Year 4667 of the Unified Imperial Calendar:
Fourth Month, Day 18. (7:59 AM)
◇ Third Person POV ◇
Isabelle observe her master's vital signs and actions with a never changing expressionless face. Or at least that what it seems, but if a certain person was within the room this very moment, or a certain group of people, they would notice the extremely faint smile not on her face, but on her eyes.
And it can't be helped. After all, she was witnessing herself her 'Master's return the very moment he rises.
500 years ago, when the 'wretched one' had severely injured her 'Master', all she could do was watch, so this time, she would at least atone for her powerlessness by aiding his return. This time for sure...
"Oh? What a surprise..." a voice suddenly came from behind, "to think you of all people would have a genuine smile, did the world go strange?"
Isabelle turned around, and saw who was speaking.
"Unit 001 Alpha..." she muttered.
It was her sister, and the very first among the single digits to successfully 'live'. And her name was...
"Just call me Isabella," she said, "The name Master had given me."
"You're not worthy of the Lady's name." Isabelle retorted with a blank, but hostile tone.
However, instead of getting angry, Isabella smiled. She was the most incomprehensible one among the entire single digits. And the fact that frustrated Isabelle was, she was the one who resembled the Lady the most. After all, she was the result of an attempt for resurrection.
Ignoring Isabelle's hostility towards her, she spoke in a carefree tone, "Did you know, Isabelle," she said, "that I put a 'real' Grand AM Unit in his interdimensional storage?"
Isabelle's eyes abruptly widened as her pupils shrank. She then stood from her seat as she shouted at Isabella, "What have you done?!" she then clenched her fist as she grit her teeth, "You do know the power of the 'Masterpieces' don't you?!"
"Of course I do," Isabelle answered, still with the carefree smile, "But you see, if Master is coming back, why not tell the world too while we're at it?"
Isabelle felt her stomach churn as her 'chest' felt tight in her anger. She absolutely didn't want any risks in the plan, thus she asked... "Does..."
"Does Quanta know of this?"
Quanta was in charge of formulating the entire plan, as well as predicting any possible deviations in the process. And if changes like this happened without Quanta knowing, then it would absolutely be disastrous.
"Of course," Isabella affirmed, "and she's improvised the plan too. Yesterday."
Isabelle let out a sigh of relief as she began to calm down. If it was fixed by Quanta, then it would be fine. She trusted Quanta, much like everyone else. It was going to be alright.
Isabella then spoke behind her, "Well then, I still have some things to do so..." she then turned and started to leave, "bye now! Li'l Sis."
Isabelle didn't answer her. Even after she had gone beyond the other side of the shutter, Isabelle didn't say anything. After all, she was watching something unfold in an unexpected manner...
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Ashier was in an absolutely bad mood. He was supposed to have his fun today, as it had been years since he last touched a woman. However, when he was about to fuck the bitch he was holding capture, she had proven herself far from the norm as she was able to strengthen her body and deliver a headbutt to his crotch, bringing him serious pain.
That act had enraged him, and his sexual appetite vanished. But instead, hostility took its place, and he had started to beat up the bitch after restraining her thoroughly.
He beat her up for nearly an hour, which proved to be far satisfying than he thought. Though she was currently half-dead, a bit of healing magic should prevent her from dying soon. And Ashier had no intentions of letting her die as what she knew was far too valuable to let go.
He looked at her again, and scanned through her body which was laden with bruises and dark marks.
He sighed, "Well...yeah, she'll die if I fuck her like this. Better let her rest huh?"
In any case, the beating up had reduced quite a bit of his frustrations, so he just let it be. After all, there was always tomorrow, right?
And just as he though that, the alarm suddenly blared as an alert resounded.
"What?!"
Ashier was shocked. The server room was the main control access to all his hidden data, and all the transactions he had with his mysterious boss. If he was exposed then...
"Fuck! I'm gonna get killed, damn it!"
He moved towards the emergency control panel in the room,, however, the alarm suddenly went off about 5 minutes later.
"H-Huh?...did the slaves take care of it?" he muttered, but a bit loudly, "I guess those leeches are better than I thought, huh?"
He relaxed once again. However, about another 5 minutes later, someone had hacked into his communication panels. It lit up, but without display on whoever was on the other side. It was on voice-only mode.
"...ucking kill you..." a voice. A young voice came from panel, and his tone was murderous. He was confused on who it was, but a mutter from that bitch reached his ears.
"...Astra...?" she spoke very weakly.
Ashier turned to her with a dark expression, and approached her. "Hey," he asked; his tone hostile, "is he one of yours?"
"..." she kept her mouth shut.
Anger made Ashier forget that she was already near death, as he kicked him with all the forced he could.
"Ugh!" she groaned as she supressed the pain and the urge to scream, but it only served to irritate Ashier further.
"Answer me you fucking bitch! Who was it?!" he kicked again, and again, and again, and again...
...until finally, she spoke.
"...ve...me..."
"Huh? What was that?"
She slowly turned her head in a certain direction, as her hand then slowly, and weakly reached out. Once again, she spoke. But this time, it was louder...and this time...clearer...
"...Save...me..."
Ashier looked at her in confusion as to what she was talking about, but a voice shook him to his core, as it reached his ears.
"Yeah. So take a rest for now..."
Before he had noticed, the bitch had already disappeared, and someone else was inside the room. The very secret room that he had prepared and hid with all he could. Someone had actually found this place even though the Imperial forces failed to.
He turned his head towards the foreign presence that appeared behind him, and saw a young man in civilian outfit.
"Yo. Did you have fun beating up, milady, fucker?" he spoke in a tone that seemed calm, but the killing intent in him oozed out as he looked at Ashier with a gaze of absolute zero.