After explaining everything, Paul leaned back slightly and said, "Alright, you can go…" His hand reached into the spatial bag, retrieving a bottle of magic ink and his pen.
Just as he was about to start drawing a rune, Renya's eyes caught something on the desk—a detailed sketch of a long runway and a control tower. Her gaze sharpened instantly.
"Wait a minute, Prince…" she said, narrowing her eyes with suspicion.
Startled, Paul looked up. "What?" he asked, confused by her sudden tone.
Renya pointed at the paper. "Can I see that sketch?"
Paul's expression stiffened. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he quickly snatched the sketch and tried to slip it back into his spatial bag. "It's nothing," he muttered, avoiding her eyes.
But Renya raised her voice. "Stop!" she said firmly, holding out her hand. "Let me see it."
Cornered, Paul sighed in resignation. "This… this is nothing…" he mumbled, handing the paper over reluctantly. "I forgot to put it away…"
Renya took the sketch, unfolding it carefully. Behind her, Liora leaned over with curiosity, peeking at the paper from the side.
"Uwahh… Prince, you drew an airplane base!" Liora exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement—clearly reminded of what she had seen earlier in the Magic Illusion Device No. 1.
Renya, however, was not amused. Her expression turned sharp as she held the paper up.
"Prince… what is this for?" she asked coldly.
Paul glanced at her, then turned away with a guilty smile. "We… we also need something that flies fast, right?" he said in an uncertain tone, scratching his cheek awkwardly.
"So… hehe… I thought, why not?"
Hearing Paul's excuse, Renya's expression tightened. A hint of heat rose to her cheeks—anger, restrained—but she exhaled slowly, forcing herself to stay calm.
"You know…" she said, voice sharp but measured, "your subway project isn't even underway yet. And now this?" She jabbed her finger toward the sketch of the runway. "A runway? Really?"
Paul met her eyes with a hopeful gaze. "But… you know we really need it," he said quietly, as if trying to soften her mood.
Before Renya could answer, Liora cheerfully added, "Fly to the sky!" while raising both of her arms overhead with a bright smile.
But the moment Renya turned her head to look at her, Liora's excitement vanished. She froze, quickly lowering her arms and covering her mouth, as if caught doing something naughty.
Renya turned her gaze back to Paul, sighed deeply. "Alright… wait here."
She then looked toward Alice, who was still monitoring the Magic Illusion device nearby. "Alice," Renya called out, her tone firm and commanding, "call all the maids here. Now."
Alice stiffened, startled by the sudden order. "Y-Yes, Miss Renya!" she stammered, giving a quick salute before hurrying off toward the back of the house.
Five minutes later, all the maids had gathered in the room—except for Anna, who remained at her post guarding the radio. Paul stood by the window, clearly flustered, pretending to admire the garden scenery. Beside Renya, Liora peeked up at her with sparkling curiosity, while Renya took a deep breath and faced the maids.
"The Prince wants to start another new project," Renya announced, her voice dry and laced with playful exasperation.
The maids collectively blinked, then tensed. Gasps followed.
"Another one…?"
"Again…?"
"Oh my…"
Renya calmly placed the sketch on the table in front of them. "Here's the draft."
The maids leaned in, crowding the table. Whispered reactions filled the room:
"Impossible…"
"Is this serious?"
"This scale… is insane…"
A few exchanged pale, nervous glances as they carefully analyzed the complex lines and technical runes etched across the blueprint.
After a long silence, Liselotte, always the composed one, raised her hand slightly. "What kind of plane are we aiming to make?" she asked, a note of honest curiosity in her voice.
Renya didn't answer. She simply turned toward Paul and smiled mischievously.
The maids followed her gaze. So did Liora—eyes wide and twinkling with awe.
Paul, still pretending not to notice, kept looking out the window.
Renya let the silence stretch just long enough to make him squirm, then coughed lightly. "Uhum-uhuk."
Paul finally turned around, saw all eyes locked on him, and sighed in defeat. "Hah… okay, okay. I give up," he muttered, raising both hands.
He walked over, grabbed the main sketch, and slapped it gently on the table. Bold letters across the top read "SECRET".
The room exhaled in relief, and even Renya chuckled. Liora beamed brightly, bouncing slightly on her feet.
Still looking a little embarrassed, Paul pulled out two thinner folders and placed them next to the main sketch. "Actually… we're only building two models. Just two types," he mumbled.
The maids opened them, revealing detailed schematics. Whispers quickly broke out again:
"Oh, the engine series…"
"Look at this internal framework…"
"Has this version already been modified…?"
Curiosity quickly replaced doubt. The atmosphere in the room shifted as minds shifted from shock to fascination—once again swept into the whirlwind of the Prince's ambitious imagination.
As the maids clustered around the table, still murmuring and pointing at the unfamiliar engine sketches, their confusion hadn't fully lifted.
Renya tilted her head slightly, then looked at Paul with a sweet but knowing smile. "Prince, you know… we've only been in that illusion world for a little while. We didn't get the chance to study everything deeply. So," she leaned forward with a gentle tone, "can you tell me exactly which plane is supposed to use this engine?"
Hearing that, Paul scratched his cheek, then reached into his spatial bag. "Alright, alright. This is just a design for the '98 Mosquito'." He pulled out a folded blueprint and opened it on the table.
The moment they saw the streamlined, twin-engine design, several maids nodded in recognition.
"Ohh, so the design's already done…""That's good.""Means we just need to prepare the materials, huh?"
Their tone was noticeably more relaxed now, almost relieved.
But Renya, still unconvinced, narrowed her eyes. "And the other plane?" she asked sharply, voice losing all softness.
Silence fell again like a sudden wind.
All the maids turned their eyes to Paul.
Paul, clearly nervous now, chuckled awkwardly. "Y-Yeah… it's… the same model… just a bit… bigger…" he trailed off, not quite convincing anyone.
Renya's expression hardened. "Show it."
Paul sighed, surrendering to the inevitable. "Okay, okay…" He reached once more into the spatial bag, pulled out another thick sketch roll, and spread it open across the table.
The blueprint was massive—long, wide wings, and not just two but six engines mounted across the wingspan.
The room went quiet.
Maids stared at the unfamiliar beast of a machine, brows furrowed and expressions shifting from confusion to unease.
"It looks… wide…""Six engines?""That thing must be huge…"
Renya said nothing. Her golden eyes narrowed further at Paul, the gears clearly turning in her head.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a soft voice cut in.
"Prince…" Hilda, one of the quieter maids, had raised her hand.
Everyone looked at her.
She stepped closer, squinting at the sketch. "Isn't this… the Me 323 Gigant?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her tone.
Hilda stepped forward, pointing at the large blueprint. "Isn't this… the Me 323 Gigant?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, curiosity lighting up her face.
Those who recognized the name immediately responded.
"Ah… no wonder…" Renya muttered, her expression darkening with realization.
"Oh… that transport plane…" Ursula murmured, wide-eyed.
"So that's it," Edeline added, arms crossed, lips pressed thin.
The rest of the maids, who hadn't seen or remembered the model, quickly turned to Ursula and Edeline, whispering questions.
The room became a flurry of murmurs and questions.
But before the noise could grow further, Renya raised her voice sharply.
"Shut up!!"
The command snapped through the room like a whip. Silence returned instantly.
Renya's golden eyes turned to Hilda, her voice firm. "Hilda. Continue."
Hilda gave a respectful nod and cleared her throat, stepping closer to the table as she recited the data with surprising confidence and excitement:
"With proper operational standards, it can carry up to 12 tons of cargo.Length: 28.2 meters—about 92 feet 6 inches.Wingspan: 55.2 meters, or 181 feet.Height: 10.15 meters, that's 33 feet.Wing area: 300 square meters.Cargo bay dimensions: around 11 meters long, 3 meters wide, and 3.4 meters high.This aircraft can transport up to 130 fully armed soldiers and deliver them anywhere—by air."
She beamed with pride at the specifications.
The maids around her began to nod, impressed and clearly taken with the aircraft's capabilities.
"Oh, that's amazing…""That could change our whole logistics flow…""We could launch airborne supply drops!"
A short-lived, contagious excitement filled the room.
But then…
"But…" Renya's voice cut clean through the growing energy.
The smiles began to fade.
Renya folded her arms, looking around at the maids—her expression composed, but her tone laced with sharpness.
"Are you all really sure you can build it?" she asked sweetly, dangerously, her golden eyes glinting like a blade. "Just because we saw it… doesn't mean we can make it."
The room went quiet again, like the air itself had grown heavier.