Looking at the magnificent glow radiating from the arm, there was no doubt that this was the finest creation he could make at his current level.
But this was probably his limit, too.
If a true Master Mechanic had done the work, an epic-grade death star crystal could certainly have been used to create an arm of a quality beyond legendary.
But this was enough.
Because a gift was not about being the best, but about whether you had put enough thought and care into it.
Lynn reached out and slowly caught the still-scorching arm, white vapor rising from it. Then he turned toward Black String Moon, who was staring blankly at the scene beside him, and waggled his eyebrows with a smile.
"Well? Aside from the skin, isn't this arm exactly like your original one? Hmm?"
Black String Moon came back to her senses. Looking at his smile, as warm as a spring breeze, her eyelashes trembled slightly. For a moment, she did not know how to answer.
Then she silently lowered her head and stood there without moving.
Clearly.
Such fervent treatment left her at a loss and made her thoughts even more confused.
Seeing Miss Doll's reaction, Lynn knew she had unconsciously activated her passive mood-killing ability again. If any other girl had responded with silence at a time like this, it would certainly have made the other person feel terribly awkward.
But precisely because he understood Miss Doll's personality.
Lynn also knew.
Miss Doll was now like a girl stepping out of a dark room for the first time. Faced with the dazzling light outside, she instinctively felt bewildered and flustered by things she had never experienced before. This was actually a way of protecting herself.
But Lynn also believed.
As long as he could break