“Setting aside the lack of realism in the blueprints, what do you plan to do by building this ship? Do you just want a ship made of monster parts?”

“No.”

As if that would be the case! Anita denied vehemently.

“Really?”

“The sea is vast, right? But we’re only using half of it. Uh, so it’s the Hermoa Sea.”

The Hermoa Sea was a huge sea located to the east of Perseita and opposite Kaleita.

“You can go up to the north, but you can’t go to the south, right? Towards Kaleita.”

While saying that, Anita looked very closely at Lugh. She seemed to know that she was from Kaleita because she had read it in the newspaper. Anita found it cute and laughed.

“Yes, that’s right. You can’t enter from Kaleita to the Perseita Waters either.”

To the east, on the coast facing Kaleita, there was a barrier, but that barrier did not extend to the deep sea.

However, no one dared to come and go between Kaleita and Perseita through the sea. It was the Sea of Death. Instead of a barrier, monstrous creatures lurked there.

In Perseita, there was no information other than the map that Carlos passed down before building the barrier. They did not know in detail which sea monsters would emerge.

In Kaleita, they also avoided that sea like a barrier, saying that monsters made of malice emerged.

“So!”

Anita straightened her back and nodded vigorously.

“So, all we need to do is make a ship that can pass through the Hermoa Sea, right? If we ride on a very sturdy ship that monsters can’t penetrate, we can go anywhere! If we have only this ship, people from Perseita can go anywhere. Even steamships can’t penetrate it, so a ship made of monster parts should be possible. And by continuously processing monster parts while making this ship, I think we’ll acquire many other skills unknowingly.”

While speaking, Anita slumped her shoulders subtly.

“…It’s just a guess.”

“Not a wrong one.”

“Is that so? So please, if you have any monster parts, sell me even a little. Even something as small as the palm of my hand, no, even worse than that is fine. Here, there….”

Suddenly, she grabbed the backpack, skillfully took out the blueprints, and placed a heavy pouch of gold coins on her chin.

“It’s my entire fortune. Please, whatever it is, just sell me one. I beg you.”
Anita Tevid bowed without hesitation to the young countess, who seemed to be of the same age, and earnestly clasped her hands, making a request.

“Anita Tevid is a genius. The Eastern Alsmone Union is dealing with the shipyard where she works. She started showing talent in designing ships from a very young age, and it’s said that she can handle most steamships, including warships.”

A genius unexpectedly entered. Lugh briefly pondered on the report from the secretary working for the Flache Viscount.

Her parents, thinking that she might have a hard time working alone, assigned a lot of people to assist her. Moreover, Lugh’s mother, Milene Genesis, the wife of Viscount Flache, who had come to take care of the Pueruli estate near Shalea, was by Lugh’s side.

“What do you think, Mom?”

“Monster parts are tremendous materials. These geniuses are all eccentric, so when they get fixated on something, they charge in without considering things like politics at all. How did she seem to you? Did she seem like someone who used her head highly?”

“No.”

Impossible. Lugh shook his head. It was evident that she had come all the way without caring about anything other than the dream she wanted to fulfill. She had also been deeply saddened by the news that all the parts she had reluctantly put up for sale were sold out.

“Then, you decide on this matter. As I already mentioned, handling monster parts in our household is entirely your responsibility. If you want to do it, do it, and if not, give it up.”

His mother’s words, respecting whatever choice Lugh made, always boosted his confidence that he lacked.

“I tried to expand beyond the barrier.”

Milene nodded at her daughter’s difficult words.

“It seems impossible, so I thought about the sea.”

“We did that too.”

“I remember thinking about it then. I should report this to the Emperor.”

“Right.”

As Lugh got up to leave, he looked at his mother without saying anything.

“Mom?”

When called, she raised her eyebrows a bit, opened her eyes wide with an expression that asked why, and turned back. It was the same as when she was young.

“Thank you for always helping.”

“It’s nothing. It’s natural. Why are you saying such things?”

“So, I’m grateful for that. I’ll be back.”

“Take care of the carriage. Come back safely.”

Milene, who was about to say, ‘Don’t forget what your mother said,’ closed her mouth. She just watched Lugh, who shook hands and walked away, his hair blowing in the wind.

Siya and Bella, being so young, had developed a habit of repeating what they had said, but Lugh was not a child. He would surely remember the words his mother had emphasized about the Emperor.

“Ah, if only it weren’t the Emperor. Why does it have to be the Emperor?”

As a mother, it was a profoundly regrettable situation.