「In the resting lounge.」
Amidst the gaps in the flow of people, Enola sat quietly on the bench, her hands crossed and resting on the Knight's Lance across her knees.
Her pale golden hair draped over her shoulders, the tips fluttering with the wind, softly illuminated by the magictech lamp's gentle glow, her exquisite and flawless face resembling a figurine of a girl from some anime.
Many mechanics passed by her, their gazes filled with astonishment. Some brave souls even thought to approach and strike up a conversation, only to be deterred by the ice-like, indifferent aura she exuded.
And so, she kept quietly waiting for someone, seemingly unaware of the passage of time.
After an indeterminable while, the faint sound of a door opening echoed from afar.
What followed was the steady sound of footsteps.
Though faint amidst the loud, clamorous noise of the crowd, Enola easily distinguished those footsteps.
"Are you done?"
