After signing the debt agreements with Moonlight Marsh on behalf of her apprentices, GodDraw77 finally left.
Only when her figure disappeared from sight did Mistblade turn to Motor and say what she had been holding back. "Are you really sure it's only Cinnabar who hates you, and you don't care?"
Motor silently reverted to vehicle form. Its headlights, shaped like eyes, glowed with sorrow as it glanced at her—then it switched on auto-drive and rolled away.
Mistblade: "…"
She pressed a hand to her chest. "Ugh, I think my conscience just twinged," she confessed to her three remaining teammates.
Rita thought for a moment. "If it were me, I'd probably want the stronger base form. Skills can always be learned later, but the difference between Motor and Cinnabar's mech is too big."
"I'd pick divine gift," Maple Syrup said, shaking her head. "Only high-tier gifts grant attribute growth skills. Relying on random items bought off other apprentices to boost stats is way too slow."
