"MISS LILITH! HAVE DINNER! I HAVE MADE FOOD FOOD FOR YOU!"
Sir Sparkleton's mechanical voice rang through the mansion, echoing robotically as he chased after Lilith.
Lilith's long hair whipped around her face as she stormed through the halls, her patience hanging by a thread.
Never in her life had she felt so challenged.
So powerless.
And it wasn't even because of a man, a god, or some terrifying monster.
No.
Her greatest struggle was a stupid, overly enthusiastic, square-headed robot.
"MISS LILITH, STOP RUNNING! SYSTEM ALERT! DINNER IS GETTING COLD!"
Lilith whirled around so fast that Sir Sparkleton nearly crashed into her.
Her eyes twitched. "First of all—how the hell did you make food?!"
Sir Sparkleton puffed up proudly. "SYSTEM AI UPGRADE! MASTER COOKING MODE ACTIVATED!"
Lilith narrowed her eyes. "Master cooking mode?"