Two hours?
Theus blinked, then lowered his head and flipped through the novel again.
The entire book had been copied by hand. Even if he copied it word for word, he still would not finish in two hours.
Forget him—could Nini even finish copying it with all six hands working at once?
A bad feeling suddenly rose in Theus's heart. "Don't tell me... that bizarre talent of yours for machinery also works for writing novels?"
The Untouchables possessed astonishing talent when it came to machinery.
They could assemble machines from parts at a terrifying speed, and they did not need to think while doing it—it was more like an instinctive behavior.
Little Bu scratched her head and gave a foolish grin.
Theus's heart skipped a beat, and his scalp went numb. If Nini found out about this talent... wouldn't Castel's unofficial histories become endless?
He had always suspected that the Untouchables' various traits had been artificially designed to perfectly circumvent Cognitive Interference.
Following that line of thought, it did seem reasonable—writing novels could not trigger Cognitive Interference.
Still, it felt strange. Whoever had designed those traits probably never imagined the Untouchables would use them to write novels.
"You... write another one. Let me see."
Little Bu had been standing anxiously beside him. Seeing how serious Theus looked, she thought she had caused trouble again.
Hearing his request, she froze and looked up. Then her eyes widened, sparkling with stars. "I-I can? Is what I write okay too? Could I publish books like Lady Nini someday? Can I write unofficial histories too?"
"...No, you should write something normal instead."
The facts proved that Theus's guess had been correct.
Little Bu wrote extremely fast, seemingly skipping the planning stage altogether and producing finished work directly, just like how she assembled machines by