The White Dragon Warship sped through the sky.
Inside the cabin, Dorothy and Senior Mia were calmly drinking tea, chatting, and nibbling on snacks, while nearby, Sitle was bouncing around the warship, looking here and there, with a face full of disbelief.
"Although the materials are a bit lacking, the design and performance—this truly is a warship."
After a long time, Elder Radiant Dragon finally paused her research, looking rather incredulously at the two young juniors across from her.
"Did you really make this with your own hands? Or use a bunch of construction scraps?"
She still couldn't quite believe it.
This little warship was a real shock to her worldview. Since when did the threshold for warship building become so low? A few witch students, none even at the level of Great Witch, managed to handcraft a ship using materials that were just passable as construction scraps.
