Colonial Suit

The morning sun shone through the gaps in the white gauze curtains, and Lier opened her eyes.

It was a sweet sleep.

Lying on the soft, white bed, she lazily gazed upwards, not wanting to move a finger. Her languid appearance resembled that of a sleeping beauty.

The door opened silently, and a girl in a maid's uniform entered.

The girl was beautiful, with her body proportions, skin, and appearance all among the most outstanding of human standards. The only problem was that she was lifeless, her face as expressionless as a machine. She silently walked to Lier's bedside and waited quietly.

She would not do anything until Lier issued an order.

Because she was originally a Crystoid, a commodity of the Mota tribe in the Third World. An object, not a life.

Lier remained lying still, and after a long time, she lightly parted her red lips. "Singer, what are you doing?"

"Lord Singer is training in the virtual galaxy, and it has lasted for seven days and twelve hours," the Crystoid replied emotionlessly. "Estimated carrying limit, seven days and seventeen hours."

"If necessary, he will persist for a month," Lier replied, finally getting up and putting on a thin layer of light纱. In the bright sunlight, her graceful figure was faintly visible through the light纱, like a dream.

She picked up a cigarette from the bedside table and took a deep drag after the maid lit it for her, frowning slightly.

"It's not good, I don't know why that Blood Pupil guy likes it."

"…………" The maid tilted her head blankly, not understanding Lier's meaning.

Lier casually extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray next to her and then said to the maid, "It's strange that even human robots can achieve virtual emotions nowadays, but you seem like a piece of wood. Is this how you Mota people fool your customers?"

"I am a defective product," the maid replied, still without expression. "Lord Gilster said that no matter how much he pays, he won't be able to move you, so he should save as much as possible."

"As expected of the most annoying profiteer in the universe," Lier finally laughed. She reached out and touched the maid's head. The maid's hair was very smooth, but undoubtedly a product of technology, devoid of any vitality.

"If... what if I crush your head?"

"It will explode with a bang," the maid replied without changing her expression. "Then I will be recycled and remade."

Her tone was very natural, as if she was talking about an ordinary thing.

Lier laughed. She tapped the maid's forehead. "I like your tone, at least you won't lie to me."

"If necessary, I will," the maid was still so rigid.

"Alright," Lier waved her hand, not minding the maid's disobedience. "I'm just saying... in fact, you can't follow me anyway. You're just an object..."

"Dress me... I've been on this planet for a long time, and I haven't had a good look around yet."

"Yes," the maid immediately replied, and then mechanically dressed Lier.

In just a moment, Lier returned to her red combat suit. Then she reached out and touched the maid's face. "So exquisite, the Mota tribe's technology is good."

"The Mota tribe's technology has always been the most outstanding in the universe," the maid replied, then handed Lier a cloak. "Are you going to see Lord Singer?"

"That kid," Lier frowned. "I've given him enough resources, if he still can't break through Meteor, it's his own problem. I don't think even Blood Pupil would want to see a useless heir."

"Let him continue to cultivate. No one is allowed to wake him up in less than a month."

"But, the time limit is almost up," the maid said, although expressionless, her tone was a little anxious. "If he can't be brought out, he will die."

"Then let him die!"

Lier suddenly reached out and pulled the maid in front of her, her eyes full of cold light. "Tell your master, this is my will, and also the will of his patriarch, the person he reveres. The useless are not qualified to live in this world. Since he chose to follow Blood Pupil, there's no reason to talk. This is our lineage's tradition!"

"If your master wants to interfere, tell him to talk to me in person!"

"If you don't want to interfere, shut your mouth!"

Lier's voice was very cold, and even the mechanical maid felt the ice and anger in her heart. So she obediently shut her mouth, indicating that she did not want to offend Lier.

After a while, Lier put the maid down and patted her face.

"You're not acting like it. If you hope to use this disguise to deceive me, send a real defective product next time."

"Ah!?" The maid's expression changed drastically, seemingly not expecting to be seen through by Lier.

Lier ignored her gaffe and said calmly, "Your disguise is too clumsy. Stop pretending, you should know that my patience is limited. If it delays important matters because of you, then I cannot bear the consequences."

"Ah!" The maid exclaimed, finally showing a look other than indifference on her face.

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After a while, she lowered her head and said softly, "Great Mutant Overlord, I did not intentionally offend your dignity, but..."

"If you like to talk nonsense, I'll have someone else talk to you," Lier interrupted the maid unceremoniously.

The maid's face changed again and again, and finally she nodded.

"I understand. You will see who you want to see."

Saying that, she raised her head, stretching her swan-like neck. Countless light spots emanated from her body, flying in all directions like fireflies. At the same time, more runes appeared out of thin air around her, quickly enveloping her. The light flickered, and after a dazzling flash, what appeared in front of Lier was no longer the familiar maid.

But a man wrapped in bandages all over his body.

The man bent down, saluted with his hand on his chest, and said with a smile.

"Maria, it's been a long time."

"You!?" Lier's pupils contracted suddenly. She had never seen this man before, but for some reason, deep within her, she vaguely felt a sense of familiarity. Especially that "Maria," which evoked distant memories.

"Who are you?"

Lier was confused for a moment, then asked.

"You can call me Reia," the man replied with a smile. "An insignificant pawn."

"No one is insignificant, especially you," Lier said after a moment of silence. "Tell me, why do I feel familiar with you."

Reia smiled, he looked into Lier's eyes, and said word by word.

"Because you and I, originally, come from the same place..."

"Maria... the great, War Mother."(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)

ps: Little Knife, I'm sorry. I drank too much. I can only barely code this section, there may be errors, I really can't fix it, my eyes are blurry. It's about getting the general meaning across. There shouldn't be any major problems. If there are minor problems, please forgive me...