The Lizardman, Vasen Lak Orazen, said, “Let’s talk about that walking castle.”

He neatly unfolded a piece of paper and grabbed a piece of charcoal.

“First…this castle has feet. How many did you say it had?”

“Twenty five.”

As the Elf, Theone Itimo replied, Vasen shook his head.

“Oh, I didn’t specify. The feet are divided into big, medium, and small ones. How many of each of them are there?”

From beside Thone, the Pangolin, Margo, said, “Well, there are 3 big ones, 9 medium ones, and 13 small ones.”

Vasen sketched the legs with light strokes.

“Are they roughly this shape?”

“Yes. Those are the shapes of the legs.”

“And these are whole pieces of metal?”

“Yes.”

Vasen properly drew the legs without saying anything for a moment.

He then turned to Theone. “You said you talked to the new gunpowder engineers that arrived, right? Did you ask them about what I was curious about?”

“Oh, yes.”

“What did they say?”

“That is…they unfortunately said that would be difficult. When they estimated the weight of the Moving Castle, they said it’s unlikely to be made of simple steel. It would have been made with the help of magic, or with technology beyond our understanding, so with...