"It's too beautiful to be hidden. So… can't you show it?" he said.
Christian knew this was probably a sensitive topic. But after spending more than two months together, he couldn't help but ask. It had been bothering him for a while.
Anastasia didn't reply right away.
She seemed to be thinking about something… deliberating. And then, without much of a warning, she took the eyepatch off with a flick of her fingers and teasingly said, "Happy now?"
Christian blinked, caught a little off guard.
"Well… yes, I'm happy," he admitted with a faint smile.
'But it was that easy?'
For a moment, he wondered if he'd misunderstood the situation this whole time — if there really was no deep story behind it. But when he looked into her mismatched eyes — one violet, the other golden — and saw the playfulness in both, he decided to stop caring about the reason.
Instead, he focused on his work — blacksmithing.
His progress on her android, especially the skeletal structure, was nearing completion. Just a few more days, and he'd be able to move on to the mechanical parts.
After that, Christian didn't plan to rest.
He was going to begin preparing everything for Iris's body. That alone would take an enormous amount of time and effort… but he didn't intend to stop there.
He had plans for one more android.
A new one — this time built specifically to be his mechanical assistant. She would be responsible for managing the workshop and overseeing the technical tasks that didn't need his direct involvement.
Christian was already preparing for his retirement.
Iris as the head of the androids.
Alpha as the head maid.
Beta — the upcoming android — as the workshop supervisor.
And Zero, handling all the external duties.
With those four in place…
Life should become easier, right?
Christian couldn't help but hope.
With unprecedented concentration, Christian was currently putting the final touches on Anastasia's android.
Her excited gaze lingered at his side, but it didn't bother him — not even slightly.
He was too absorbed in his work.
So absorbed, in fact, that when something suddenly unexpectedly happened… he didn't even notice.
[Due to prolonged and intense focus, the skill Concentration has been created.]
Christian still knowing that he suddenly acquired a skill, didn't stop. If anything, he became even more immersed in his work.
Anastasia, however, was not in the same state.
She had noticed it instantly — the subtle external shift, and the much more profound internal one. Her pretty eyes widened, astonishment overtaking even the excitement of receiving a new toy.
For a moment, she was stunned.
But she quickly gathered herself. Her eyes glowed, and strange, foreign runes shimmered within them as she tried to trace the anomaly. To understand what just happened.
But once again… she found nothing.
With a shake of her head, she turned to Christian with a quiet, meaningful gaze — and a faint smirk.
She had thought she was already used to his surprises. That nothing he did could astonish her anymore.
But apparently… she was wrong again.
'I really should make you my disciple,' she thought, her golden eye twinkling with amusement and interest.
Time passed quickly after that.
And then, suddenly, Christian's voice broke the silence.
His hair was disheveled, and some sweat clung to his forehead. His clothes were wrinkled, and his posture slouched from hours of work.
But despite all that — his smile shone through. It was the smile of someone truly satisfied.
At least for this moment — he was content.
Content, because he had finished a job for someone else… and it was finally over.
"Good job," Anastasia said, walking to his side with an approving nod. Her gaze was locked onto the android, visibly pleased.
Christian, seeing her expression, suddenly lifted his hand — and before he could stop himself, he reached out and gently patted her head.
He ran his hand through her silky hair, ruffling it lightly.
And that's when Anastasia turned her gaze toward him. Slowly.
He had been swept up in the moment.
And completely forgot about that incident from three months ago…
Now, staring into her narrowing eyes, the memory came back in full force — like a hammer to the head.
Slightly nervous, but still not taking his hand away, Christian waited for the consequences.
But… Anastasia didn't say anything.
He continued patting her head, and even grumbled under his breath, "It's your fault for having such a cute appearance and… such a patable head."
His muttering was met with a cold smile from Anastasia.
"Really now?" she said slowly. "It's not that you've forgotten your place?"
She looked angry. Her voice cold, her expression sharp — but Christian wasn't fooled.
He caught the playful tone beneath the surface, buried just under the act.
So, he pushed his luck.
He kept patting her for a few more good moments before — in one swift move — he pinched her cheek.
Her soft, warm cheek.
Christian wore a pleased, thoroughly content expression after that, clearly proud of his boldness.
But Anastasia, who now rubbed her cheek and tried to smooth down her tousled hair, glared up at him with puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes.
"It seems," she said, with adorable menace, "like I really should teach you some proper manners. Like how to treat your future master with more respect."
Christian pretended not to hear her, turning away slightly with an exaggerated hum.
But Anastasia only chuckled — low and sinister — and said, "I was going to give you another gift. Since you finally finished making my android."
She paused, then added sweetly, "But I changed my mind."
Christian's smile faded a little.
He knew just how valuable anything from Anastasia was.
So, he looked at her and said carefully, "The high and mighty Stasy… can't possibly be this petty."
"Surely you wouldn't take my childish acts that seriously, right?"
But Anastasia only tilted her head — and without hesitation, replied, "Unfortunately, you're wrong."
A dark smile crossed her lips.
"I can be even more petty and childish."
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