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"Try 'a dozen steps above it'. You could always try to fight an armored clank, but I wouldn't if I were you." You say while looking it over. "It's specifically made to defend against blunt, piercing, explosive, and slashing attacks. Bullets are hardly any better." Speaking about the new clankers' functions makes you feel proud of yourself. "I have iron-bound versions of the original clankers that should be stronger than the scrap metal ones, but not by much."
"I think I'll stick with those for now." She giggles, then looks back at you with a blush. "You know, I'm happy to have a Master that's not only loving, but considerate and smart. And also man enough to finally respond to my advances..." Bertha mumbled that last part. You could imagine the assertiveness she has in her intentions combined with her natural bustiness could've intimidated most men. Honestly, you might've been intimidated too if it weren't for that perverted goddess helping you get over your fear of intimacy.
"I'm flattered," You say. "But still, I'm a Savant. I can't say I'm smart when it's pretty much in my DNA to build cool robots and shit."
"I don't know what a 'Dee-Ehn-Ay' is, but even if you weren't a Savant I believe you're intelligent enough to make great things."
"You're gonna inflate my ego if you keep saying things like that." You chuckle. Though you can't help but remember how you used to be fascinated with making things back on earth. Not that you actually did much with that fascination. Hell, if you actually weren't allowed to bring Herta, you'd have gone with a bog-standard crafting/creation cheat skill. Before you get too sentimental, you draw in your currently lowest ranking wife for a hug. She takes this opportunity to deeply sniff you a few times. It was a little strange, but you still let her enjoy herself. Besides, having your body appreciated by a beautiful woman was hardly a bad thing.
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"Thank you for coming here, Master." Ayane says somberly. For much of the week she'd been making herself scarce, only seen picking flowers in the greenhouse and making food every so often—she kindly asked to be left alone for a while, a request you and your wives respected. From the choice of ingredients she picked, you suspect she was making something asian. "You honor an old has-been like me too greatly." She bows respectfully to you.
"You are my property and my wife. Why shouldn't I care deeply for what is mine?" You say, feeling a soft smile creep onto your mouth. Your wife responds with a blush and a smile of her own. You wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.
A melancholy quiet envelops you both for a few seconds after that.
