Meet the principal

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"...So, this is really an alchemy doll made by Master Hohenheim."

In the room that Reiner arranged for Hellaison, Claire looked up and down at the beautiful but expressionless maid Hellaison.

Hellaison stood beside the bed, staring straight ahead, not caring at all about Claire's comments about him.

"You can confirm...well, but with your magic level, you may not be able to confirm."

Reiner thought about it. When they met for the first time, even he didn't see through Helaison's disguise. He just thought she was a strange girl. But the second time they met, if Reiner hadn't become a high-level mage and had a close relationship with He There was physical contact with Leisen, and he could not see the essence of Leisen at first glance. The level of Master Hohenheim was evident.

But this also means that no matter how Claire observes, she can't see any difference between Helleson and ordinary human girls. Although she reluctantly accepts Reiner's explanation, she always has a grudge.

"For sure, Hellaison is indeed an alchemy doll. If Miss Claire doesn't mind, I can prove it to you."

Hellaison was quite cooperative. She hugged Claire gently and put her head against her chest.

"so big......"

Before Claire could finish her first emotion, she was attracted by a strange sound.

It is a sound similar to the beating of a heart. If you are not paying attention, you will definitely think it is a normal heartbeat. But if you listen carefully at this distance, you can feel that this beating is subtly different from that of humans.

That's too regular.

Although the heartbeat of a normal person will remain at a stable level most of the time, it is only relatively stable. It will eventually fluctuate with changes in movements and emotions, but Hellaison's heartbeat always maintains the same speed. Not bad in seconds.

Although he was warm and soft in Hellaison's arms, the regular and unchanging heartbeat told Claire that this was not an ordinary human being, but an alchemy doll.

Hellaison gently let go of Claire, who looked a little surprised, and said nothing.

"It turns out it's true."

Claire looked at Hellaison;

Looked at Reiner again.

"Reiner, you can't just use Hellason around because she's an alchemy doll!"

Claire said seriously, and she gently held Hellaison's hand.

"Don't worry, no one here dares to bully you. Everyone is very kind-hearted."

"I see."

Hellaison still had the same poker face, and no one could notice any change in his expression.

But judging from the subtle connection Reiner felt between the two, the maid seemed a little confused.

"Then I'll go to the lounge first. Today is Reiner's welcome party. I'll get everyone ready."

Claire said, leaving the room first, leaving only Helleson and Reiner.

"How about it? I told you that although Claire is not very good at magic, she is very kind in nature."

Reiner looked at the expressionless Hellaison and said.

"Heraison can't understand that there is no need for humans to have too much affection for alchemy dolls. Tools are not worth such investment."

Hellaison said, tilting his head slightly to the side. This extremely small deflection was almost imperceptible to others, but Reiner could easily notice it.

No wonder the Magic Association has always banned the production of alchemical beings that are indistinguishable from humans. Let’s not mention those inferior ones that don’t even have intelligence. Alchemy dolls like Helleson, created by Master Hohenheim, are indeed easy to make. People blur the boundaries between humans and dolls.

"As I said, whether you want to become a human or continue to be a doll is your own choice, but it does not affect our attitude towards you. Well, at least Claire and the others shouldn't mind your identity. of."

Reiner then finished explaining some things and informed Hellaison of the time and place of dinner before leaving the room.

Now there was only one Helleson left in the room.

She just stood in the brand new room, and Hellaison confirmed the surrounding layout.

This is indeed a simple house, with only an empty desk and chair, a bed covered with quilts, and no other clothes in the closet. The bathroom and toilet are naturally brand new, without any trace of use.

Although Hellaison had been following Phyllis in the past, Phyllis had never arranged a separate room for Hellaison. In fact, Phyllis always hoped that Hellaison could sleep with her, but every time He was flatly rejected by Hellaison. Faced with Phyllis, who had the power of the "**" in the Serpent of Chaos, even Hellaison had to keep himself awake at all times.

Before falling into a deep sleep, Hellaison had no so-called "home" when traveling on the mainland. She mostly stayed in the wild. If she was lucky, she could find a dry cave, but if she was unlucky, she could only bear a large amount of water. Leaves, although Hellasan doesn't get sick and doesn't need to eat, it's still not respectable to have his clothes stained.

When he first wandered around alone, Hellaison had received help from some people. They warmly invited Hellaison to stay in their homes, but at night, these men tried to use some unscrupulous methods on Hellaison. In an attempt, Hellaison knocked her unconscious and she escaped on her own.

Therefore, Hellaison had never had the concept of a room of her own, and she was extremely confused.

Just when she returned to the bedroom after checking the restroom and bathroom, there was an uninvited guest.

"Ouch."

A striped kitten was sitting on Hellaison's brand new bed, licking its fur and stretching its paws, seemingly unaware of anyone else.

"cat?"

Hellaison certainly knew cats. She just stood there, quietly watching the kitten grooming itself on her bed, with no intention of leaving.

"Ouch?"

The kitten seemed to have noticed the presence of Helleson, and it was fixed on the process of sitting on the bed and licking the hair on its belly. For a moment, the cat and the cat looked at each other in silence.

After about a minute, the kitten continued what it had just done. After it was cleaned up, it jumped off the bed, walked around Hleison, and rubbed Hleaison's calf with the end of its tail.

"Um?"

Hellaison tilted his head, not knowing what the kitten wanted, but the kitten didn't seem to care much. He looked around the room again and left through the front door in a swagger.

After the kitten left, Hellaison noticed that her brand-new quilt was stained with some of the cat's fallen hairs. She reached out and tried to pick it up, but found that there was some residual warmth in the place where the kitten had slept. .

very warm.