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[h3]--Steel Blue Balled--[/h3]

Over the course of roughly seven hours, Lucretia was in state best described as 'flow', that moment when one's high skill was met with a worthy challenge, not too trivial as to elicit boredom, nor too difficult as to induce anguish, that sweet goldilocks spot. Although there were quite a number of theories attempting to explain this phenomenon, one thing was clear, a person in flow lost all sense of time as their mind, body, and soul were wholly focused on the task. It was easy for the Iron Princess of Germany to devote herself into a task, often to the detriment of her own health as showcased now, but it was another thing to make her take seven hours to solve a puzzle, no, [i]nearly[/i] solve a puzzle. She had never felt this passionate about something ever since Schwarzritter's first successful activation.

She was so close now... just a bit more and she could finally claim superiority over Sukoro Jinga, and with more practice, she would shorten that time until it wouldn't take her even five minutes to unravel this so-called Gordian Knot of the Orient. 

And then, everything was taken away as the labyrinthine formulaic constellations in front of her suddenly shifted to their mundane patterns, one that was no different than any other castle doors. Luciel blinked, and for those few precious seconds, the white-haired girl was in denial, believing that her own eyes were playing tricks on her due to sleep deprivation, muscle soreness, and cerebral exhaustion. It took her another few seconds to finally accept the harsh truth, that the Starsteel Formulization had vanished while she was on the cusp of unraveling it, seven hours of work, down the proverbial drain.

[color=76c0f0][b]".........."[/b][/color]

One would think that Lucretia, scion of House Konigsmahne, wondrous prodigy of the most technologically advanced nation in the [i]world[/i], and genius of geniuses, would be above a petty notion such as an emotional outburst...

...one would be wrong.

[color=76c0f0][b]"SCHEISSE!!"[/b][/color] Her voice [i]violently[/i] echoed against the stone walls of the spacious bedroom, a wail that was so uncharacteristically loud from the quiet girl and combined with the deep, [i]furious[/i] scowl on her dainty face, she looked toward the door as if it had tortured and killed her family in front of her eyes. Lucretia's muscles trembled as her mind moved to the second stage of grief. Her limbs should be aching like hell after seven hours of constant work, but adrenaline was a truly powerful hormone. As far as her body was concerned, she was in mortal danger and had to fight for her life.

Lucy's teeth gritted as bloodshot green eyes with constricted pupils rapidly shifted from left to right, then in an act of illogical frustration, she roared once more, [color=76c0f0][b]"SCHWARZRITTER! AKTIVIERE!!"[/b][/color] 

The whirrs and hums of an unraveling drone came from the study as the Black Knight of Steel reformed then made a beeline toward its mistress, smashing open a poor study door on the way. Mistress was in danger, it must protect her! It was ready, who or what must be destroyed?!

With an accusing index finger, the young mistress pointed toward the bedroom's door, [color=76c0f0][b]"Vernichte..."[/b][/color] 

Orders received, the drone made do with its disarmed assault cannons by simply pulling its right arm back...

[@Psyker Landshark]