The Disqualified Puppet - II

"Your timing is wonderful, Venna, come and assist me."

Anse's voice was light and airy, a stark contrast to the calm he had maintained during his conversation with Annelisa. Ravenna approached silently, noticing that he was meticulously carving an ether circuit.

"I've just conceived a rather intriguing notion."

The young Hydral looked up, glanced at Ravenna with a smile, and said warmly, "But I suppose the practical aspects are not quite my forte; it would be better suited for you."

"You are free to use the equipment here. Let me first explain what I intend to do—I think—"

"Ansel," Ravenna interjected softly, halting his speech.

"Hmm? What is it?" Ansel raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Could you do me a favor?"

Ravenna lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Ansel.

"This is indeed... unusual."