Satomi found herself on the grounds of a wealthy, high-society member. Surrounding the property, there was a dense forest formed by t trees whose branches seemingly brushing the skies. A vast brick wall, punctuated by a, gold-pted gate of immense proportions, separated the mansion from the woods. In the main courtyard stood, in its ter, a beautiful fountain, intricately carved with symbols and orion, but it was the marble statue of a young woman which truly captivated Satomi's attention.

  Perched atop the fountain on a raised ptform, the statue depicted a young woman in a uniquely styled garment resembling a short kimono; however this was a short and its left sleeve was ed around the girl's waist, leaving the right sleeve as the only one she used. Moreover, this sleeve was rolled up beyond the girl's elbow and secured with a ribbon while the left sleeve, woven with floral patterns, flowed down behind her, reag her knees.

  Besides, the garment was sustained by a wide obi belt, tied with a rge, elegant rope whids a pretty ribbon behind her waist, leaving exposed the left se of her chest although the rest of her torso was fully covered by vendings whied a sarashi (a type of Japanese undergarment); in fact, two more sarashis also covered her left forearm and the upper part of her thighs.

  As shoes, she wore sandals and tabi socks, decoratively tied at the ankles. Besides, two steel ptes were positioned upon the knees aehemselves at the height of the girl's thighs in order to fun as protective greaves, padded with longer socks. In the upper side of her left arm, intricate ruby-inid tattoos were carved minuciously out from the stone and adorhe statue majestically: a rose on her left breast and a climbing rose vine on the upper side of her left arm.

  With her left arm, she wielded a geometrically-designed bow. Strapped to her back like a backpack, a medium-sized round shield held two bdes within, each sheathed in a thial g. Finally, a leather-bound book, with handcrafted strange glyphs, was fasteo her obi at her right hip.

  "Impressive," Satomi murmured. "Such meticulous details. This woman must have been the owner of this pce, but I suspect she was far more important. A heroine, perhaps?"

  Afterwards, she approached the enormous entrance, knog it several times, but no one answered. Then, she pushed the door and found it unlocked. Inside, a grand hall greeted her, filled with paintings, diverse pnts, statues, and various ors. Besides, tless corridors branched off in every dire, leading to different parts of the mansion, and staircases asded to the upper floors. The sheer scale of the pce was overwhelming.

  Expl the ground floor, she discovered a kit equipped with simple yet effit tools, and a, medieval-styled dining room. Venturing to the rear of the mansion, she found a garden and a greenhouse, being astonished after knowing the tent they kept: A breathtaking array of unique, exotits she had never entered before.

  As she left the greenhouse, she noticed a path winding up a distant hill.

  "I don't know..." Satomi hesitated, her face thoughtful. "It's far, and it'll be dark soon. Hmm... It's probably wiser to explore the mansion first. I visit that path ter."

  The sed and third floors of the mansion tained long hallways lined with simir-looking rooms, except for ohis particur room dispyed a door crafted from exquisitely polished, high-quality wood, adorned with gold orion, symbols, and glyphs. The most striking thing, however, was the emblem: a Sapphire Butterfly.

  Suddenly, a burniion shot through Satomi's lower back. She lifted her blouse to find her birthmark abze with an unbearable heat, bit something was unusual about it —The mark was brightening itently and was behaving as an almost lifelike being, attempting to respond a summons.

  "What's happening to me? Why is my birthmark ag like this?" she whispered.

  Then, she raised her head and saw how the emblem of the Sapphire Butterfly on the door was reag in the same way. A soft click echoed, the lock disengaged, and the door swung open, seemingly inviting her inside. Cautiously, and with a touch of trepidation, Satomi entered.

  The room tained a stately four-poster bed, a vanity with an enormous mirror, a wardrobe filled with elegant and priceless clothing, a shelf lined with expensive and prestigious books, and a spacious bathroom. It was undoubtedly the master's chamber.

  On one wall, she gazed at a rge, gold-framed paintiing a family. It sisted primarily of women, all with blonde hair, blue eyes, and strikingly beautiful features. Among them was the woman from the statue, along with three young girls and two other women: one slender ae with long hair; the other, muscur, her hair tied in pigtails, and possessing full, sensual lips.

  On a nearby table, Satomi found ag set of keys and the blueprints of the mansion. She pocketed the keys and, while studying carefully the pns, noticed a hidden room beh the mansion, its entrance cealed in the basement.

  Thus, she quickly desded the stairs. The basement was aged and worn, its stone brick walls and wooden frames covered in patches of mold. The wooden floor was dipidated and fragile, creaking ominously with each step. The room appeared to have been primarily used to ste food, wine, materials, and straifacts and traptions owing to the presence of various barrels, shelves, and boxes

  Satomi noticed markings on the floor in front of one shelf, indig it had been moved frequently. She grasped the shelf firmly, and to her surprise, it swung open like a hidden door, revealing a staircase desding into the darkness. At the bottom of the stairs was a closed door, she tested the previously pocketed keys; o perfectly.

  Inside y a vast boratory, equipped with a startling array of teology: puters, servers, microscopes, chemical apparatus, artificial habitats for pnts and animals, state-of-the-art puters, empty tai pods, and an iion-building ptform. The juxtaposition of advaeology in peared to be a medieval fantasy setti Satomi utterly bewildered.

  After searg, she discovered something that piqued her curiosity: a stabilization chamber taining a naked young woman with a cavity where her heart should have been. Satomi cluded it was likely a robot requiring a power source.

  Examining the files on the iion ptform (which, suspiciously, was figured in English), she found the blueprints for the power source, but they were for a prototype, and the final model was inplete. It fell to Satomi to plete the work of the mansion's former owner.

  For hours, Satomi tirelessly worked to study and improve the energy core blueprints. After making final adjustments, she began experimenting with the stru ptform, building several models. Her initial attempts were mediocre, but she steadily refined her desigually creating the perfect core for maximum robot performahe final model was a bright blue sphere with several bck tours interseg to form an atom symbol; at the atom's ter was a heart.

  The moment to awaken the robot had arrived. Satomi ractically bursting with excitement, anticipating the robot's activation. She even fantasized about the possibility of the robot gaining sciousness – the birth of a singurity.

  Satomi carefully pced the sphere into the empty cavity. As soon as it was inside, a viscous white mass enveloped the sphere, quickly shaping itself into the form of a huma. The mass rapidly turned a deep crimson, then filled with a luminous blue liquid as it began to pulse. The cavity sealed, and a monitor on the capsule began trag the rapidly increasi rate and respiration.

  In a moment, the robot girl opened her eyes, taking a moment to survey her surroundings. She turned her head and saw Satomi through the capsule's gss; a smile bloomed on her face as she looked at Satomi, before rising from the capsule. As the capsule opened, Satomi could see her more clearly: the robot girl had dark skin, bck eyes, a striking face, long brown hair styled in two pigtails, and a petite frame—she barely reached Satomi's shoulder.

  "So, it's you," she said, relief evident in her voice as she approached. "You are the one I was to await."

  "What? Wait, I don't uand—"

  "Don't worry. Your questions will be answered, but first, I must grant you the Authority."

  "What?"

  The girl fell silent, then stepped closer, ing her arms around Satomi's o boost herself upward. With the momentum, she swiftly kissed Satomi. Instinctively, the muscur girl caught the android's waist to prevent her from falling, and the robot deepehe kiss, moviongue. Satomi found herself uedly swept away by the pleasure and sweetness of the kiss, responding by moviongue as well. A shimmering aura of energy began to emanate from Satomi.

  "I didn't want to do that..." the robot girl said, pulling away, her face flushed with embarrassment. "But it was a duty entrusted to me long ago. Now, Mistress Satomi, you are the new nddy of the mansion."

  Satomi was bewildered. She didn't uand how the robot knew her name or why she'd been kissed. But the strange sensation of the kiss, and the fasation she felt while gazing at the girl's face, lingered.

  Without a doubt, Satomi had fallen in love for her.