The Self-Crashing Miss Ziegler - I
"The fluctuations of the ether have diminished," Ansel sipped his wine, "It appears the cleansing has also concluded... Venna's floating cannons are indeed well-suited for deployment in such scenarios."
Even without observing or listening to what exactly transpired on-site, the two future deities seated here could sense the changes occurring in that region.
Or rather... despite not looking or listening, their perception remained fixated there—Evora was simply impatient, while Ansel was more cautious.
Suellen clearly did not understand her sister well enough. For Evora, there was never anything beneath her consideration; if she desired to do something, she would undoubtedly pursue it.
"Speaking of floating cannons... How is the mass production of your floating cannons progressing?" Ansel turned his head towards Evora.
"Not bad, I currently have twenty thousand units."