She smiled. It was a terrible, beautiful thing.
"Sorceress! Witch! Break her!"
He didn't say "executed." That was the cruelest irony. They couldn't kill her. Her bloodline was too valuable. koutetsu no majo annerose
What emerged was not the broken girl they expected.
Then, there was only the dark. And the clicking . She smiled
Annerose rose from the wreckage. The cold iron had not just sealed her; it had alloyed with her flesh. Her left arm was a lattice of black, gear-like joints that clicked when she flexed her fingers. Her veins glowed a faint, bloody crimson through her translucent, metallic skin. Her hair, once black, was now a tangle of rust-red wires.
The rain over the Imperial Capital of Erebonia never fell clean. It was always a grimy slurry, washing soot and rust from the towering smokestacks of the great Factories of Progress into the gutters below. For most, it was the smell of a new era. For Annerose von Velt, it was the smell of a grave. Her bloodline was too valuable
She screamed as the metal fused to her nervous system. The last thing she saw before the lid slammed shut was the grey sky.