Chapter 483 - 37. Helena
"Pervert..."
The demi-human girl Alinur, who Fisher had freed from the Spinner’s restraints, shrank into a corner of the room. With tears in the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Fisher, who stood at the window examining the broken machine, and muttered a curse under her breath, clearly thinking it was something Fisher had done on purpose.
Despite being a human, doing such things to a demi-human... such a pervert.
At that moment, her Maid outfit was slashed with numerous conspicuous gaps, revealing her milk-like skin and the beige straps of her undergarments. No matter how she tried to cover them with her hands, they couldn’t be hidden. Instead, her failed attempts gave off a slightly coquettish air. Simultaneously, her short tail behind her cautiously raised a bit, like an antenna sensing danger.
"Alinur, put on my clothes first..."
Blair had no choice but to reluctantly take off his barista attire and dress Alinur with it. But as he took off the coat with tails, the tail behind him, with its tip singed bald, became extremely conspicuous, like a corn cob that had been partially nibbled away, comical in its appearance.
"Did you hear that, Fisher? She said you’re just an old pervert who can’t walk straight at the sight of a demi-human girl..."
"Shut up."
Fisher avoided looking their way to spare their embarrassment. Emhardt, on the other hand, buzzed around like an annoying fly, embellishing Alinur’s original words with quite some adjectives, seemingly to better fit the sinister image of Fisher he harbored in his heart.
By now, the damaged core of the machinery by the window had been taken out by Fisher from the device. He inspected the core in his hands, which had lost its original color. The innards, once precise components, were entirely burnt by the released electrical arcs. Beyond a heap of charred matter, he discovered nothing else.
According to Blair, inside the Snow Cloud Special Attack Team, they usually refer to such devices as "Wisdom Machinery." The reason lies in the fact that these machines, like a relic with consciousness, can engage in simple conversations with them and execute corresponding commands as instructed.
While they were incredibly practical, the corresponding price tag was steep. Not many were available even across the entire organization. To bring this piece of Ice to the Mia Snow Cloud Special Attack Team was quite a financial bleed, and now the mission hadn’t even started, and Fisher had already blown up one of the reconnaissance Wisdom Machinery, making Blair start pondering over how to write the report upon returning.
But the damage to the equipment was a fait accompli, and focusing on the current mission was of paramount importance.