Chapitre 601: In Ansel's Eyes - II

In that flower field, as he watched Flamiel fall into slumber, Ansel indeed felt an unprecedented sense of redemption.

The world before his eyes had become broader and more open.

"Basically... This is just a prototype, Ansel. Help me take a look... Ansel? Ansel?" 

Ravenna's call brought Ansel back to his senses. He turned his gaze to a large... box-like device on the workbench and tilted his head slightly. "This thing?"

Ravenna found it strange that Ansel had been smiling just now, but since he always had that smiley expression, she didn't think much about it and spoke to him seriously: 

"As you said before, a place like the western land… especially a territory controlled by adventurers—they don't understand city planning. No, they don't even care about what a city should look like."