"If there's anything you don't understand, just ask the Machine Soul. Its temper might not be the best, but it's not bad at heart."
After saying that, Galahad tossed Nora toward the artillery compartment.
Nora traced an arc through the air and landed inside the self-propelled artillery cannon.
The hatch closed, and darkness fell before her eyes.
Nora froze for a moment. Galahad had not explained how to connect, but then she thought about it—wasn't she already inside the cannon? The Machine Soul was in charge here.
Although Nora had learned quite a few things at Castel, she had not dealt much with Machine Souls.
Mainly because she only had a head left. She could only study theoretical knowledge and had no way to practice, so naturally she had never encountered a Machine Soul.
Closing her eyes, Nora used her will to connect to the Sea of Unconsciousness. She felt herself gradually floating upward as an unfamiliar consciousness appeared around her.
It looked at Nora with some curiosity. After thinking for a moment, Nora decided to greet it. "Hello, I'm Nora, your pilot."
A wave of will rippled toward her. Nora had heard of how stokers communicated with Machine Souls, which involved more words and actions, but now she had directly merged with the Machine Soul, communicating in a far more wondrous manner.
"You... why are you missing parts?"
"Parts?" Nora was taken aback. What parts?
"You have far fewer parts than others. Where are your arms and legs?"
Nora's face darkened. "I left them in the Northern Territory and forgot to bring them."
"I see."
The Machine Soul accepted the explanation of "forgetting to bring one's arms and legs" remarkably well.
Or rather, for a mechanical existence like it, forgetting to install arms, legs, and a body was easier