One Beatrice Can Feed Half an Industrial District

No, were you Castels really this cruel? Even if you wanted to kill her, couldn't you just throw her off the airship?

Stuff her into a Steam Engine and burn her? Who used people as fuel?

Besides, she was covered in Pollution right now. Wouldn't she just break the Steam Engine?

Beatrice looked utterly bewildered.

But soon, she felt as though something was sounding beside her ears.

To be honest, she could not really understand it. It was not normal speech, but a combination of clashing gears, grinding shafts, and bubbling steam.

It was clearly just noise, yet she somehow sensed emotion within it. Well, a rather irritable emotion.

The Steam Engine was cursing terribly.

It was only a little bad-tempered. It liked spitting red-hot coal pellets at the stoker, and it liked singing with its steam chamber and whistle. It had never done anything bad, so why were they treating it like this?

For instance, it was extremely dissatisfied with the fuel the stoker had put in this time.

It was indeed Pollution, but its purity was not particularly high. Moreover, a tenacious will within it was stubbornly resisting the Pollution.

It was like finding that the fish on your plate was still struggling in its death throes while you were eating. It was more than a little unsettling.

And the stoker had even said it could not be burned, only that it needed help suppressing it.

What did they take it for? It was a Steam Engine, not a medical kit!

The Machine Soul was displeased.

The Steam Engine clattered and cursed, every gear and component expressing its dissatisfaction. It cursed the stoker, then the mechanic, and only stopped after Erwin promised to bring it high-purity Pollution produced in Castel.

Yet as it cursed, Beatrice in the boiler