Have a Good Dream, Queen

In the underground space where the giant mech stood, immense, surging power flowed from the Silver Severing Dragon Tooth freed in his hand. Fang Ran listened as Ling, floating before him, spoke the name "Mechanical Soul," known only to a very small number of technologists, and fell into a brief daze.

No one knew what he was thinking at that moment. He raised his gaze and looked into Ling's eyes.

"So, Ling, you want me to use The Create to make that Mechanical Soul right now?"

"That's right. As long as we have the reason behind the 'qualitative change' that sets Ultimate Power apart from other mechanical creations, the rest will just be difficult problems with solutions."

For some reason, meeting the eyes of that idiot below who seemed slightly less idiotic than usual stirred the tides of Ling's "childhood" memories. She instinctively looked away, and her voice unconsciously weakened.

"Even if it fails, we can adjust the plan as soon as possible."

"Is that so."

Then Ling heard Fang Ran mutter softly, as if he had figured something out. When she turned to look, she found him already raising his head with an eager expression, asking her with the innocent look of someone who had not thought much about it.

"Then I'll start. Is it okay to do it here?"

"Wait a moment."

Ling spoke first to stop him, then looked to one side and spoke softly.

"Eir, initiate the scheduled procedure."

"Yes, Master."

A meticulous mechanical female voice sounded through the underground space. It seemed to be the Artificial Intelligence Ling used to handle the daily affairs of the Night Wander maintenance factory.

Yet the instant Fang Ran heard its name, he froze slightly.

Then, while he was distracted by the name "Eir," the machinery around him began