What emerged was not the broken girl they expected.
"Where is the Grand Mechanist? I need his heart to restart my own."
She stood on the executioner’s platform, not on her knees, but defiantly upright. Her wrists were bound not with rope, but with magnetic clamps designed to suppress "Arcane Resonance." The crowd—a sea of black coats, polished brass goggles, and expressionless masks—cheered.
Koutetsu no Majo Annerose
Annerose lifted her head. Rain dripped from the tip of her sharp nose and the curve of her lips. Her eyes, the color of molten copper, held no fear. Only exhaustion—and a flicker of rage that could melt steel.
The first words she spoke in ten years were not a thank you.
"No last words, filth," the Grand Mechanist sneered.
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