Chapter 421 The Supreme Warrior Who Does Not Wish to Reveal His Name (1/2)

”Humans are so strange; they're always busy for some bizarre reason.”

In Joshua's study within the liege's residence in the main city of Moldavia, the silver-haired girl was complaining to her brother. ”Ling, what do you think? Why is it so?”

The black-haired boy who was overwhelmed with all sort of administrative duties looked up tiredly towards his idling sister. He looked prepared to utter some profanity in reply, but thanks to his cultured upbringing he merely grumbled. ”Creatures who are not human would be busy too… To be frank, you should be too. Where are the two sisters? Aren't you supposed to look after them?”

”They've played around too much around noontime, they're all asleep now.” Ying replied. The female divine armament then stood from her chair, hands behind her back as she walked over to the window.

”Why hasn't Master returned?” she asked with a curious stare outside. ”He should be only out for a stroll with Black, but it's already evening now…”

Indeed, it was evening. The main city had become rather quiet apart from the taverns—smoke billowed from chimneys of the houses, with only the pyroxene lights flickering on both sides of the streets.

”Guess they ran a bit too far?” Ling mumbled noncommittedly while going through a document. ”Black was feeling a little stuffy lately; she might have run at full speed to the Lost Sea in half a day. By the way, sister, don't just stand and watch, help me with these.”

”No way!” The silver-haired girl refused resolutely and turned towards her brother, her arms crossed in an X-shape. ”That's your job, I won't help you with that!”

”Then don't be a bother!” Ling bellowed in frustration at Ying's complete lack of sympathy, and randomly grabbed a set of paperwork towards the young girl. As if a wooden plate, the hard envelope spiraled as it flew at Ying's head.

”Too slow!”

The silver-haired girl smiled and simply extended her right hand, pinching the envelope out of the air handily with just two fingers that were lithe and snowy. Waving it about with a self-satisfied expression, she said proudly, ”I've been practicing Master's movements! Just look, and should I be saying 'poor' at this very moment too?”

”… As long as you're happy.” Annoyed, angry and already speechless right then, Ying helplessly shook his head before turning around to keep handling the official duties. ”Really, I'm dying here. Don't trouble me, go find Miss 03 if you want to play. She should be making her night rounds; she won't mind going on a walk with you.”

”Miss 03 likes to float here and there in the air, going out with her feels holding a kite while walking on the street—it's weird!” Ying pouted, before letting out a small gasp when she saw the words on the envelope. ”Eh? This is a letter from High Lord Moreila to Master. Didn't you notice it before, Ling?”

”High Lord Moreila?” Ling indeed did not notice. He had grabbed it arbitrarily, but shrugged when he saw his sister's interested expression. ”Then that letter's yours. Just remember to recite the contents when Master's back.”

Since Joshua often traveled to train his Kokyu-ho or his own knights, he rarely handled his public duty—with most being delegated to Ling, Ying and Miss 03. He trusted the trio so much that he would allow them to go through private missives, provided that they inform him of the contents when he returned.

”Alright.” Ying would not jokingly refuse since the letter was already in her hand. She went to sit on a chair in a corner, swiftly tearing apart the hard envelope which dwarves frequently used and was mixed with metallic residues to read the contents.

[To the ruler of Moldavia, Joshua van Radcliffe,

The living metal on Unit-01's body is an extraordinary treasure. By analyzing it I have understood the method which gives metals life, a priceless technology for the Underground Citizens (the official self-given name for the dwarves). The Northern Runic Dwarves are all thankful for your selflessness and generosity.

That being said, animating metals is a complicated process and we had only come up with the prototype. When you have time to spare, please visit the dwarf settlement and take a look at our processes. I would also like to know how your 'Authority' works, so that we could improve our procedures.

With your ability now, you would definitely not require any weapons or armors that we could craft now. Still, your subordinates might, and living metals would prove useful since it possesses a powerful self-repair aspect whether used as weapon or armor. Currently, I'm attempting to use the material to craft an enchanted armor, with Unit-01 seemingly interested too. Recently, it had been standing around the Great Furnace while watching our crafting process—I suspect that it was analyzing the composition of the magic armor.

Apart from that, I'm still doubtful about your suggestion last time—the one where you wanted us to produce an autonomous human puppet construct? It's not impossible, but your request was a little too demanding since most constructs are at least two meters tall for energy core placement and reasoning circuitry.

The one you had requested for at most one and a half meters, and with a slim build too… Forgive my frankness, but it's rather meaningless. And you've even specifically asked for no reasoning circuitry, so perhaps you only wanted a simple living metallic statue?

Nevertheless, that's the current situation. The runic factory had been completed, with several of my nephews heading over to supervise the work. As long as the materials are enough, we could produce fifty standard magic armor before summer next year, which should fulfill your knight platoon's needs.]

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The old dwarf Moreila had written the letter in common dwarf format—meaning that the lettering was minuscule. To go through the contents clearly, Ying had to pay full attention as she scanned through every word. She was so absorbed that she did not notice that the study's door had swung open.

”Working so seriously, huh.” A familiar voice wafted behind her, startling her so much that the female divine armament flung the letter aside. Fortunately, a gentle power caught it out of the air, and returned it into Ying's hand.

”It's fine, there's no need to work that hard. Hurry and get some rest.”

Joshua had stepped into the study together with Black, a bunch of translucent flowers in his hand. He went to stroke Ling's head first—the black-haired youth's mental core was about to crash.

”Never thought that Ying would volunteer to help Ling work,” the warrior said in slight surprise as he then turned to the silver-haired girl. ”Really looking like a sister there.”

No! The black-haired youth bellowed inwardly as he sprawled over the table, feeling lifeless. She did not help me work! She's nothing like a sister!

Nevertheless, Ling was too lazy to reveal Ying's true face, and simply closed his eyes in blissful ignorance to cooldown his mental circuits.