At that moment, a glint of scrutiny flashed through those eyes.
"Only charged to ten percent... Mr. Stoker, this makes me question your intentions."
Facing the girl who tilted her head like a cat as she studied him, the man in aristocratic attire spread his hands.
"Relax, Gary."
"We have never been your enemies, neither in the past nor now."
"Look, we haven't damaged this island that means so much to you. On the contrary, we've done everything we can to keep it running.
We only want to use your 'father's' technology... to make someone important open their eyes again."
"The brain chip he invented can copy all of a person's memories.
If we fill a chip with someone's memories, then use their Lineage Factor to grow a body identical to the one they had in life and combine the two-"
"Scientifically speaking, perhaps that could be called... bringing back the dead."
Bram Stoker wore old-fashioned aristocratic attire, yet the words leaving his mouth concerned cutting-edge technology.
The former captain of the palace guard had certainly gone to great lengths to serve his sovereign.
"Using a brain chip... to bring someone back?"
The cat-eared girl, who had been stretching her limbs, paused, a shadow passing through her mismatched eyes.
"Stop.
You and your master will only end up utterly disappointed."
Faced with her advice, the finely dressed man merely shook his head calmly.
"Without actually trying, who can say how it will end?"
-Heh.
But I've already witnessed that ending myself.
Her thoughts unsettled by his words, the girl turned her gaze toward the ground below the factory.
Two figures who had raced over had already stopped there and were looking up at them.
"Are those the intruders you mentioned?"
"Yes."
After receiving confirmation from the nobleman beside her, the