Elliot stood where he was, his expression impassive.
He was controlling one of Elsa's corpses, which gave off a sweet fragrance as its [Honey Transformation] neared completion.
The mermaid was sniffing the sweetness of [Honey], and even the scales on her tail had begun to ripple gently.
Elliot's attention, however, was elsewhere. Controlling the vessel, he stared fixedly at a Card on the Difference Engine's surface.
[Incomplete Theresia]
"Theresia-"
Elliot's expression was more solemn than ever before.
Theresia the Steam Angel, the Bronze Sculpture in the Imperial Capital's Dome District, the master machinist who had defended Saint Clair alone during the Blood Moon Siege.
But that had been over a hundred years ago.
Besides, this world's history was nothing more than a little girl anyone could dress up as they pleased. Its recorded history was inaccurate, and there was no telling how much had been altered or erased. She should never have been someone from this era!
And-what was going on with her appearance?!
Elliot's gaze fell on Theresia's fish tail. It was a genuine tail, covered in azure
scales that gleamed with a metallic sheen.
Theresia was of royal blood, and the Royal Family had always been human.
Elliot looked at the longsword in his hand.
The sword he held had once been Theresia's. Its azure blade was sharp and light, slightly longer than usual-a good deal longer than an ordinary hand-and-a-half sword. Yet judging by its balance, it did not seem intended for a two-handed grip.
Could it be-
Elliot stepped forward inside the Warehouse and roughly gauged Theresia's height.
She was probably more than twice his height.
Elsa had been captured as a child and stopped growing. She was on the short side, not even a hundred and forty centimeters tall.
The mermaid before him stood a