The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

The sky was always blue, with the flow of the sun and moon completely unknown to the passage of time.

This place was in eternal daylight.

Elodie talked without knowing the time was passing, and perhaps she truly didn't know. That's the kind of world this was.

And while Elodie was busy chattering, I thought.

'...It's more fun than I expected.'

To be honest, I was prepared for boredom.

But Elodie, unlike her appearance, was quite the storyteller. Was it because she had talked to Frondier so much?

Her cute little face would smile this way and frown that way, the pitch of her voice moving elastically, and her little fingertips and toes stretching out.

It made me laugh, and I was getting immersed in the child's storytelling skills.