Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 342: Revered Are The Risk Takers

"How are they doing?" Walking into the royal infirmary wearing her pink pajamas, the iron queen let out a yawn while fanning the servants to leave her alone with Shamisha and the patients. Heeding their queen's command, the machina and the flesh servants both took their leave in a matter of a few seconds.

Walking up beside Shamisha-dressed in just as ill-suited clothes; she stared down at the two patients lying in front of her. Raven who appeared to have some work done on his skull by Grace.

"They seem fine, the hero had to have some clotted blood removed from his skull, but otherwise he's doing surprisingly well," Shamisha assured.

Folding her hands together, she glanced over the duo once again. Both of them were a peculiarity, one for not dying instantly from the injury on his skull and the other for dealing with devils and not drowning in a puddle of dark water for hours.

"You know Grace isn't meant to do surgery, right?" Mono recalled, sharply glaring atShamisha from the edge of her eyes.

Fanning her right hand, the bunny girl heaved a sigh before explaining her rationale.

"Your surgeon is dead. I thought you would've noticed the missing skull of a giant living in some corner of your rooms," her answer felt more like a backhanded comment, but given the severity of the situation, Mono decided not to let it get to her.

Instead, focusing her mind on the two lying in front, she began inspecting their bodies herself for any signs of an injury. But at the end of her inspection, she was almost disappointed that there was no reason for her to meddle with them. Grace had done an excellent job, and even if she barely touched Linkle, whatever liquid they were pumping in her was helping the witch's body glow up once again.

"A demon came to help, huh?" Muttered the queen stepping away from the unconscious duo.

"Yeahhh…" A bit hesitant to speak too much of her, Shamisha stared at Mono's back and reminded herself of her master's superiority. Not only skills but battle experience and planning, she was such a beacon that her spire of a building was easily outshined by her radiance.

"Were you scared?" Asked Mono, her eyes still fixed on the front.

"What?" Even though she had a bunny's scaredy heart, Shamisha didn't want to admit how easily she'd been terrified by the demon. Scrunching up her nose, scoffed at Mono and looked away. "It was just a bit surprising, nothing else…"

"You know you can't grow if you lie to yourself, right?"

"Master…" Shamisha wanted to yell, but taking a deep breath she decided to calm her mind. "Will you just leave it? Everyone's a coward in this city, in this kingdom, I don't wanna be shamed for being molded by my surroundings."

"If you say so sure," turning around with a smile on her face, Mono placed her hand on Shamisha's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Staring into her eyes next, she got her complete attention on her before she broke the smile.

"Murdok wanted me dead by living my natural lifespan, and Elenaria tried to kill me with a star, but they failed because I'm not a coward to not take measures that need to be taken to achieve desired results. I was raised in this kingdom too, my bunny, but I didn't use it as an excuse to sheltered myself from dangers–be they potential or realized."

Patting her shoulders a few times, Mono smiled once more and began walking towards the exit–leaving Shamisha with much to mull over, but most importantly if she was holding herself back by her excessive caution.

"Let me know when they wake up, I bet the others from their group are already worried about them!" Mono announced as she was walking away and her voice echoed throughout the halls.

'I doubt they know what's happening, but sure I guess?' Rolling her eyes to Mono's orders, Shamisha turned back to the front to look at the duo again. Watching over them until they get up, she had plenty of time to ponder over what Mono had said to her. Her master had as her aid and adversary, and she? A mere inventor living in the shadows of her master.

Even to this day, a decade past since her death, the dolls made by Mono were still considered superior. 'They're inefficient, guzzle fuel, electricity and mana like they have an endless supply, but the people don't care about that, do they? They just wanna see something flashy!'

In the middle of her ranting with herself, Raven woke and even rose up on the table. Shamisha at first didn't even realize, but as his hand tapped her on the arm, she was pulled right out of her ranting trance.

"What took you so long? I've been stationed guard over you two like someone was gonna snatch you away. Even wasted my precious sauna time too so you already owe me big time," already having wasted enough time with Raven and Linkle, Shamisha poked against Raven's arms and pushed herself away from the table. "Now you look after her, I'll go and get some sleep finally."

Having forgotten about Mono's order already, Shamisha wasted no time in slipping away from the room, hoping for a good night's sleep inside the tallest glass room in the spire. The richest person in Elenaris, secretly even more so than the queen, her being in the castle's infirmary was humbling enough, she didn't wanna babysit them any longer now that one of them was awake.

'Not like it me being there matter, I'm an inventor not a mid-wife to Master's adopted children…' Still a bit mad about the conversation between her and Mono, Shamisha deep in her heart–at least in some way, wanted to prove her master wrong as well as those who thought of her as a coward.

"You want something flashy? I'll give you something flashy!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, scaring the automation maids making room for her to pass down the hallway.

'Now to figure out where the fuck to start? What gets the most attention in Elenaris? Battle, blood, work?' By the time she had exited the castle, the answer became clear. 'Ughhh…it's sex isn't it?'

Reminded of the rocketing success of the bricks and cobbles thanks to her new automaton that she'd created for them, she decided to add the same protocols as that model in her new creation as well–just to ensure nothing noteworthy was left out of this 'Flashy model'.