Lynn solemnly pulled the pillow off his face, tucked it behind his back, then straightened the Monocle and spoke with all the gravity of a grand justice:
"Since Miss Black String Moon also agrees to the terms of this treaty, Mr. Lynn shall be responsible for all of Miss Black String Moon's routine maintenance and upkeep. Under the treaty's provisions, should he ultimately fail to repair Miss Black String Moon's injuries, Mr. Lynn shall face an unprecedentedly enormous compensation payment and remain permanently responsible for this matter."
"Miss Black String Moon, do you have anything else to add?"
Suppressing her anger, Black String Moon stood up and turned toward the door, saying calmly:
"I don't need..."
But just as she rose, before she could take two steps, a ding rang out, and her body instantly froze rigidly in place.
With his eyes solemnly closed, Lynn quietly tossed the remote into system space, cleared his throat, and said:
"Since you also agree to this treaty, Miss Doll, leave your restoration to me. Don't worry. I'm a bona fide doctor, and I also dream of becoming a great mechanic. I'm very confident I can restore you to the way you were before!"
Frozen in place and unable to move, Black String Moon glared at Lynn out of the corners of her pitch-black eyes, her gaze brimming with murderous intent.
It was safe to say.
If looks could kill, Lynn would probably have died countless times by now.
"Let me go!"
Black String Moon gritted her teeth, struggling to maintain her cold, aloof expression, but the tremor of humiliated rage was still unmistakable in her voice.
Clearly, however, it did absolutely nothing.
As long as Lynn still had that remote, ownership of her would remain in this bastard's hands even if the contract