After Ves and Gloriana moved to the Scarlet Rose, they were eager to commence their new project.
The next day, they moved down to the mech workshop compartment which had undergone a lot of changes.
Aside from blocking off Compartment G-13, the compartment also featured an expanded design lab with several more amenities that were useful in the mech design process.
Their two design teams awaited the arrival of the lead designers with deference. As soon as Ves and Gloriana entered the workshop, their subordinate mech designers bowed!
"Welcome back, Mr. Larkinson!"
Ves smiled and gestured them upwards. "Rise. You don't need to perform these kinds of rituals for me. As long as you perform your duties earnestly, that's all I ask of you. As mech designers, it's our work that proves our sincerity."
Once his subordinates rose, Ves observed them very carefully.
A month had passed since he last interacted with them. A lot had happened during this period, and Ves was curious whether his mech designers were still as eager to work for the LMC as before.
He already got a read of the Tovar mech designers. Because he hadn't told them whether they were allowed to remain in the company, the Tovars looked eager but nervous.
Unless they were very good actors, Miles Tovar and the rest actually looked afraid of getting dismissed!
Though Ves wasn't sure whether he should trust his judgement, the sight nonetheless pleased him. He became a bit more inclined to retain them. While they weren't the best subordinates he could obtain these days, he was very satisfied with their foundation and work ethic.
He directed his attention to the second design team.
As expected, all four Ylvainan mech designers decided to stay. Oscar, Renee, Erica and Pascal were all sincere believers in the Bright Martyr!
However, considering how extensively the True Ylvaine Dynasty infiltrated his ranks, Ves wasn't sure of their loyalties.
"Are any of you True Believers?"
"No." Oscar DiMartin answered. "None of us worship the Living Prophet. We... don't think he represents the founder of our faith."
The other three Ylvainans shook their heads as well.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"We would never lie to the Bright Martyr!"
Ves could buy that. With his near-deified status among the Ylvainans, they shouldn't be able to lie in his face!
After asking a few more questions to the Ylvainans, he turned his attention to the last two oddballs.
Mayer Torto and Merrill O'Brian no longer stood out from the Ylvainans anymore. They used to regard Ves as a very good but very human mech designer.
Now, their expressions were hardly different from that of the worshipful Ylvainans!
"I'm sorry for all of the dangers you've endured." He said.
Merrill smiled. "You don't have to apologise, sir. I've experienced worse in.. my old job."
"It's a given that the Friday Coalition wants to target the two of you after you received your Masterwork certificates." Mayer added his own voice.
The Sentinel mech designer was honest, at least. Mayer mainly stuck around because he wanted to work under bona fide masterwork mech designers!
Ves appreciated his frank reasoning. It allowed him to tailor his expectations to Mayer and avoid any unfortunate misunderstandings with regards to his willingness to remain under his employ.
Overall, he was pretty happy with his design teams. While he wouldn't shed a tear if any of them decided to quit, he would certainly miss their contributions!
"Before we announce our latest mech design project, I would like to talk to each of you in private."
As Gloriana kept everyone occupied, Ves invited the mech designers to a private office one by one. He wanted to hear how they were faring and what they thought of recent events.
He started with Miles Tovar. The Apprentice Mech Designer fidgeted in his seat once they entered the office.
Seeing him so tormented by uncertainty prompted Ves to soften his expression.
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