The Little Devil of Sakaz

115. Cheese machine, cheese lynx

"Kelsey, Kelsey, do you know how to raise a child well?"

"Child? From a rational point of view, Theresia, it is just a machine. Because it is injected with your blood, it is made to imitate your appearance. The machine does not understand what emotions are, but people need emotions. What holds everything together.”

She just asked and got several responses from herself.

If I were the previous generation, I am afraid that I would never agree to Theresia building that terrible machine.

Because she knew what kind of person Theresa was in this generation, she ignored what she did and neither approved nor objected.

However, her attempt to make a machine learn to understand emotions is absolutely impossible to succeed.

"How can a machine understand what human emotions are?"

"Wrong, Kelsey."

The man was rarely angry, but she knew it was not because of his own words... it was more than just because of his own words.

"As long as you have the ability to learn, no matter what it is, you will definitely understand the role that feelings will play in you. Worm will learn, Worm will feel pain, he will not dare to eat because the food is too hot, and he will Holding my clothes while sleeping...Kelsey, you must understand, isn't this a manifestation of emotion?"

"There is a difference between the instinct of a creature and the expression of emotions, Theresia. Moreover, you gave it a name instead of testing the original code name... This will affect your own emotions."

"Of course I know that giving him a name means that I have to take care of him."

"But don't talk about useless topics, Kelsey, can you take care of children? Isn't it because you can't take care of children that you said so many words to reject me?"

"...I will, Your Highness."

But is that really a child?

He stood next to Theresia, calmly observing everything around him, and wary of all outside contact. He was very young, but the large amount of Sakaz blood in his body made him a child of this age. With the strength he shouldn't have, he can easily strangle an adult Goliath to death and break their bones and limbs with the same ease as breaking apart a piece of Crunchy Shark.

"Kelsey! You came just in time! I have a very important meeting to hold. The Lords of the Royal Court are all waiting. Worm will leave it to you for the time being!"

The man just left the little monster beside her.

"M3, watch him."

It seems that only monsters can watch monsters, and only monsters seem to attract monsters.

Her companion, a special creature named M3, seemed to have a good impression of this machine, which was also a man-made product, but the other person just stared at the door Thearesia left, sitting there motionless.

Is the disappointment he shows imitating the M3, or is he himself...

"Kelsey...when will Theresia come back?"

His inquiry awakened the lynx from the peace brought by the books.

When I looked up, it was already dark outside, and I couldn't even see Theresa's shadow. One can imagine how serious the debate in this meeting was.

"soon."

She didn't really want to talk to the other party, but Theresa's instructions floated in her ears again.

"Kelsey, it's rare for Worm to come to see me, but I really can't play with him today. Please, my Lord, help me take good care of Worm so that he can play and smile more. Bar."

laugh?How can a machine laugh?

But it was Theresa's order after all, so she could only think about how she could make him "laugh".

"Do you want to hear a story, Wurm."

"...I want to...meet Theresia."

"About Theresia's story. Don't you want to know what kind of things Theresa experienced before you appeared?"

"I want to hear it."

Very good. Although it is a machine with strong combat power, it is very weak in terms of basic logic, and it is easy to find rules to limit it.

"Then do your best and listen to the story of Her Royal Highness Thearesia, one of the Six Heroes of Sarkaz. Stay quiet and patient, and don't make a single sound."

"it is good."

Theresia came back very late that day, and he told a story about her over and over again, but a machine was a machine, and as long as it conformed to his logic, no matter how many times he read it, he would not get bored.

"Kelsey, I have to ask you for help one more time. There was an accident in a factory, and I want to go see how many people were injured."

"……I see."

So……

"Would you like a story, Worm?"

"Kelsey. Here you go...take Worm and take your kids out for a walk...I want to sleep for a while, just a little while. Just bring Worm back in half an hour. "

"Get some rest, Your Highness. Also, he is your child, not mine."

"I know, I know, just kidding. Worm is my little friend, I won't give him to you, Kelsey."

"I suggest you sleep on a pillow, otherwise even the devil will twist his neck."

"Is it revenge? I thought you wouldn't care. After all, it seems that the relationship between you and Worm is not very good yet."

"That's your advice, Your Highness."

she warned the tired man.As for what the other party said, maybe it was really just a joke.

"Take some rest, Theresia."

Is the machine imitating her?still……

"Okay, Worm. Go play with Kelsey for a while, and I'll tell you a story in the evening."

joy?

Is it an illusion?Or is it learning and evolving?Was it the story-telling thing Theresa said, or was it the change that came from hanging out with her?The relationship between them... huh, her little friend?Theresia, you really know how to joke, but it's not funny at all.

"Kelsey. I'm sorry, the conflict has reached the point of being irreconcilable... We persisted for so long, but everything changed overnight."

"This is a normal change, and we have been prepared for it, Theresia."

"I know...it's just, Worm. How long will it take for the peaceful future I promised him...to come?"

The machine followed Theresia to the Tower of Babel and participated in the war.

A machine is a machine. It is as efficient as an arm and a finger when it first kills. It is a highly efficient machine that cannot even be matched by any living thing.

"Kelsey, is this right? I involved Worm... He is still so young... How could I let him get blood..."

"You don't need to blame yourself, Theresa. He has made his own decision, and he will make his own decision. We will guide him to make the right decision."

"I hope so...Kelsey, can you help me keep an eye on Worm for the next mission? At least, let him know which ones can be killed...enemies. Which ones are his compatriots."

"I will, Theresia."

What a highly efficient machine, like a meat grinder, it swept the battlefield with ease.

"You can go back now, Worm."

"Theresa, where have you been?"

"Theresia has an important meeting to hold. Come over here and I'll check you out."

If the machine is injured, will the blood flow out?Is what is beating in his chest a hot heart or a hot engine?Is his emotional module flesh and blood or circuitry?

"You should stay, Worm. Rhodes needs you."

She should not let Theresia's legacy leave Rhode Island. Sarkaz was eyeing him, and this land would not tolerate the blood of a demon king running around.She needed to keep an eye on the other party, not just because of Theresia's legacy.

"..."

The other person has grown a lot taller, almost half a person taller than when she first saw him.

His appearance completely inherited Theresia's characteristics. He still retained the characteristics of a machine, but he was already very human.

"I hate you, Kelsey."

"..."

There is only this sentence, only this sentence remains.

Doctor Lynx holds a new notebook in her hand, with beautiful handwriting on it, which she wrote down from memory.

"Heart of Sarkaz."

The content inside, if Dr. Blood Demon were here, would probably jump up and fly into the sky in shock.

The content is accurate, even cleaner and neater than what the doctor summarized.

"Is this what you're telling me, Doctor?"

She read the end and closed the note.

"He is not a drug guide, he is an independent life."

but……

Alas, machines.

116.Apostle

The branches in the bonfire made a small popping sound as they were cooked by the fire. The young knight approached from a distance and finally stopped half a meter in front of the fire. The orange firelight cast a dim light on her armor that had not been maintained for a long time. The faint light swayed like a candle blown by the wind.The coat of arms on her chest was completely scratched, but doctors who had traveled across many regions could tell that the armor itself was a treasure forged by Casimir's craftsmanship.

"Has your companion rested?"

The knight lowered his voice apologetically.

"She was so weak, but she used the Origin Stone skills to save me. I feel really sorry. I hope to do something for you, so I came back."

"Please sit down."

the doctor answered.The firelight seemed unable to penetrate the shadow under her hood, and her response was infinitely better than silence.

"No, please let me stand guard for you."

the knight pleaded firmly.

She held the warhammer in both hands and stood calmly and stubbornly five steps away.There are still specks of blood on her armor. A few hours ago, she fought against the mercenaries who robbed the caravan in the dusk wilderness. The brilliance of the Origin Stone skills almost made people think that half of the sun was rising upside down from the horizon. get up.But at this time, the golden light was only vaguely floating around her weapon. It had light but would not attract the enemy.

She calls herself an infected person and a knight, so she is not afraid of the ore sickness in the mercenaries, nor is she afraid of sacrificing her life.

"You still think we shouldn't dissuade you?"

the doctor asked her.

"Even if you always understand that even if you defeat that entire group of mercenaries, other mercenary forces entrenched nearby will still plunder everywhere. The caravan you helped may be robbed again tomorrow, or tonight, No one will save them this time, they will still die, just later."

long silence.

The knight turned around. The white Sakaz's chest, who was sleeping with his staff, was rising and falling slightly. His fragile limbs were pierced by small and sharp Originium crystals, which looked so eye-catching and dazzling.

"Sorry, I just...maybe I'm not used to it yet."

She finally lowered her eyes, her tone also filled with a bit of shame and reluctance.

"An invincible opponent, an incurable terminal disease... Believe me, I was not angry with you before."

Her helpless rage burned silently in the night.

The doctor knows those innocent eyes, those fires that don't know where to burn are finally extinguished one by one in the tragic war.

"I think your willingness to protect others is enough."

She stirred the fire with a branch and nodded to the knight again.

"Please sit over here, Liz is sleeping soundly and won't wake up."

The knight hesitated, sheathing her weapon and shield.

"Drink some hot water. Even Kuranta will feel tired after your long journey."

"Thank you."

She took the small iron box, and the water inside exuded warmth.

"Where are you going next?"

The doctor asked her and gave her some more water.

"I'm not afraid of your laughter. In fact, I have never had a goal... I don't know where to go. I can only move in one direction and do my best to help those who are suffering."

"Is that so... You are very powerful. If you don't mind, can I ask you to help me and take us through this land to the north?"