Jin noticed Erza lying on the ground. He rushed to pick her up and found her face pale and her eyes filled with tears.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with you? Don't tell me you have a fever?
Jin's hand was placed on Erza's forehead.
"Oh."
"Well, ...... I don't have a fever."
"Oh, um..."
Erza became impatient. She had to speak up here.
"I don't mean that," she said.
A tear rolled down Erza's cheek.
"What? What's going on?
Jin was impatient.
"It was ......."
"What?"
"......, I didn't mean to do that."
What?
I didn't mean to tie up Jin. Just a little bit.
Just a little?
Just a little. ......
Erza asked herself what was going on. Then she realized. She realized that she had been lonely.
Jin is indispensable to her. Then, who am I to Jin? By asking ......, Elsa realized again.
"I wanted him to care about me. That's all."
She wanted Jin to turn his attention to her, even if it was only for a moment.
I wanted him to remember me, even if only for a moment, while I was making something.
I wanted him to remember me standing next to him.
I wanted to remember myself .............
"That's enough, Elsa."
Jin hugged her gently.
"I'm sorry I made you feel uneasy."
"Jin, my brother."
Jin guessed that Erza wanted to give Jin the brakes, even if only a little, because he was a crafty idiot.
In fact, he began to wonder what Erza would say when he started making something new.
"I think I told you before. I think I've told you before that Jin-bro is at his best when he's making what he likes. That's the kind of brother Jin I love the most."
Though her words were faltering, Erza conveyed what she wanted to say in her own way. And it was certainly conveyed to Jin.
I understand, Elsa. I don't know what to say back to you at ...... yet, but thank you anyway.
He knew that her feelings for him had been expressed in that way.
Jin held Elsa in his arms for a while.
Reiko, Edgar, and the old man watched them without saying a word.
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"......," he said.
"...... yeah."
Jin and Erza, who had turned red like a boiled octopus, started talking about spaceships again.
"At first, I'm thinking that we could build an experimental spacecraft that a mini-golem could ride on."
The mini golem is 10 centimeters tall and one-sixteenth the size. It would be advantageous in terms of materials and construction.
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"I know. I think I'll go with the little golem next, then the regular size, and so on."
The Little Golem is 40 cm tall and a quarter of the size.
What the "Mere Old Man" is saying is that a small model should have some characteristics that are not to scale compared to the actual size of the real thing.
For example, if you increase the size of a sphere by a factor of 10, its surface area will increase by a factor of 100 and its weight will increase by a factor of 100 The weight of the sphere is 100 times larger.
I had a similar problem when I made <> before. One of them is that weight increases by the third power and muscle strength increases only by the second power.
"It's not like a vehicle on the ground. Let's take it slow and easy. In the end, yes, I'd like a mothership with a diameter of about 1,000 meters."
"......!"
Erza gasped when she heard Jin's line. It was one world, she thought.
She could not imagine such a huge man-made object.
"Well, step by step, I guess."
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The old man had received Jin's specifications and had begun to draw up an approximate blueprint.
"Hmmm, I see. That's how it would work.
Now that the plan to build a spaceship has been materialized, the events on the ground suddenly seem trivial.
"Indeed, I wonder if looking down on Ars from space will change my mind a little."
"...... I don't think so."
I'd rather conquer it, Elsa said.
"I wonder if it's like that."
In the science fiction novels Jin had read in the past, there were many stories of humans in space who overcame their racial differences and united as <> to fight against aliens from other star systems.
"Well, that's not going to work out so well, is it?"
"Well, it's not going to go so well, is it?
"I'm starting to think that it's okay to leave the people who are fighting with us alone.
Jin is a technician by nature and hates to get involved in politics. He has no choice but to get involved because he knows people who are involved, and he would rather be making what he likes if he could.
I'd rather be making what I like if I could. ......"
I would like to use Makina to turn the whole battlefield upside down again, but now that Jin is acquainted with Makina, it would make things even louder around me.
The thought of why I should be bothered by such a thing is starting to rear its ugly head again.
"Brother Jin, are you worried?
"Hmm? Well, yes.
I'm sure you're wondering about it.
"Then, you should find some reason ...... to do so, a good reason."
A cause?
"A cause?" "Yes. If you are interested in it, it means that you want to touch it but you can't because you don't have a reason. Then you should have a reason."
The old man was impressed by Elsa's words.
There is practically nothing that can bind Jin, but he binds himself to himself.
And, by heaven's providence or mere coincidence, the was about to be born.
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Therefore, the engineers were working night and day to repair it, trying to make it as close to perfect as possible.
"Hmmm, we're almost ready to reboot the <... ...... looking forward to it."
Dajur Harvey continues to work, muttering to himself.
His eyes are bloodshot and dark circles form under his eyes from lack of sleep.
"......This means I have one more step to go, the last step," he says. Now it's time to bring back to life!
Dajjur, despite his fatigue, was working steadily and with firm determination.
He had finished connecting the last of the wires that would control the fortress.
"...... is done! Now if we can get the mana flowing, the will reboot.
He muttered to himself, and then lay down on the floor.
He immediately began to breathe in his sleep. His face is smiling with satisfaction.
Dajjal Harvey's skill was certainly evident in this regard. The of Fort Crowe has begun to work properly.
But that is not necessarily a good thing for those who are holed up in the fort.