"... Anyhow, I got a bit heated there. Sorry about that, Christopher."
Alfred mumbled and sighed. Christopher shook his head at that.
"It is fine, Great Ancestor. It was my fault for getting enraged in the first place."
The emperor smiled wryly before changing the topic.
"You were saying something about the Tower, Great Ancestor."
"Ah, yes... Anyhow, the Tower of Babel is maintaining itself by infusing the shard with Helian's body in a constant manner. I am not that knowledgeable about how it works, though."
"Didn't you build the tower, Great Ancestor?"
"I only gave it what it wanted. I made the infrastructure and the interior, but the core was made by the Neura."
"... I see... Then how are you going to shut the core down if you don't know how it works?"