Over the next two days, to make it easier to discuss the topic of the "Silver Witch Church Development Guide," Ivette and Bingyu moved their meeting place to the garden pavilion on the estate. A small lake lay beside it, with red and white carp playing back and forth through the water. The scenery was pleasant.
In the morning, the sky above Ish Island was a flawless blue. Wisps of cloud drifted across the azure expanse, blending into the distant horizon of the sea. Several seagulls circled at the edge of sight, their cries long and lingering.
After listening to Ivette recount her recent trip to the Snow Kingdom, Bingyu wore a dazed expression before finally saying, "Miss Good Samaritan, your experiences are so complicated."
Dressed in a sleeveless sailor uniform that did absolutely nothing to cover her thighs, Ivette looked like a high school student—no, more like a middle school girl. "So, what do you think?"
Although Bingyu looked a little silly, Ivette had never doubted her intelligence. After all, she was an incarnation of the Mechanical God and had kept up an impeccable act for five hundred years without exposing a single flaw. As for why she seemed so innocent and naive, Ivette felt it was probably related to the nature of Mechanical Puppets themselves.
—No survival crisis, no physical desires, no need to eat or drink. All she had to do every day was find ways to have fun. With such blessed conditions, it was only natural for her personality to resemble that of a carefree child.
Just like Ivette herself: if she did not have to confront a True God, uncover the truth behind the War of Divine Judgment, and rescue Dugrabi, she would not have the motivation to keep herself busy.
Wouldn't it be nice