardly act, but what he said next only made me feel that I had not retreated nearly far enough."
"They used certain rituals to summon souls into their machines—not the mechanical spirits imagined by those lunatics of the Mechanical Cathedral, but real, tangible beings capable of communication!"
"--I once heard them describe those rituals. They were rituals for summoning some transcendent existence. God knows what exactly they summoned!"
"Then, through some unknown wicked art, they