-620- Could you please tell me

The next day.

In one of the automaton physics buildings, students from the second year gathered in a classroom.

The style of the classroom resembled an ancient theater. The student seats were arranged in a trapezoidal shape, like an audience in a theater, surrounding the podium where the blackboard was, creating a semi-circle and presenting a high-end appearance.

At this moment, each student freely chose their seat, facing the direction of the podium.

Over there, Kimberly, with a stern face, was speaking.

"As you can see, this is the transfer student from the Far East. Even though he joined the school yesterday, he officially starts attending from today. He is ranked 101st, undoubtedly an excellent student. Feel free to praise him, you fools. Maybe if he's in a good mood, he'll teach you how to pass the regular assessments."

Kimberly made such a provocative speech, and the young man standing beside her stepped forward.

Wearing the school uniform and a magnificent jet-black coat, the young man showed an fearless expression to everyone present.

"Rorelai Arneet, as Professor Kimberly mentioned, I am the transfer student ranked 101st. I must also tell you all, even if you praise me, I can't teach you how to pass the regular assessments. Please don't come to me. Thank you."

Rozen introduced himself in this manner. Although his tone differed from Kimberly's, it wasn't cold. The laziness and indifference in his words were hard to conceal. Combined with the content of his words, it sounded like he was provoking people, making the students in the classroom look at each other.

However, when the young girl beside Rozen also stepped forward, the students in the room started to buzz with excitement.

"I am Rozen's puppet, Yaya."

Yaya made this grand introduction, wearing a beautiful smile on her face.

Looking at Yaya like this, the students in the room began to stir.

"No way?"

"That's actually a puppet?"

"It's too realistic, isn't it?"

"It's just like a real person."

The students were astonished for these reasons.

That was also to be expected.

Even in this city known as the automaton City, and even in this academy gathering outstanding automatons from all over the world, it was difficult to witness lifelike automata.

For most people, automatons typically meant iron dolls with exposed gears and cylinders, cheaply made. Even the students at the Machinart Academy could easily distinguish their own automatons from humans at a glance.

In the current situation, automata were scattered throughout the students in the chapel.

However, the automata present were either in the form of small animals, waiting for commands, or humanoid puppets or robots, mimicking human appearance. Some had horns, four hands, iron faces, and so on. The larger automata were placed in the waiting area outside the classroom. None of them seemed human.

Contrastingly, the girl before them had a faint blush on her skin and breathed normally. Her expressions appeared entirely natural, and her features were flawlessly beautiful. Regardless of how you looked at her, she appeared to be a living, breathing human.

And this stunning girl was actually an automaton?

The students couldn't believe what they were seeing.

But...

"So, a humanoid automaton like a girl..."

"Don't we have... in our academy..."

"And he even has six of them..."

"Ah, yeah, that person..."

Whispers like this spread among the students.

Hearing this, Rozen, in the midst of preparing to yawn, stopped.

Then...

"I'm very interested in the topic you're discussing."

Rozen's gaze swept over the students whispering, and he spoke with a gentle smile.

"Anyone will do. Can someone tell me about the person with six humanoid automata?"

Rozen made this request, and the students who were whispering were instantly silenced. The students in the chapel stared wide-eyed, astonished.

Especially one of them...

"What an idiot..."

Someone made this somewhat disdainful low remark.

Rozen immediately looked over.

The next second, Rozen saw it.

In a neglected corner of the chapel, there was a girl sitting alone.

The girl had a well-proportioned face, a balanced figure, and a beauty akin to a fairy with her waist-length golden hair that seemed to emit a dazzling glow. She was a truly beautiful girl.

However, the girl's refined face revealed a sense of malevolence, and she seemed to emit hostility constantly, making people reluctant to approach her.

On the girl's hat was perched a dragon about the size of a cat.

Yes.

A dragon.

With a head like a crocodile and lizard, two horns on the forehead, a cat-like soft body, four wings, and covered in steel-gray scales, it was a small dragon.

The little dragon was perched on the girl's hat, also looking this way, revealing a highly intellectual and ancient sense of wisdom in its eyes, proving that it possessed high intelligence and had been alive for quite a while.

Of course, the little dragon was not a real creature but the girl's automaton.

However, unlike the little dragon observing this way, the girl didn't even look at Rozen.

That appearance was almost as if she had no interest in the so-called transfer student. Instead, she glanced at Yaya for a moment but then shifted her gaze away, becoming indifferent.

As for the earlier remark, it was probably just a casual comment?

After all...

"There's no way that way of speaking would make anyone come forward to explain. What an idiot."

The girl made such a dismissive comment without a care.

In response, the automaton dragon, as a representation of the girl, spoke up.

"You have no right to lecture others on their way of speaking, Charl."

Unexpectedly, an old but intelligent voice came from the little dragon's mouth, filled with the same wisdom as its eyes, even exuding a lively feeling.

"I'm just telling the truth."

The girl referred to as Charl by the little dragon, shrugged dismissively.

At this moment...

"What... what are you doing?"

A student exclaimed nervously, grabbing the attention of Charl, the little dragon, and everyone present.

This student was one of those whispering earlier and deemed by Charl to be unlikely to come forward voluntarily to explain.

And the transfer student, whom the girl had called an idiot, was now standing in front of this nervous student.

"Could you please tell me?"

Rozen looked at the student, who was showing signs of nervousness. He had a smile on his face and his voice carried a firm tone.

"Tell me about the person you mentioned just now."

Rozen made this request.

"Ah..."

The student's eyes widened suddenly, then, the expression turned blank.