Deep inside the Western-style mansion, within the garden network connection hall, the large node device known as the “Alice Tree” suddenly emitted a series of low, resonant hums.
Flickering light points darted among the thousands of cables intertwined into the shape of a canopy.
From the ceiling and deep within the walls came the noise of mechanical components moving—accompanied by the activation of emergency cooling and pressure release systems.
Hidden grates on a part of the mansion’s rooftop slid open, and surging waves of hot air gushed out.
Marin sat at the base of the Alice Tree, slowly opening her eyes.
As several cables behind her disconnected, this living doll’s eyes finally regained a glint of life.
But her expression was still sluggish and dull.
After several more seconds, she slowly lifted her head and looked toward the servo assistant resting beside her.
Maris was smoking.
The good news was that this clockwork maid didn’t seem to be damaged beyond repair.
She soon regained consciousness, accompanied by light clicking noises within her body.
She lifted her head, a faint glimmer flickering in her eyes.
“Maris.” Marin broke the silence.
“I’m here, Miss Marin.”