On the evening of March 14th, in the office on the third floor of City Hall.
Moer and Valen were sitting on the sofa flipping through a stack of blueprints with somewhat hasty handwriting, while Lide sat across from them, with Harrison standing behind him, his back to the dim light.
Outside the window was the sparse sound of the wind blowing through the trees, and within the room was the crisp sound of papers being turned.
Lide looked at the blueprints he had transcribed himself, with a rather subtle expression on his face.
"Valen, are these bomb-carrying armors of any use?"
The Forging Master of about 1.5 blades in height, the Dwarf, shook his head then nodded, looking at Lide with an expression of wanting to speak but hesitating.
"City Lord..."
"It's okay, just say it."
After getting Lide's approval, Valen somewhat relaxed and then spoke.
"These bomb-carrying armors are undoubtedly very precise and must have taken countless people a lot of effort to design.