"...Question: does 'wife' mean what is recorded in the database?"
"That's right. Of course, if you want someone to call you their wife, that's fine too. After all, the Universe is vast, and nothing is too strange to exist." Zhang Xiu nodded with apparent seriousness, though inside he was desperately holding back laughter.
March 7th had been about to stop him, but then it occurred to her that Svarog might actually have such thoughts. She promptly turned her wise gaze toward him.
Unexpectedly, Svarog did not even pause to think this time. He gave a single reply: "Rejected."
"Huh? But you've been single for so long. Are you really not interested in a little romance between machines?"
"For family, Clara alone is sufficient." As Svarog spoke, the single eye in his head turned toward Clara.
"If it's because of me, Mr. Svarog... I really wouldn't mind."
"No, Clara. From the very beginning, I have never considered developing the emotion called romantic love toward any being."
"Is that so?"
Watching this exchange, Zhang Xiu crouched down and quietly observed the girl and the machine.
He knew their bond consisted entirely of familial love, clean and pure, and he could not help feeling a little envious.
After all, Zhang Xiu was rather worried that his own future children might not want to be close to him.
Ahh, can I really be a good father?
"You can." Yaoshi reached out and stroked his cheek.
"Ahem, honey, don't just read my mind whenever you feel like it." Zhang Xiu choked, then stood and snapped his fingers at March 7th and Stelle.
"Let's go. We shouldn't keep interrupting them. It's about time we left... By the way, Stelle, how are things going with Aurum Alley?"
"It's pretty much up and running now. Oh, right, here's