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The Threemind normally would congratulate at this point, but it seems to pause.
"Your grace, I would like to point your attention towards your side..."
You turn, seeing a hit marker directly on your abdominal flank. The holographic projector has pointed out an injury.
<span class="mu-b">"Wha- I didn't feel anything!"</span>
"The computer simulated you getting hit, obviously, the hologram models extend beyond the physical robot shell by a few units of length; simulating skin, muscle, claws..."
<span class="mu-b">"Aww, come on! That wouldn't have disabled me anyway. I would have won the fight either way, if it were real."</span>
"Perhaps, but a decisive victory only allows very superficial injuries, preference for not being touched at all."
<span class="mu-b">"What, you're saying that wasn't superficial? That tiny little scratch! Come on. That shouldn't count!"</span>
"I am merely relaying the information from the combat computer, your grace."
<span class="mu-b">"HEY! I'm the Supreme Ruler aren't I? Remove it from the record! Got that?!"</span>
The Threemind pulls up your duels and combat simulations, quickly striking the small hit marker from your already impressive dueling record, now showing yet another decisive victory against multiple opponents.
<span class="mu-b">"Heh, good!"</span>
"...Take care, young Supreme. You may not fear a small wound or scratch; but all it takes is a drop of dimethylmercury, one Aristocrat bacterial weapon, one weight unit overlooked to hide a bomb in a shipment, and it will lead to your destruction."
<span class="mu-b">"True as it may be, I will allow the bean counters of the Hegemony to obsess over the details. My Father was one such man; I have no intention of being the same..."</span>
>Quest continues in 12 hours
