Unlike those dormant weapons, this automaton possesses its own consciousness. But to restrict her, the Holy Land placed multiple seals upon her.
One seal dictates that if she doesn’t consume Holy Blood within seven days, she’ll enter a berserk state.
"The resulting power surge would engulf most of the city," the female mage said. "We couldn’t possibly miss it."
Hearing this, the others were shocked. "You mean the automaton that wiped out the angelic legion during the Holy Sacrifice War?!"
"Exactly her," the female mage nodded.
"But if she truly goes berserk, Haven City would be overturned by her power!" the knight said seriously. He’d only just learned what the stolen Divine Artifact really was.
"After such a blow, no matter how we explain it, the Awakened Association will surely wage war against the Holy Land without hesitation..." The knight’s face lost its composure. The other two men also looked grim.
"That’s her fully berserk state," the female mage explained. "But as the seven-day deadline nears, power fluctuations will emanate from her first. We have six hours to find her before she truly loses control."
As she spoke, she pulled a palm-sized bottle from the cleavage of her snow-white bosom. Inside lay a small amount of crystal-clear crimson liquid, glowing with divine radiance and emitting a faint light.
Surprisingly, the others weren’t drawn to the alluring scene. Their gazes glued to the bottle of Holy Blood, unable to look away.
"So this is Holy Blood..."
The knight breathed heavily, staring at the liquid. Not just him—even the female mage struggled to suppress her gaze. The Holy Blood contained immense, directly absorbable power. It also held fragmented inherited memories, all incredibly tempting.
Fortunately, they were elites trained by the Holy Land, loyal and strong-willed. None would steal from their own. With effort, the mage tucked the bottle back. It took them a while to recover from its allure.
"That’s truly Holy Blood’s miraculous power," the knight said bitterly after a pause. "Just looking at it makes you want to absorb it uncontrollably." For a moment, his knightly convictions had shaken, almost driving him to seize it.
The others were similarly drained, having resisted only through sheer willpower.
"Martha, don’t take that thing out so easily again," Caucasus said, wiping sweat from his brow. "I might not resist tearing your clothes off."
"Heh, even without the Holy Blood, your eyes are already tearing her clothes off," mocked Cole, the beastman-transformer. Caucasus’s face flushed instantly.
Martha shot them a glare. "I don’t mind you tearing my clothes off—as long as you withstand my magic."
Hearing her fierce words, both men turned away sheepishly. They’d witnessed Martha’s terrifying power.
...
After school, Coco quickly found her dog on a bench using the dog tag her brother gave her. To her surprise, Rollroll lounged like a boss on the chair. Two mummy-like figures—bandaged and bruised—were diligently massaging him.
Coco watched in astonishment, then pouted. "I only have one Servant attending me. This dog gets two masseurs?!"
Displeased, she marched over. Under the shocked gazes of the unrecognizable men, she grabbed Rollroll’s ears.
Rollroll jolted awake. Seeing his little devil-like mistress, he shook off the men’s hands, jumped down fawningly, and rubbed his head against her calf.
It was a dream move for lolicon fans. From his position, he could almost glimpse under her skirt—the white panties with pink bows she wore. But as a dog, Rollroll had zero interest in human females. He didn’t realize how much his actions provoked jealousy. Before, it had nearly given street otaku heart attacks from envy.
"Silly dog, where’d you find these weird-looking guys?" Coco asked Rollroll.
Her blunt words almost made Lü Xiaodao and Xiao Zhang spit blood. *Weird-looking? We look like this because of your damn dog!* But needing Rollroll’s help, they swallowed their anger.
Their gazes made Coco uneasy. Still gripping Rollroll’s ears, she started pulling him away. "Forget it. Come with me now. If we’re late, the Servant will kick your butt. You don’t want that, right?" She rambled while leading Rollroll off. Their appearance wasn’t just ridiculous—it felt perverted.
"Wait."
Just as Coco turned to leave, Lü Xiaodao spoke up.
Coco jumped, her face wary. "W-what do you want?"
Seeing her cat-like alertness and readiness to sic the dog on him, Lü Xiaodao ducked instinctively. "W-wait! No harm meant. I just want Brother Rollroll to return our stuff."
"What?" Coco was shocked. "You call this silly dog ‘Brother’?"
Lü Xiaodao nodded helplessly.
Rollroll puffed his chest proudly, acting like a magnanimous master. Then Coco smacked his head.
"Oh, you stinky dog! Taking underlings behind my back?" she fumed. "And such weird-looking ones!"
Lü Xiaodao and Xiao Zhang felt their hearts ache. *Damn it, called weird again!*
Noticing their aggrieved stares, Coco calmed slightly. She huffed. "Rollroll, give them back their stuff. So they stop bothering us."
Rollroll imitated her huff, trying to act generous. But it lacked cuteness—he huffed so hard it turned into a sneeze, snot flying out. Realizing he’d lost dignity, his eyes widened. After another impatient smack from Coco, he reluctantly spat out a stained test tube.
Watching it land on the grass, Lü Xiaodao and Xiao Zhang nearly cried with joy. But seeing them hug like lovers, Coco frowned and pulled Rollroll away. "These guys are really perverts."
At the academy gate, Coco was surprised to find Feng Ye waiting outside Sacred Heart Academy. She ran over happily, then put on a calm facade. "S-Servant, why pick me up today?"
"I was doing a commission nearby," Feng Ye said honestly. "I calculated your dismissal time and waited."
"What? You didn’t come specifically for me?" Coco pouted. "Even Rollroll follows me daily. You won’t make a special trip?"
"But I am here to pick you up now..."
"I don’t care. As punishment, Servant, carry me home on your back."
"You’re not a kid anymore..." Feng Ye sighed. "Aren’t you embarrassed to be carried in public?"
"Hmph! Last PE class, horny boys fought over carrying me during the horse-riding game. No one got to play!" Coco declared proudly. "With my charm, it’s your honor."
"But you called it punishment..."
"Ugh! Servant, shut up!" Her face flushed. She kicked his shin. "Are you carrying me or not?"
Feng Ye looked at her helplessly, then squatted. Coco happily climbed on, her slender arms wrapping around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder.
...
