"Death descends upon the city———!"

But the hands that build the Tower of Babel

There must be a mediator between HEADS and HANDS

"Don't touch the machines—! Let them speed to their deaths—!"

"Do you think that losing a hand is too high

"THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN HEAD AND HANDS MUST BE THE HEART!"

"And where are the people, Father, whose hands built your city?"

The task was too great. So they hired hands for wages.

The monk's hand points to the Bible, in which is written:

"Women and men, let no one miss today—! Death to the machines—!!"

"Head and hands want to join together, but they don't have the heart to do it…

…And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet color, having a golden cup in her hand…

"Get your women, your sons, from the workers' city! Let no one stay behind! Death to the machines—!!!"

So, Joh Fredersen—?! Isn't it worth the loss of a hand to have created the man of the future?

"…and I tricked Joh Fredersen twice over—! For I concealed from him that his son wants to be your brothers' mediator—and loves you—!"