BAD ENDING: Northern Grand Duchess Sonya's New Life 3/5
BAD ENDING: Northern Grand Duchess Sonya's New Life 3/5
To resist the command of someone with such magnificent intellect and power.
'What a foolish thing to do... Someone like me...!'
A being-nim who travels between the stars, possesses unimaginable artifacts, and even holds enough power to subdue her in an instant.
'To devote the rest of my life serving such a person...'
Protecting him was...
'The greatest honor I could enjoy as a warrior of the North, as a knight, and as a human being...'
The moment Sonya accepted this reality without a single shred of doubt.
Dalgak.
The metal sticker attached to the back of her neck and the back of her head fell off.
Or perhaps it melted and seeped in. Either way, it was something that didn't matter to Sonya at all anymore.
Yes, this was it.
This was the true place where she belonged, where she ought to exist, and the very reason she was born.
Chosen as a bodyguard, she had to become anything and everything for him.
A bodyguard, a servant, a maid, and if necessary... even a slave to comfort his nights.
Serving for his safety and happiness.
It was her sole and most critical priority for existence, as well as her ultimate joy.
- Bbi.
The ringing noise echoing inside her head stopped.
Simultaneously, the purple visor that opaquely covered Sonya's golden eyes was taken off.
The human-nim standing right before her eyes...
...was the person who carefully received the visor with his own hands, as if handling a finely crafted piece of art.
"It's all over."
With the visor removed, Sonya remained standing still in her standby posture.
It was the master's voice, heard by Sonya for the first time.
The scientist turned his back defenselessly while packing up the items used for brainwashing.
Sonya did not move.
Even at the scientist's next words stating that the paralysis was completely lifted, Sonya did not grab her sword.
Instead, she slowly raised her arms.
Her movements were smooth, elegant, and filled with the will of absolute obedience.
"My feel...ings...? My feeling... is the absolute best...♥"
Instead of raising her sword, Sonya bowed her head like a well-trained slave.
Her gaze dared not face Master-nim's face, fixed squarely at his toes.
The words coming out of Sonya's mouth were also far removed from threats or anger.
"S... Scientist-nim's... Please forgive foolish me... for failing to recognize your greatness earlier!"
-> [Don't mention it. Anyone can make mistakes, after all. Sonya.]
Seueuk.
The scientist's hand gently stroked Sonya's blonde hair.
At the light touch, Sonya's entire body trembled as if convulsing.
The sheer fact that her name was called from her master's lips brought a burning wave of pleasure washing over every nerve in her body.
"Heuet...?! Heuek...!"
Her face, once red with embarrassment, was now overwritten with a flush filled with bashfulness and euphoria.
Sonya put on the most beautiful smile she could muster toward her new master, who now owned her body, mind, and even her soul.
The blue slime clinging to her chest and lower abdomen felt just like a new uniform.
"...♥"
Sonya drew the sword at her waist with her freed hand.
The tip of the blade pointed not at the opponent, but at herself.
The posture of a knight's oath she had assumed back when she pledged to protect her homeland as a warrior of the North.
"Master-nim. I, Sonya, swear from this moment forth to remain by your side and accomplish everything you desire!"
"I shall dedicate the entirety of my remaining life solely to your commands!"
Sonya knelt down as she pledged her loyalty.
She kissed the unfamiliar shoes of a material she had never seen before and gently rubbed her cheek against them.
Like a puppy begging Master-nim for praise.
The conviction that this very spot was where she should have been from the start filled her entire body.
"My true place... was by Master-nim's side, obeying commands at your feet...♥"
Even if he judged this world unworthy of exploration and departed immediately, or even if she could never return to her homeland again, it did not matter.
For the female warrior of the North, emptied out and newly filled, only one thing now remained.
Protecting her master, serving him, and feeling boundlessly proud and blissful in that process.
Why was she doing this right now?
'I surely...'
...only came out secretly to inspect the territories on her own, which were improving thanks to the hero-nims who visited...
The thankful hero-nim who finally defeated the giant Ice Dragon that had long tormented and brutally crushed the North...
Was he trying to reveal an ancient secret upon which the fate of the world hung, or perhaps a grand conspiracy of the Demon King's army...?
He seemed to have asked for her time more seriously than ever before.
It surely felt like that.
The hero. The world. And herself.
Come to think of it...
It didn't seem like such an important matter anyway.
"Combat Unit 06. Returned as commanded, Master."
A voice crystal-clear sliced through the artificial air.
Not even a tiny tremor of human emotion was mixed into her voice.
The person addressed as Master-nim briefly looked away from the countless data streams floating on the hologram monitor.
Then, he slowly turned his head toward the perfect creation that had entered his laboratory.
A living sculpture stood there.
Blue latex revealing every single curve of her body from head to toe without a millimeter of error.
A material whose surface glistened oily whenever it caught the artificial light.
It enchantingly reflected the subtle twitches of muscles wriggling underneath.
In place of Unit 05, which had been used and disposed of like a consumable item, this was Combat Unit 06, newly 'acquired' this time.
Sonya wore the bodysuit for Master-nim, maintaining a perfect standby posture without the slightest twitch.
In the area wrapped by the latex bodysuit, at the location corresponding to her precious part, a barcode intricately engraved in black ink glistened side-by-side.
If one were to read that code with a scanner, data that merely informed the host's identity as 'The Northern Archduke's Daughter Sonya' would have been outputted, but...
'...♥'
The breasts of the Northern Archduke's Daughter Sonya, confidently pushed forward in a proud posture, were now nothing more than another consumable item to receive Master-nim's gaze.
"Good work, Combat Unit 06."
"Yes! Owner-nim has worked hard as well!"
The scientist's voice was low, yet sufficient to dominate the atmosphere of the lab.
The combat unit, having arrived to report and carry out her designated routine, placed down the purple visor she had briefly removed onto the console beside her.
Sonya's eyes revealed beneath the visor had long since been dyed a deep, cool blue, just like her bodysuit.
To the point of giving the illusion that they might have been that color from the very beginning, the eyes matching her equipped gear suited Sonya remarkably well.
The place where her gaze—hollow yet filled with absolute loyalty—was directed was towards only one person.
Only Master, the ruler of this laboratory and owner of everything belonging to the Northern Archduke's Daughter.
"Report your status, Combat Unit 06."
The scientist still did not take his eyes off the monitor.
He did not reflect on the meaning of the barcode engraved like a nameplate, nor did he properly look at the face of the unit who came to report.
He didn't even call out her full identification number, yet that posed no problem whatsoever.
Not an 'answer', but a 'response'.
The system of the combat unit perfectly wrapped in latex reacted instantly without any latency the moment it recognized her master's voice pattern.
Every step was an absolute daily morning routine, more natural to Sonya than breathing.
At one point, just for a brief moment.
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'Surely... I should be giving out daily quests to the hero-nims...'
There were moments when such small noise surfaced, but all errors of the host had long been properly corrected.
"Yes! Reporting, Master!"
Maintaining her standby posture, Sonya slightly lifted one of her legs.
With a sharp 'Tang!', she stomped hard onto the floor.
From the recoil, her spine straightened upright, pushing her chest even further forward.
It was strikingly similar to the majestic appearance of the Northern female knight of the past, who would return after hunting dangerous monsters to report victory to her father, the Archduke.
Yet the contents of the report were completely different at their very core.
From the side that received reports, to now being the side that submitted reports.
"Combat Unit 06 physical status: normal. All vital signs are maintaining optimal levels."
"Mental status: brimming with extreme bliss and satisfaction. All assigned domestic duties and research assistance schedules have been completed without error."
"Ready to receive and execute Master's new commands."
Body, mind, and mission execution capability.
Like a machine reciting its own specs, Sonya perfectly analyzed and reported herself.
A combat unit existing for her master's protection.
Sonya's functions did not stop there.
Brewing the coffee Master would drink in the morning, tidying up the messy lab, and functioning as an assistant in complex experiments were also Sonya's crucial duties.
Everything was a set routine, but today was a slightly special day.
"Remove the control device."
The master's new command, having grown tired of a doll that merely forcibly obeyed the control device's orders.
A completely new variable began, one that existed in no protocol recorded within the system.
An order to remove the small piece of metal attached behind her head, near the cervical vertebrae.
Receiving such an order for the first time, a 0.1-second latency occurred in the combat unit's flawless system.
An unexpected command.
Taking off the visor, which calibrated visual data and protected her eyes from external stimuli, during the morning report time was matter-of-fact.
But the Control Device-nim, controlling her shabbiest component—her biological brain.
The control device firmly attached beneath her golden hair had never been removed even once.
Even when executing commands, even during the process of purifying her body with high-pressure cleaning solution after completing missions,
and even when being 'used' for Master's personal purposes, it was a core component she had been ordered never to detach.
To remove that with her own hands...
A tiny spark flashed across her logic circuits, but that too was fleeting.
For Master's command was the supreme rule of absolute obedience, overriding all protocols.
"Yes, Master."
Simultaneous with her response, Sonya's hand was already touching the control device.
A piece of metal that was cold, yet while attached, felt devoid of any chill whatsoever.
The control device attached lightly like a magnet on a refrigerator...
"Command executed."
Sonya carefully detached it.