Hearing such a strange question, the Ex-Machina girl raised her head in bewilderment, her face showing little expression.
She obediently gave up resisting and let the invisible telekinetic force bring her before Roland.
From less than half a meter away, her gleaming red eyes quietly met Roland's gaze.
Compared with other races, even the Ex-Machina themselves regarded her existence as a weapon that had lost its value. Suddenly hearing such an invitation would inevitably leave her somewhat at a loss, wouldn't it?
Still, she looked even cuter up close.
Roland studied the Ex-Machina girl. At close range, her flawless, work-of-art appearance was even more captivating.
Even when he experimentally poked her fair skin and felt its pleasantly yielding resilience, though she was immature in every respect, that mechanical, taciturn doll-like quality had considerable charm of its own.
Roland cleared his throat and spoke.
"That said, you don't have the option of refusing." As he spoke, he pointed toward Jibril. "As you can see, if you don't accept my invitation, this Flügel beside us will simply execute you. Even if I don't intervene, you have absolutely no chance of winning."
Hearing this, the Ex-Machina girl tilted her little head, as though she had finally come back to her senses.
"[Question]... Unable to understand."
Expressionless, she spoke in a mechanical tone.
Though her voice had no inflection, that flaw hardly outweighed its merits. The girl's clear, youthful timbre made that cold tone sound like a clear spring.
Judging by how she had already abandoned resistance, her question probably wasn't about whether his words were true, but why he wasn't killing her.
With that thought, Roland smiled and said.
"You don't understand? I think the reason is quite simple. You're very valuable, after all."
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