C District Corridor.
“Lord Mika!”
“Lord Mika, greetings!”
The guards along the way all bowed respectfully upon seeing the small, lively figure hopping along.
Mika, the chief assistant of District A, held a position in Asfdel second only to the two warden chiefs.
In some respects, her authority even surpassed that of the warden chiefs in District B.
Everyone knew she was the most trusted and closest person to the warden chief of District A… or rather, the Elf.
Mika was long accustomed to these greetings. As she walked, she kept her head down, eyes fixed on the holographic light screen unfolding on her wrist.
The screen displayed the real-time location of Fan Zhuo.
【Target: Fan Zhuo. Current location: District C, C-05 Containment Chamber.】
“Oh? First calling the puppet White Rabbit to his room, and now going after the fox?”
Mika raised an eyebrow, a disdainful smirk flickering across her delicate face. “Hmph, such a fickle man.”
However, her goal today wasn’t to catch an affair but to uncover the truth.
She changed direction and ordered a nearby guard, “Take me to Fan Zhuo’s room.”
“Yes, Lord Mika!” The guard hurriedly led the way, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Soon, they arrived at Fan Zhuo’s door.
“Lord Mika, this is the place.”
“That’s enough, you can leave now.” Mika waved her hand impatiently.
***
After the guard left, she didn’t immediately enter.
Like a cunning cat, she tiptoed, pressing her ear quietly against the cold alloy door, listening carefully for any sound inside.
Complete silence.
Not a single sound.
Mika’s emerald eyes shifted as her small hand swiftly tapped on the control panel of the door lock.
With a soft “beep,” the door—usually impenetrable to the guards of District C—opened silently.
She nimbly slipped inside, and the door closed soundlessly behind her.
The room was tidy, the air carrying a faint masculine scent, mixed with… a hint of sweet milk?
Who drinks milk? Does this Saint’s Robe wearer really have such a taste?
Looks like I’ll have to prepare some milk as a bribe next time…
Mika’s gaze quickly settled on the large bed in the center of the room.
Then, her movements froze.
On the bed lay a familiar and graceful figure, curled up on her side, sleeping soundly.
It was White Rabbit.
Her once pristine and immaculate perfect maid outfit was now a mess—the skirt bunched up and wrinkled at her waist.
Mika’s eyes finally landed on those perfectly curved legs wrapped in pure white over-the-knee stockings.
The stocking’s upper edge was slightly rolled down due to her sleeping posture.
And beneath the lace trim, tightly pressed into the full flesh of her thighs, a small patch of fabric showed a… darker, wet stain.
Huh?
At that moment, Mika’s mind—composed of countless ancient wisdoms, a supercomputer in its own right—shut down.
Uncontrollably, several keywords flashed through her brain.
A man’s room.
A man and woman alone.
A messy bed.
A sleeping puppet maid.
And…
That suspicious, wet patch on the thigh stocking.
!!!
Countless images exploded in Mika’s mind.
Her exquisite, cute face instantly turned pale, then flushed red.
“Beast—!”
A stifled scream, almost tearing through the air, rang out in the silent room.
White Rabbit, perhaps too tired, merely shifted slightly, hugging the nearby blanket and murmuring, “Lord Fan Zhuo… I… I still want to…”
Do robots even dream? Wait, this isn’t the time to think about that; the most important question now is…
What happened to White Rabbit?
She’s been… messed up!
Mika was completely shocked and furious.
This ancient Elf, who had lived for countless ages and personally helped write White Rabbit’s core program, was seeing her most perfect, pure “creation”—
lying in such an utterly “unseemly” state on a man’s bed…
Mika’s body trembled slightly—not from fear, but from anger.
She stepped forward slowly to the bedside.
Then she pulled out a palm-sized, intricately designed silver device from her pocket and aimed it at the sleeping White Rabbit.
A gentle blue light screen unfolded on the device, rapidly displaying countless complex data:
【Target: Terminal ‘White Rabbit’】
【Body integrity: 99.8% (0.2% benign wear)】
【Energy core status: Saturation 120% (overload) (Currently adapting, sleeping to adjust to overload, possibly generating machine dreams), Energy nature: Unknown, pure, highly active life energy.】
【Emotion simulator status: 78% active, autonomously generating new emotion modules such as ‘dependency’, ‘affection’, ‘joy’…】
【Comprehensive diagnosis: The body is in an unprecedented optimal state, recommended to maintain current ‘maintenance’ frequency.】
Mika exhaled slightly upon seeing the diagnostic results.
Thank goodness, no “severe wear.”
This meant that Fan Zhuo, that damn Saint’s Robe wearer, hadn’t done those kinds of things to White Rabbit.
Mika’s professional mind told her that White Rabbit’s current state was better than ever—she was undergoing a kind of unimaginable “evolution.”
But her maternal instincts screamed in pain.
My cabbage got rammed by a pig!
And this cabbage didn’t resist but seemed to enjoy it, even wishing the pig would come ram it every day!
These two completely opposing messages made Mika want to explode in anger yet have no reason to.
She wanted to blame Fan Zhuo, but White Rabbit’s condition was excellent and hadn’t suffered any abuse.
In the end, all her emotions converged into one thought.
I must find that pig and get an explanation!
Mika pocketed the device and took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
She turned around, her gaze sharp as a blade, scanning the entire room for more “evidence.”
Soon, she noticed the white Saint’s Robe casually draped over the back of a chair by Fan Zhuo.
She approached it like a meticulous detective, extended two fingers, and carefully pinched the corner of the robe.
Then she brought it close to her nose and sniffed gently.
A sacred, warm scent like sunlight entered her nostrils.
This was the unique aroma of the clergy—pure and serene.
Hmm?
The scent.
Underneath that, Mika’s supernaturally sharp sense of smell detected something else… faint but unmistakably present.
It was… the sweet fragrance of a slime, mixed with… the body scent of a fox spirit.
Moreover, both scents carried an intense freshness, the kind only present after “close contact.”
Especially the slime’s scent.
Mika’s expression darkened instantly—darker than the bottom of a pot.
Good!
Good, Fan Zhuo!
Not only did you ram my cabbage, you’re out there raising a colorful flag parade!
Today, I, Mika Starwind, will uphold justice and catch you, that promiscuous stud, red-handed!