I Want To

Sera instinctively took a step back, but the Herta relentlessly advanced until Sera's back was pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Miss Herta."

Sera turned her head away, trying to keep her distance, her ear tips flushing red.

"Aren't you standing too close?"

"Oh?"

Miss Herta seemed completely unconcerned.

"Perhaps, but I want to know, what exactly are you?"

"I am Herrscher, and I am also human. I am Seraphis."

Sera didn't hesitate for a moment; this was the answer etched deepest in his heart.

"The Herrscher?"

Hearing a new term piqued Ms. Herta's interest even more.

"Well, you can think of it as -- an agent of the gods."

I am the Herrscher of Corruption.

Seeing Herta's increasingly eager expression, as if he wanted to ask a question, Sera felt a headache coming on.

"Stop, Miss Herta. Solving problems requires a step-by-step approach; don't ask all the questions at once."

"Step by step?" Miss Herta's face was full of disdain and curiosity.

"Shouldn't those simple problems be obviously solved?"

Sera somewhat helpless, her hand unconsciously wanting to rub her forehead, but she was too close to the Herta, so Sera suppressed the feeling.

Geniuses are like this...

Geniuses stroll among the stars, while mediocre ones can hardly even leave a trace.

"Miss Herta."

"Stop."

Miss Herta held out her palm, signaling Sera to shut up.

"Just call me Herta. You're one of my kind, so you have the right to call me that. Adding 'Miss' after me all the time is a hassle, even if you don't find it troublesome!"

"Hmm, Herta."

Sera had also found it somewhat troublesome, but since he wasn't very familiar with the Herta and they had only recently met, Sera thought it best to use honorifics.

However, since Herta has already said that, we can just call him Herta.

What I mean is, it's best if you don't need to know this right now.

Sera didn't have the confidence to say everything, so he could only cautiously probe.

"Then it's okay from now on, right?"

Herta brought her face very close because she noticed that Sera would look a little dazed, so she took the opportunity to observe her reaction.

"Yes, I promise you, when I'm able to speak, I will tell the entire galaxy without hesitation."

Sera made a solemn promise, partly because he enjoyed teaching others, and partly because... knowledge should circulate and be shared, although some things were no longer necessary.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to be the first to tell me."

Without realizing it, Miss Herta seemed to have forgotten what she had said earlier.

Even if she remembered, Miss Herta wouldn't care. Compared to the unknown, it was just a matter of denying what she had said casually. If such a good thing happened, Miss Herta would rather have more of it.

After finishing their conversation, Miss Herta took out a teacup and poured herself a cup of black tea.

"Sit down, have some tea, and then read your book."

Sera casually pulled a book from the bookshelf, gently placed the book about androids that she had been holding back in its original position, and sat quietly on the sofa.

Herta glanced at it briefly; Sera was holding a book about flowers, one she had read a long time ago.

Opening a book is like a habit; the book has been turned to a specific page.

Sera glanced at the flower names in the book, then at Miss Herta.

So the flowers on Herta's body were purple lilies! They really suit her perfectly. An elegant and noble air, and an eternally proud personality.

However, how did he end up holding the book like this? Sigh... Sera stood up and put the book back where it was. This time, he only started taking it after he clearly saw the title.

Time passed by, and Herta chatted with Sera, who kept reading and exchanging books. The more they talked, the happier Miss Herta became.

During her conversation with Sera, Miss Herta clearly sensed a similarity between Sera and herself—this girl, like her, would undoubtedly be a genius.

In terms of knowledge, Herta is on par with her in their respective areas of expertise. In fact, their conversation just now, and their different perspectives on the issues they discussed, gave them both new insights into the problems.

Indeed, geniuses should only associate with other geniuses.

A thought crossed Miss Herta's mind: she was beginning to understand Elias Salas's ideas.

but...

Herta frowned. Geniuses with a personality like Sera's, which made her feel comfortable, and who were also very humane, were rare.

There are also geniuses in the galaxy who are utterly inhuman and trample on morality. Who am I talking about? Do you know the Dr. Primitive?

There are too few people like her and Sera who have sound personalities and a conscience; it would be great if there were more of them.

"Herta, isn't it time for dinner?"

Although Sera felt perfectly fine, she was still used to going to bed early and waking up early. After checking the time, she decided she needed to eat first and then get some rest.

"Um?"

With the basic preparations for the puppet project complete, Herta, who was remotely building the intelligent system, looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Wait me a moment."

After uttering those words, Herta continued constructing the system, Sera quietly watched as Herta completed the final part of its construction.

"Alright, let's go."

Herta rose and led Sera to the dining table.

What do you want to eat?

Herta held his phone, lowered his eyes, and operated it for a while before ordering the food he wanted.

Sera was a little puzzled; would the Herta order takeout?

"I just want to be like you."

"Um."

Herta noticed the confusion in Sera's eyes and only spoke up to explain after he finished pointing.

"I have other things to do, I don't have time to cook tonight, ordering takeout is the most convenient way."

"I just feel, Herta, aren't you worried about the hygiene of takeout food?"

"They wouldn't dare."

That's perfectly normal. It's Herta's territory; who else would order takeout there?

Even if they use inferior materials, who would dare use substandard ingredients after seeing the address? Besides, Miss Herta can't possibly order cheap food, can she?

Once they're chosen by the Herta, they'll have a golden reputation on the Blue, guaranteeing profits as long as they don't make mistakes.

The food arrived by drone half an hour later. Looking at the dishes, which were clearly made with expensive ingredients, Sera fell into deep thought. Is this the famous genius?

What are you standing there for?

Herta was already used to this and picked up some food with her chopsticks. Looking at Sera, who seemed like she had never seen anything like this before, she felt a little amused and helpless, but she didn't show it.

"Eat quickly, then come with me to the lab."

"Hmm? The second experiment?"

Sera asked with some doubt, "Preparing so quickly?"

What are you thinking about?

Herta was somewhat helpless.

"It's to ask you to help with a project about dolls."

"Who will help you finish it? Me?"

Sera looked at the Herta in disbelief.

"Who else could it be?"

"But don't geniuses dislike others interfering with their research?"

"I'd be happy to. You can be my assistant, and you can decide on your own pay."