"I don't need any repayment from you, just leave as soon as you get well," the Blade Warrior murmured, fluttering her beautiful eyelashes. She tried to discern something from Yita's actions, considering that Yita 13 was a robot that had been forcefully commanded by Saudi, so its safety as a free agent remained in question.
"I... have regained my freedom?"
Yita stood up, looking at the beautiful face in the mirror, and the tight skin, hardly believing that the self-destruct device inside had been disabled, and that someone would let him go with no strings attached.
Yita 13 didn't think anyone would be so kind-hearted. "You helped me, what's your purpose, and where is this place?" he turned and asked the Blade Warrior.
"As I've said, there is no special purpose. You and I are both robots, perhaps that's the reason. As for this place," the Blade Warrior clearly informed Yita, "this is Maraca Freedom Port, to be exact, the headquarters of the Combat Power Tester company."
