After the matters concerning Ganatica had been swiftly dealt with, the remaining trouble concerned the construct butler. As for the Alchemical Golem Punk had created more than a hundred thousand years ago and which had worked faithfully ever since, Punk's way of handling it remained simple and clear.
He merely gave the old butler a calm command:
"Sebastian, after delivering this message to Ganatica, you must go to the magical waste disposal area, enter standby mode, and cease all functions. As for what comes after that... it will no longer concern you!"
The secluded ancient tower was deathly and profound. Its metallic stone bricks gleamed with polished splendor, while ancient vacuum endured the fading sunlight, and silent ranks whispered of the lush passage of time...
"Respected Mr. Whisper of Destruction, is my work coming to an end?"
Upon hearing Punk's characteristically concise command, the construct butler, who seemed far more emotionally rich than when he had first left the factory, merely froze slightly. Aside from the faint sway of his crude metal-clad arms within the shadow of his hunched body, his reaction showed little surprise.
Concepts such as resistance or rebuttal had never existed for him.
Even though he had acquired many emotions that should never have existed during more than a hundred thousand years of work and life, the old butler's loyalty remained as unquestionable as ever.
Thus, after instinctively asking one unnecessary question, Sebastian needed no answer from his master. He immediately bent into a heavy, deep bow and accepted this "final command."
Standing beneath the gentle sunlight, the rigid and heavy construct butler continued in his eternally respectful tone:
"Sebastian has received the order. My work is about to reach its end, and completing my final task shall be my last mission... It has been my greatest