A month had already passed since his stay at Anastasia's humble abode, and it had been nothing more than warm and hospitable. Even when compared to Novus' previous life before the war, the leisureness of the one he was currently living right now could be compared to that era of peace he had once lived in... if only this could last a bit longer... maybe even forever if possible.

Currently, however, Novus was busying himself with reading a select amount of books he had chosen from his adoptive mother's seemingly endless library of archives.

From what he was reading, however, he found many interesting things that had left him in a deep thought for a while: a vast amount of knowledge that was supposedly not meant for this world were all neatly archived within the aged, yet fine papers of the books he was reading, which was completely baffling him even until now.

"... Interesting..." he muttered to himself. "Just who is this woman... this shouldn't be possible... for an era as primitive as this..."

The books he read contained all sorts of information about technologies that weren't possible in the medieval-esque world he was in: the mechanisms and functions of machines, as well as advances sciences that were just as sophisticated as the ones that had been available in Novus' previous life- it was as if Novus was looking at a complete impossibility that shouldn't have even existed.

Just who exactly was this woman who had eagerly taken him to be her child?

And then...

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The small, yet advanced digital clock on his desk had sounded an alarm at the designated time it was supposed to ring. It was time, he surmised: Anastasia had a rather teeming obsession with her and her 'son' following their schedules. For the young prince though, there was no way he would ever stray from such preset things; after all, the activities that Anastasia would prepare for him were often very... Fun, at least, in their own unique way.

Novus would then quickly close the book he was reading shut and stand up to leave the silence of the library, traversing the empty hallways whose barren space was being patrolled by the several, humanoid golems that served his mother's whims. As he finally reached the room he was supposed to enter, the iron door would automatically open as its sophisticated sensors would quickly detect his presence, immediately allowing his entry into the massive chamber that lied inside.

"... As always... how extravagant... 'mother'..."

Inside the room was a gigantic lab full of machine apparatuses and steel devices beyond even Novus' comprehension, as bright white lights lit the interior up nearly as brightly as the sun. Of course, inside the room was the lone figure of a tall, purple haired woman adorning a white coat on her body: it was Anastasia, this time, without the sheer protection of the draconic power armour she would often wear.

"Ah, you're here, dear." Anastasia would then turn around, as a gentle smile would simultaneously emerge on her face. "For today's activity, we're going to be doing something very fun~"

Novus furrowed his eyebrows a bit, slightly confused with what she was meant to say. "... What do you mean, mother?"

"Well..." her grin would seemingly grow a bit wider. "Today, I'm going to teach you a bit about 'creation'... "

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"You silly child..." she responded rather cheekily. "Let's just say that you'll be having another... 'caretaker' from now on..."

In front of Anastasia was a gigantic glass tube, where the faint visage of an unconscious, black haired woman remained suspended within the murky, blue fluids of the pod. There was something rather strange about her body though- while half of it seemed to belong to that of a normal, and beautiful woman, part of her body didn't even appear to be human, or organic at all for that matter, as half of it was a collective mass of steel and wires that would coalesce into a shape that fit that of a humanoid.

It would seem that this was another project of sorts that the prince's adoptive mother had initiated, one that would even manage to bring a bit of excitement to him as well.