The corners of Lynn's lips curled upward as he said:
"Good. Well done."
Lynn had also decided that before leaving, he would build a Central Computer here in the Edge World capable of controlling this mechanical tide. Its processing power would certainly fall far short of his own, but being able to keep producing Mechanical Forces for this place would be enough to make up for their shortage of troops.
After all, taking so many Mechanical Units with him would only be a hassle. He might as well leave them behind as an easy favor.
And more importantly...
He could also use the Mechanical Units here to monitor the situation at any time.
"Then all we have to do now is wait."
Smiling, Lynn casually pulled a chair out of his System Space and sat cross-legged atop the enormous Flesh Leviathans, propping up his chin.
"It's about time we met that Eldest Miss, too. You know, I'm actually looking forward to it."
Aivier.
Back in that ancient Old World...
She had been the eldest daughter of the Violet Great Lord.
Time flew by.
While the Edge World's army handled the aftermath of the battle and rapidly rebuilt its defenses along the border...
Lynn waited at the source of the Nether Sea for the Eldest Miss to return, accompanied by the Seven Border Kings.
At last...
After who knew how long...
Far away, downstream in the Nether Sea, they spotted the figure of a woman submerged in the ocean of matter, rapidly approaching them.
"Eldest Miss!"
The moment they saw that figure, the Seven Border Kings lit up with excitement and called out from afar.
Lynn's gaze shifted.
The figure downstream in the Nether Sea gradually became clearer. Long azure hair, a pitch-black demon mask covering her face-who else