Penelope felt a shiver run down her spine. To think they had completed both the dryer and the iron in just ten days—it was unbelievable, even seeing it with her own eyes.

Technically, it had all been done within a week. The steam iron, of course, was an exception.

Penelope was genuinely curious about the principles of magical engineering. How could such devices be developed so quickly? The mechanics behind it fascinated her.

‘Should I ask Ahwin about it later?’

As she sneaked a glance at Ahwin, he caught on immediately and looked back at her.

“What? Should we head back now?”

“Oh, I suppose we should.”

Penelope’s curiosity about the steam iron’s creation process remained, but there didn’t seem to be a place for her to observe without getting in the way. She didn’t want to disrupt the concentration of the mages bustling about the workshop.

Turning to Professor Orlan, Penelope said, “I think it’s time for us to leave.”

“You’re leaving already? I should at least offer you some tea.”@@novelbin@@

“Let’s save that for your next visit to the manor. I wouldn’t want to disrupt your work any further.”

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