The One Who Ties the Knot Must Untie It

'I can do it. Machines are honest. They reward you for every drop of sweat.'

She gritted her teeth and tightened the bolt.

Kreeeek—.

The metal screamed.

'Just a little more. Just a little more precision….'

Snap.

With a dull sound, the bolt head broke off, uselessly.

"……Ah."

Frederica's hand stopped in midair.

"M-Major! I told you! It's wrought iron, so you can't tighten it any further…!"...