"What's wrong?"
Marseille turned his head, his eyes hidden behind black sunglasses looking towards Aipani who had suddenly stopped in her tracks.
The control program of Siren was highly perfect; besides carrying out assassination tasks, it could also complete daily assistance work. If needed, it could write reports with one hand and iron clothes with the other, all while stirring soup with a spoon in its mouth.
Such a "multi-functional design" easily prompted one to laugh at the mad scientists at Imperial Biological Research Institute, wondering what they were thinking. Were they creating a Terminator maid just for kicks? Did they actually want to see some muscle-bound governor in a maid outfit making a startling appearance, showing everyone how eye-wateringly ridiculous it would be for a muscly bruiser to dress up in a maid costume and act cute? Despite such misunderstandings, those mad scientists never made mistakes when it came to crucial matters.
