3 PM, Celestial Capital, Cecil Laboratory, Third Assembly Department.
The skeleton of the machine god stands in the center of the workshop, researchers directing a coat of gold, representing good fortune, to be painted on its armor. At the other end of the workshop lies a newly completed feather assembly, with a dozen underworld figures standing before this lightest burden that could crush them, their faces as dark as pot bottoms. The Seventh Knight holds a fairy tale book, her smile pure and flawless, with the sound of wind swirling beside her.
"Mr. John, please concentrate~" Orianna smiles sweetly, "The power of blessing and luck often strongly links with sincere goodwill towards others. Think of the fairy tales you read as a child, and fill your heart with truth, goodness, and beauty!"
