Chapter 422: The Artificial Humans' Mission

Father Moro wandered around New York for a few days, visiting nearly every bar in Manhattan before finally boarding a plane back to Rome, satisfied. Meanwhile, the artificial human assigned to track him accomplished the mission with her steel-wing flight module, ignoring terrain entirely. The overly zealous agent encountered some unwanted obstacles during the mission, resulting in multiple injuries—five fractured jawbones, twenty broken ribs, and countless other casualties.

"Ma'am," reported the returning artificial human as she landed on the rooftop of the apartment. She removed her helmet, the hot air from the steel wings still dispersing as she walked toward her superior. Dana, wearing civilian clothes, was already waiting to receive the report. This artificial human had chosen her own name, Katherine. Known for excelling in both flight and live-fire exercises, she was handpicked by Dana to carry out this reconnaissance task.

After skimming Katherine's handwritten report, Dana nodded. "Come with me. I'll introduce you to the mistress," she said. "The Master wants us to meet the witches in person, so they'll be aware of our presence and won't be too startled when they see us."

"Protection detail?" Katherine frowned, wiping the sweat from her smooth forehead. Like Dana, she had short, pearl-white hair, but her thinner lips gave her a perpetually irritated expression—fitting, as she was one of the more militant members of the artificial human unit. Katherine advocated for taking full control of Solomon's security. If not for Dana's authority, Katherine would've barged into the apartment with her flight module engaged by now.

"We're just here to say hello," Dana whispered softly. Without their helmets and communication systems, Katherine had to focus intently to catch her words. As the first artificial human created and Solomon's personal attendant, Dana held significant influence over the entire unit. Even someone as impatient as Katherine listened carefully when she spoke.

"The witches are the Master's companions," Dana explained.

Katherine clicked her tongue in frustration.

"They are powerful and don't need our protection," Dana added calmly.

"Then why—?"

"Patience, sister," Dana interrupted gently, already anticipating Katherine's thoughts. "The Master simply wants to live without disruptions. He's a little shy. We only need to fulfill his orders and be there for him—that is our greatest reward."

"For the Master," Katherine reluctantly bowed her head, abiding by the hierarchy among the artificial human sisterhood. She then raised her head, her expression brightening with curiosity. "Ma'am, do you know where the Master is right now? Will I get to see him today?"

"He's currently at the academy," Dana replied after recalling Solomon's schedule. "Yes, you will meet him later today."

"And what about Tita, Ora, and Savia?" Katherine asked eagerly.

"They…" Dana glanced at her tablet, where task summaries and real-time updates on personnel were displayed. The three sisters Katherine mentioned were nearby, engaged in assignments that were far from secret. Katherine was well aware of their activities, and she envied the fact that they were given such exciting tasks while she was stuck tracking down a drunk priest in New York.

"If they finish their tasks on time, they'll meet the Master after a bath," Dana answered. "He'll review their mission results then."

"Can I join that mission now, ma'am?" Katherine asked sweetly, though the malicious intent behind her smile was unmistakable. "Let me put my sword to use. Even clearing out some unruly gangs around here would do. Think of it as practice for when we eventually fight alongside the Master on the battlefield."

"Alright, but follow Tita's lead," Dana instructed, eyeing Katherine's crumpled red cloak draped over her armor. "Also, remember to take your clothes out of the washing machine next time. You always forget to iron your cloak."

"You're always nagging, ma'am."

"Because you're my sister, Katherine." Dana shook her head with a small smile. "The Master has rented an apartment for us. Tita will give you the address. You can shower and change there. The Master has excellent taste in summer outfits."

"Understood," Katherine replied, donning her helmet and activating her flight module. Jets of flame erupted from the steel wings as she soared into the sky, tracing an arc toward the mission location.

Dana turned her attention back to the tablet, reviewing ongoing and completed tasks. The screen showed multiple completed missions marked as successful with no casualties. The artificial soldiers involved were already en route back to the base.

With their current equipment, the artificial human unit could easily overpower an equally sized, lightly armed U.S. military force. A single round from their explosive bolt guns could tear a human in half, and their vibranium swords could slice through armored personnel carriers. In the urban environment of New York City, they faced no real opposition. Both Solomon and Dana felt at ease with the current mission outcomes.

Dana's fingers swiped across the screen, bringing up a surveillance feed from the Citadel of Eternity. The camera focused on a strikingly beautiful woman with fiery red curls. The feed was flagged for priority monitoring. Her name was Lorelei, an Asgardian whose supervision had been delegated to Dana while Solomon attended school. Dana was solely responsible for monitoring Lorelei's every move. Even meal deliveries were handled personally by Dana.

Solomon had emphasized that Lorelei would play a crucial role in the future. As such, Dana did not mistreat the Asgardian, providing her with any food or books she requested—so long as she didn't leave her room.

Lorelei sighed as she flipped through a book. Her grand ambitions had been dulled by the weight of academic texts. She had sought the crown of a queen solely for the lavish lifestyle and absolute power it promised—neither of which could be found within these pages. Nor was she interested in learning the intricacies of governance.

Initially, she had planned to seduce and manipulate the mage through her allure. Yet, despite enduring sensual punishments designed to break most men, Solomon remained unmoved. He seemed completely indifferent to her body, even ignoring her flirtatious advances.

No man had ever resisted her charms. She had once performed a seductive dance in front of Solomon, clad in barely anything, showcasing the full flexibility of her body. To her astonishment, he simply clapped politely and resumed reading as if the text were more captivating than her. Even when she perched on his lap, he casually held her waist but made no further moves.

This baffled Lorelei to the point of questioning Solomon's sexuality.

Recently, she had come across a theory in one of the books, and combined with Solomon's admission of his British nationality, a suspicion began to take root in her mind.

Yes, in her view, Solomon might just prefer men.

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