I’m Not the Heroine

I stared blankly at the dawn, then turned my gaze toward Aswell.

His face, sound asleep, was quite cute.

Poke.

"Good night..."

To change someone's heart completely, and then wear such a peaceful expression...

I couldn't help but feel a little irritable, so I poked his cheek.

As I got lost in the strange addictive feeling of his firm yet soft cheek, I stood up and sat on the wooden chair.

"Master Key."

Hum.

I decided to continue my research on Oplite until Aswell woke up.

‘For now, the results from Wintergard weren’t bad.’

However, there was still a lot lacking when it came to autonomous movement. Additionally, because it could only engage with ground-based monsters, it was difficult to deal with special monsters like flying types.

‘And it’s highly likely it won’t be able to fight against stronger monsters and demons either.’

To put it simply, it had the performance of a prototype.

And yet, that was already an impressive achievement. It was built in just a short time, and its potential for the future was limitless.

Shink.

I took out a red string from the pocket space and roughly tied up my hair.

Once the strands that had been tickling the back of my neck were tidied up, I felt my mind clear as well.

"First, let’s remove the unnecessary parts from the computational device on the head."

Humming~.

I hummed a little tune while methodically working on Oplite’s head with the pen and Master Key.

For some reason, I was in such a good mood that I couldn’t help but hum.

About an hour later...

"Ugh..."

Hearing Aswell's groaning, I smiled and turned my head.

But what I saw in front of me was Aswell, tossing and turning with a pained expression.