A floating Clockwork City, roaring machines, and quartz patterns gleaming on the bodies of worldbreakers. This was Cervantes, a world that seemed technologically primitive, yet possessed extraordinary power.
But even in such a world, the boy named Veillette Ark was still pursued by loneliness.
The pain of having no one understand or support him had tormented him for half his life. Fortunately, he was a genius mechanic, and he would build himself someone he could trust.
And so...
"Good evening, Vivienne." With a trembling hand, the boy caressed the pale cheek of his creation. The being he called Vivienne responded just as he had hoped.
"Good evening, my creator."
That was what Vivienne said.
