After Luke and Garnett snuck away, Alexia made a long stretch before taking to the table in the hall, unaware of the fact that she was being peeked at.
"Now, would you like to pack some more while you're at it"
Spread out on the tabletop was a single drawing.
A sketch depicting a single mechanical device from multiple angles is accompanied by professional descriptions and symbols.
I guess I can't understand the exact content unless I'm also a mechanical technician, but only the general function would be to pass on just looking at the sketch.
It is a device for lifting and lowering heavy objects, such as so-called cranes.
"Um... is this an ingenuity to put the ship down? It's what you use in that lake."
Layla peeks into the drawing over Alexia's shoulder.
Sometimes rough sketched but carefully drawn, anyone who knows the path into the third hierarchy can instantly understand not only the function but even the application.
Leila, who does not have expertise in mastery, describes function and purpose at a glance.
"A little more precisely, it's a coincidence to do (...) up (...) down (...) down (...)"
Alexia lowered her back to the chair and then looked back and smiled at Leila behind her back.
"You might think it's fine, but you can't just put it down this time. I need those adventurers down that vertical hole to come back on the same route for anything."
Using an underground waterway from the second tier to enter the third tier - this operation is only a positive move.
Prior to the entry from the fourth tier of the Fate, an outpost to bias Agate Lamb's consciousness and defensive system towards' entry from the upper tier 'and to make him completely unprepared for the Fate.
Therefore, this break-in operation assumes defeat from the outset.
"The people who use mechanical devices to get down to the third tier are about to (...) get intercepted over there. (...) Ku (...) It's your job to lose and all come back as safely as possible. Maybe it's more important to pull it up than to put it down."
"Oh well... right? I need you to get away with it..."
"It may be at your own discretion to make your life crude. Because other people's lives shouldn't be lightly crude. We need to make sure we can pull it up fast even if we have a chaser."
The amount of descriptions written in the drawings was much more than writing about the ability to lower the ship, a function for the prompt retrieval of the returning adventurers.
Even if the ship reaches the third tier and retreats after an interception as planned, it's not always easy for the opponent to miss it.
In the worst case scenario, you might even have to go backwards down the waterway under obstinate pursuit and escape to the ground in front of the chaser.
Alexia's drawings were also well considered in that regard.
The outbound route suspends the ship with tough metal wire (wire) and the return route leaves the ship in the waterway, pulling only the passengers forcefully and quickly with a winder (winch).
A literal means of escape, assuming that the injuries at the time of recovery are tolerated to some extent and escape as soon as possible from the imminent threat of Agate Lamb on the tip of the eyes and nose.
Of course, this is a means of taking into account the possibility of pursuit, and modest means of recovery in the absence of pursuit are also designed.
"Hmmm...... maybe if you're worried about going all the way to the chase anyway, you should also have a stopping device. Build a guy who can install it on a wall or something and mount it on the outbound route...... what's wrong?
Alexia noticed that Leila was staring seriously at her side and tilted her neck wondering if there was anything else she could do.
"Well... I thought it was amazing"
"Geometry and design have been planted since I was a kid. This kind of technical position can't be helped by skills alone, so I just have to study anyway..."
"No, it's not. I knew it would be amazing to be able to settle down like this for a big job where other people's lives were at stake... I just thought that way..."
"Haha, thanks"
Alexia put her pen down with a laugh and turned the chair, looking back at Layla's red eyes with her face up just a little bit.
"A mechanical engineer is something that carries the lives of others. My hometown was a multi-story city built up like a big building, a substitute that couldn't be built without skill."
Instead, Alexia smiled softly, adding that it might have happened because of her ingenuity.
"The hierarchy other than the bottom has to be ingenious and pump up water, and people and materials are lifted and lowered, so ingenious malfunctions are not a joke, they're life-threatening."
"Hey, I can't even imagine what..."
"I guess it's because I've grown up in that kind of environment. Skilled technicians are jobs that carry the lives of people who use the skill they make. That's the way it's supposed to be."
While the cases cited in the conversation are examples of malfunctions that shape human life, there are also cases where lack of performance is naturally life-threatening.
For example, as there is skill for emergency evacuation in the event of a disaster.
If that was made with inadequate assumptions and you couldn't make it to the escape and let the dead out, you could say that you have a great responsibility to the engineer, the designer.
Alexia didn't have to dare put it to words, she was always involved in development with those assumptions in mind.
"Besides, I guess it's big that I was acting as an adventurer. I knew it was big enough to know the crime scene. Luke, I can tell you I'm here now because I took care of you... Yeah, I knew it wasn't an exaggeration."
"Um... Mr. Alexia. I'm going to change my story..."
Unexpectedly Leila clouded her words so hard to say, and opened her mouth as she had decided to.
"Le, I thought you were evil as a man about Store Manager Luke!?
"No, not at all?
It was an immediate answer.
To Rayla's flashes, Alexia turned to a teasing, mood-filled grin, unlike the loving smile she had just had.
"I knew when I was thriving in love, I'd even care about someone else. But unfortunately, Luke, that's an immediate answer to your question, right?
"Yes... what, is it?
"As an individual, I respect you and I appreciate you. But we've never been in the same mood. There were times when I was sleeping in the same room, but not at all surprisingly. I mean, there's this kind of relationship."
"... so-called adult relationships, like..."
It seems to have added another color, another color of respect, to the eyesight directed at Alexia from Leila.
Alexia smiled bitterly, took the pen again and resumed writing to the drawing.