Mika’s voice echoed within the vast, almost sacred, hall.
That voice carried a hint of cat-and-mouse mockery, as if she had already foreseen the embarrassment he was about to face.
This made Fan Zhuo feel even more uncertain inside.
Could it be that Mika…
No, stop thinking about it… Think about stockings, think about stockings…
The temple was plunged into a deathly silence.
Old John’s brows furrowed tightly. Although he didn’t know exactly what had happened, he could sense something strange from the sinister smile on Mika’s face.
This little elf assistant was clearly prepared for this.
Lucien crossed his arms over his chest, seeming to have guessed something. On his impeccably handsome face, a cold curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He wanted to see for himself what was wrong with this Fan Zhuo, whose very being screamed “suspicious.”
On the high platform, Warden Hecate’s expression remained unchanged.
Her golden eyes were as calm as an ancient, bottomless pond, simply watching all of this in silence.
Fan Zhuo closed his eyes, his mind a blank.
He was done for.
Now… thinking of stockings… even thinking of ripped black ones was useless…
A long three seconds passed.
“Hey, Lina, I’m asking you a question!” Mika, seeing that Lina didn’t respond, couldn’t help but urge her, impatience creeping into her voice.
“Yesterday morning, how long did Assistant Fan Zhuo stay in Section B?”
“Bzzzzzz—crackle—”
Just when everyone thought Lina’s system was searching for data.
In the light screen, Lina’s alluring holographic projection suddenly flickered violently, as if the signal had gone bad.
Under the forced activation of “interrogation” mode, Lina could not lie; her logic core was compelled to output only the truest “thoughts.”
Just as Fan Zhuo’s breath halted, bracing himself for the “verdict,” a voice completely different from her usual lazy tone—one full of fanatic obsession and even a hint of… yandere—sounded from the speakers:
“Like… really like…”
“Fan Zhuo… Master’s time in Section B? …Such a thing… isn’t important!”
“Huh?”
Mika’s delicate little face froze on the spot. She seemed not to understand and instinctively pressed, “You… what did you say? I’m asking about the reco—”
“What matters is… Master Fan Zhuo’s warm, powerful, unique holy power… ah… that feeling… I’ve never seen such an A…”
“I really want… for him to use his special power and make me into the perfect terminal that runs only for him alone!”
Everyone present:
The hall fell into an awkward silence so thick it felt like you could scratch out a whole Asphodel Prison with your toes.
The little mischievous smile that Mika had just worn was now crumbling bit by bit.
Her small mouth was slightly agape, her heterochromatic pupils filled with disbelief.
Old John’s weathered face was filled with confusion and stupefaction.
Even Lucien’s arms, crossed around his chest, stiffened; he clearly hadn’t expected the “interrogation” to produce such a result.
This was just too…
The mockery on his face was instantly replaced by an expression of extreme disgust.
What kind of magic did this Fan Zhuo possess, to make even the non-human entities in this entire prison so… obsessed with him?
According to Lina, it was due to the complex holy power in his body?
The more Lucien thought about it, the more he detested it. When he looked at Fan Zhuo now, his gaze was no longer scrutinizing, but as if he were looking at something filthy and foul-smelling.
And Fan Zhuo himself… was utterly dumbfounded.
He had imagined being exposed, but he had never, ever expected it would be like this.
Wait, what was with Lina?
If she didn’t say anything… ahem, that would be fine, but why did she have to say something so embarrassing that he wanted to ascend to the heavens on the spot…
Could it be that she was…
The wild joy of surviving a disaster collided fiercely in his mind with another kind of… social death from being paraded in public.
Fan Zhuo felt his face heat up at a speed visible to the naked eye, burning so much that he grew dizzy, and even the holy uniform on his body seemed to be steaming.
On the high platform, for the first time, a clear emotional ripple appeared in Warden Hecate’s golden eyes.
She had been observing Fan Zhuo.
Although what she read from his mind wasn’t… all that proper, she still gleaned quite a bit of interesting information.
Hecate gave Fan Zhuo a deep look.
It was a look that mixed curiosity with an indescribable strangeness.
At the same time, her long, slender fingers, which had been tapping the desk, stilled.
Throughout the temple, the only thing still moving was the light screen, where the terminal girl “Lina” had completely fallen into obsession.
“Fan Zhuo… my Fan Zhuo… why… Can’t Lina satisfy you? Lina can! As long as (***) Highness’s research succeeds, Lina’s body can simulate any form and touch you desire! As long as you say the word…”
“You! Shut up!!”
A furious yell broke the dead silence.
Mika’s little face flushed bright red, her whole body trembling—not out of anger, but from being stunned by the “perverted” words spoken by her own creation.
And, there was one more thing: Lina had revealed a bit too much, even some “classified content” had been blurted out.
Mika’s fingers frantically tapped at the screen, trying to shut down Lina’s “interrogation” mode.
However, Lina’s logic seemed to have completely collapsed. No matter what Mika did, she continued, in that feverish tone, to profess her “fondness” for Fan Zhuo!
“Shut up! You… you shameless, rotten robot!!”
Mika was so angry she was on the verge of tears.
Her proud creation, her most perfect invention, had actually… actually said such… such brazenly shameless things right in front of the Warden…
This was more humiliating than just admitting the robot was lying!
“Warden! I’m so sorry! Lina’s logic module might have… might have been affected by Assistant Fan Zhuo’s special holy power! I’ll… I’ll repair her right away!”
Mika hurriedly explained.
Breathing.
Right now, Fan Zhuo only wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
He could feel three… no, four gazes pinned on him.
There was Old John’s look of amazement, as if saying, “Kid, you’re something else—even the machines aren’t safe from you.”
There was Lucien’s contempt, as if saying, “Scum, villain, unforgivable.”
There was Mika’s resentment, as if saying, “I’m going to tear you into pieces.”
And… from the high platform, the Warden herself… eyeing him with great interest.
“No need, just take her away for now.”
A cool, aloof voice sounded, cutting off Mika’s breakdown.
Warden Hecate stood up.
With her movement, the mature, voluptuous figure tightly wrapped in her white uniform was finally fully revealed before everyone’s eyes.
She was even taller than Fan Zhuo had imagined; that astonishing height brought with it an overwhelming sense of “immensity,” making the few people below the platform involuntarily hold their breath.