The Endless Shuttle

"...Mom? Why do you want to thank him?"

Ilia did not understand her mother's behavior.

Alice Phil squatted in front of the girl, with inexplicable emotions in her red eyes, but she still spoke clearly.

"Ilia, Mr. Rope, he is not an enemy, but our benefactor. Mom's life ended with Dad in the Holy Grail War eight years ago. It is Rope who can stand here and hold you now. Mr.’s credit, and he will help you escape your fate in the future, so please don’t resent him."

"...Mom, what are you talking about?"

Ilia seemed unable to accept these words, took a step back, and looked at Alice Phil in disbelief.

"He is the enemy who killed Dad and Grandpa Ahad. Why do you speak for him?"

The appearance of Ahad being omitted. Rope couldn't help but mourned for a second of silence for the patriarch of Einzbern.

The two "granddaughters" seem to have little affection for him—this is what the so-called "grow melons to get melons and beans to get peas" means this.

"Oh, girl, you really didn't listen to me..." He sighed helplessly.

"Grandpa Ahad's identity as the head of the patriarch will allow Ilia to follow your mother's old path. What Kee Si said... Kee Si... is a loser." The silver-haired doll said the second half in pain.

"Fate composes our misfortune. So, Illia, just take it for the sake of her mother. Don't resist Mr. Rope anymore. Mom wants to live with you forever, no matter what time... okay?" She again Said to Rope.

"Mr. Rope, the little girl is still young, if there is a verbal offense, please don't care."

"Please rest assured, just like you, these are the "rights" owned by Miss Ilia. "

Rope, the president of the Appearance Association, said that it didn't matter at all, and he would not be angry with the little girl for some words.

—Especially such a lovely loli.

Ilia was silent, not knowing what she was thinking.

Finally, the girl nodded gently.

"...Mom, I see."

If this is what her mother asked... Ilia lowered her eyes and raised her skirt to salute Rope.

"My lord, Illya..."

"do not talk."

…How do you feel that you have helped to become a "villain" role?

Rope said with a headache.

"Miss Ilia, don't force yourself. Let's just enjoy the joy of reuniting with my mother today. The rest will wait for you to calm down a little bit." The girl who grew up in the castle, today's high energy is really beyond. Her brain has processing power.

—I have to give Ilia some time.

He gestured to Alice Phil, the silver-haired doll nodded, and then walked into the castle with his hands on Ilia's shoulders. So there is no need to worry about them encountering the corpses of the people on the road. Except for the last few magicians who tried to resist, Rope used the "water of death" to solve the problem. They only saw piles of lime.

"Ligelite, keep up!"

"Yes…"

When the master leaves, the maid will naturally go to serve.

Unable to judge Rope's contradictory goodwill, coupled with Miss Ilia's mother's respect for it, Ligelite hesitated for a moment, and still spoke to Rope.

"Let's say goodbye first..."

"Ligelite!"

Ligelite's polite language was interrupted by her companion's shout.

Serra, dressed in traditional maid costumes, has red eyes full of coldness, staring at Rope and Faloth without fear.

"Those two are the enemies of Einzbern! The treatment requires Miss Ilia's orders. Please don't stay too close to them before this, maybe the battle will start soon. Don't forget the one just now. What did the man do when he left here!"

"...Okay, Sierra."

Compared to Serra's calm and awe-inspiring, Ligelite was obviously a bit more adorable.

She looked at Serra blankly, then at Rope, still obeying Serra's words as usual, and walked to her side.

"Master Creator..."

Faloth had a bad look, and it was clear that Serra's words annoyed it, and the darkness under the windbreaker was rolling around subconsciously, and the fierce aura of choosing people was exuding.

Rope waved his hand and stopped his servant.

"The cleaning of Einzbern is over. They are the maids around Ilia. Alice Phil and Ilia need their care. It is one of their responsibilities to say these things. It's better to say, like this with you Normal loyalty is commendable-artificial humans."

The meaning of a humanoid created for a certain purpose is not much different from that of Faloth.

However, this kind of humanoid with a distinctive personality is much better than the defensive type that was just created for combat and has no personality, and it is not a big problem to be regarded as a "human" in a broad sense.

He pointed to his head and said with a smile.

"In addition, as the future person in charge of this castle, I personally recommend that the maids take off the cloth on their heads. It is obvious that the silver hair is so beautiful, why hide it, it will be quite amazing."

"—This is not something you worry about."

Serra didn't talk too much, pulling Ligelite and walking in the direction where Alice Phil left.

The first sight of Einzbern came to an end here, and for the rest, Rope had to consider how to save Ilia's life and longevity, as well as the trouble of creating a little holy grail.

Destruction is always easier than creation.

I hope Ahad's brain knowledge can help him.

Chapter 93 The Snow Spirit Makes Some Compromises

I have to say that the magic of the doll system is indeed a very delicate technique, and it is not too much to call it "science".

Combining meat slices or other accessories and letting them gain "life" is more flexible and full of possibilities than robots loaded into programs. This is the puppeteer.

Einzbern's technology can barely be classified as a "doll". However, in a strict sense, they use mass-produced artificial life forms to carry out magical transformation technology, just like the human figure in the can of nutrient solution in the science fiction movie. Adjusting Ilia's body is a delicate task.

For this, Rope and Fallows stayed in a basement in the castle until the third day.

Studying the knowledge in Ahad's brain, the progress is really slow.

It has been a long time since he felt the troubles of being tortured by advanced mathematics.

"Still not working?"