Wei'en stared at the items listed on the parchment, frowning in thought for a few seconds. He gritted his teeth and continued to write. 'In that case, I might as well set a loftier goal—I'll make it my research objective to upgrade Shawa to the Regent—no, the Legendary grade!'
'With a Legendary-grade undead-mechanical fusion as the research objective, even if I fail, surely no one would doubt my research capabilities... right?'
While Wei'en was busy, outside his workshop, three people and a zombie sat at the dining table, engaged in a very "friendly" conversation.
"...I'm sorry, Lady Clelia, but I refuse to join your guard," Pavla said, her expression resolute.
Clelia chuckled, filing her nails. "Then you'd rather be a maid here? I don't quite get it. Is being my guard really so much worse than being a maid?"
