Not at all
"And this here is our magnum opus!" the man seemed to be quite ecstatic.
He'd led Mihael and Rose to one particular place, a military base just in the other corner of the city's central.
"Really?" Mihael stared through the glass door separating him and the storage below- "Doesn't seem all that impressive."
Below the glass, there were ships and people working on those ships.
"Looks wise they're boring but I can assure you, they're the finest vessel we've got."
There were men in coats all over the place. white coats.
Some wore uniforms; the army.
"How fast can they go?" Rose wondered.
And the demon, Ashurae had also followed the two.
"Almost 10 Percent of the speed of light," a man came over.
White coat. Glasses, grey hair.
Definitely proud, that's for sure.
"Not good enough," Mihael said. "That's hardly going to matter in three months," he said.
"Who is this kid?" The man asked-