Motan smiled slightly, and slowly pulled open the heavy curtains behind him, allowing the pervasive light and heat from outside to intrude, as he hugged his arms and asked the 'maid' in front of him, who looked like a doll, devoid of expression or life, "How is your body feeling, Liz?"
"Recovery effects are significant, Master."
Liz nodded lightly, speaking somewhat disjointedly, "Thank you for your help. Although there are many blanks in the mental realm, the consciousness has not collapsed. The body is still in an overloaded state but can perform normal maid duties. The master can freely command Liz under the premise of basic morality."
Motan covered his forehead and whistled a sharply piercing tune, shaking his head with a raised corner of his mouth, "That's really a pity, since I have never really had a connection with the word 'morality,' not even the most basic kind."
"Liz also expresses regret."
