Annerose lifted her head. Rain dripped from the tip of her sharp nose and the curve of her lips. Her eyes, the color of molten copper, held no fear. Only exhaustion—and a flicker of rage that could melt steel.
"No last words, filth," the Grand Mechanist sneered. koutetsu no majo annerose
"Where is the Grand Mechanist? I need his heart to restart my own." Annerose lifted her head