“……Performance recovered to one hundred percent. I will transition to standby mode until Master’s instructions are given.”
Both arms and legs returned to normal, and after confirming the sensation of each part, Lyra suddenly stopped moving.
She said ‘standby mode’ herself, so that’s probably what it means.
“Hey.”
“!?”
“You’ve properly removed the command program, right?”
“Fugo! Fugo!”
It seems she followed the order properly.
Well, I can just confirm with Lyra, and if she lies, she’ll be instantly impaled through the heart. She wouldn’t try to deceive us at this point.
“Please be assured, Master. The orders from this trash have already been erased.”
“I see. That’s good.”
I nod at Lyra’s calm reply.
More than anything, the fact that she can properly call trash, trash, is proof that she’s been freed from this trash’s curse. Or rather, there’s too much trash, it’s confusing.
“By the way, I’ve been wondering, why did you attack this trash when we arrived?”
“The order I received before rebooting was, ‘Eliminate anyone who enters this room.’ Naturally, that includes the trash who gave the order.”
“I, I see…”
…I need to be careful not to choke myself when giving instructions to Lyra.
“Please be assured, Master. The command ‘Never harm Master’ has already been implemented within me. This alone cannot be erased by any means.”
“I, I see…”
I wonder. I feel a Yandere vibe similar to Sandra. I want to think it’s just my imagination.
“That’s a good attitude. From now on, you will follow Lord Hal’s instructions, okay?”
“I only obey Master. Your orders have been discarded.”
“…It seems you want to return to being junk again.”
“Stop, stop!”
Seeing Sandra take up Balmung and Lyra get into position with the Blast Cannon, I hurriedly stepped in.
What should I do? I can’t see a future where these two get along.
And if these two fight, surely the surrounding area will turn into a wasteland, right? It’s one thing here, but if they do that in the Royal Palace, it’ll be a disaster…
“? What’s this?”
A dial-like tool lying on the ground caught my eye.
For some reason, I ignored the two arguing and picked up the tool… yeah, I don’t get it.
Despite not understanding it, I was strangely intrigued, so I put it in my pocket. I’ll threaten McLaren to check it out later.
More importantly, stopping these two is the priority right now.
“L, Lyra. She… Sandra is my wife. So, I’d be happy if you could follow her instructions just like you follow mine…”
“That’s right. I am Lord Hal’s one and only wife.”
Sandra puffed out her small chest to emphasize that she was special to me. What is that, so cute.
“Is that so. I am merely Master’s tool.”
As if competing with Sandra, Lyra also puffed out her small… no, her Monica-level large chest.
Ehh… I don’t understand anymore.
“Caz is Hal’s only partner, you know!”
Yes, yes, of course my partner is only Caz.
Caz jumping around on my shoulder to compete is so much more soothing than the murderous atmosphere of the other two.
“Everyone, please do your best. After all, it is I, Monica, who will be serving Prince Harold by his side more than anyone else.”
“!”
Ah… I knew Monica would get involved eventually.
There’s no way she wouldn’t join such a pointless squabble…
“W, well, I’m Hal’s special friend!”
“Ufufu, I’m the only one who can heal Lord Hal.”
“Mumu! I’m the only one who can be Hal-dono’s sparring partner!”
“Hal-san! I want meat!”
Why are all the others who were watching us trying to join the fight?
Well, except for one girl who is just being true to her desires.
“…Hal. I think you’re going to get stabbed someday.”
“Bro, I envy you…”
Lloyd put a hand on my shoulder and shook his head, while Owen looked at me with envious eyes.
Faced with this suddenly chaotic situation, I looked up at the ceiling with distant eyes.
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