‘Secret’ Society

'This engineer is a true genius.' Compass Carburettor thought, smiling as he asked, "How long would you need to make it?"

"How many do you need? And who would be the one using it? I'll need to make them efficiently based on the weight of the person using them. So, the time I need might vary accordingly," The engineer replied.

"Only the two of us," Compass Carburettor pointed at himself and Duchess.

"Then, let's measure your weights." The engineer said, pointing them towards a contraption in the corner. Once their weights were measured, he concluded, "Give me three days, and it would be done."

"T-Three days?" Everyone except the engineer and his assistants gasped in shock, unable to make sense of it. They wondered if the engineer was simply screwing around with them. Though, upon sensing the emotions in the Mental Energy stream trailing from the engineer towards him, Compass Carburettor shuddered, realising that the other party was calmly stating a fact.