Laurent Protection Bureau, Zone 2 of Tezeba, Rendia Annex.

The annex, which Kyle had ordered to close down while he left the capital for a while, was still tightly closed despite his return. Of course, looking in from the outside, that could only mean one thing.

I’m sleepy… Noah, surrounded by a mountain of books that would be twice her height, blinked hastily. She didn’t know how many nights she had stayed up already. The white things are letters, the black things are paper…

“Miss Noah, you can close your eyes for a bit… Oh.” The worried Penelope, who was wandering around the mountain of books, became startled and shrieked. “Miss Noah— blood. Blood!”

“Blood…?”

Absently lifting her head, she felt a warm wet something dripping down her nose. Penelope blocked her as she lifted her arm and was about to wipe it away with her sleeve. Moving about desperately, Penelope quickly stuck a napkin under Noah’s nose to stop the bleeding. Noah laughed shamefully.

“Thanks, Penelope.”

“It’s good to go through the records meticulously, but taking a rest for a bit would also be good. If General Leonard finds out about this we’ll never hear the end of it…”

“Oh, send Kyle a message that I took a 5-hour nap today.”

Penelope’s face became pale. Noah took the napkin from the woman’s hand and pressed it harder up her nostril. And to comfort the pensive Penelope, she gave a rather tempting suggestion.

“I’ll ask Kyle to fix your holiday vacation schedule, Penny.”

“Really?”

“Sure. When this trial is over, you, Kyle, and Paul should all take some time off.”

Penelope, who had a grave complexion, felt alive at her words. Poor woman. It’s like looking at the old me, thought Noah. Penelope nodded as she looked enthusiastically at Noah with admiration in her eyes.

“I’ll tell General Leonard that you took a 7-hour nap.”

“No, no. If you do, he’ll just nag at me for sleeping all day, so please just tell him five hours.”

“Got it! Don’t worry, Miss Noah.”

Then, this solves the nagging problem.

When Penelope, who of course was impressed by her words, returned to the Protection Bureau and praised around the neighborhood about her, Noah didn’t expect her image to change.

It had already been ten days since she started building her nest here. Quite some factors had worked together at her spending the last several days waking up early and staying in the Protection Bureau research lab until late at night.

The first reason was that Noah had nowhere to go due to Eleonora’s mansion having been seized and searched, and the second reason was that the annex’s laboratory was optimal to proceed with the tasks that needed to be done in the future.

For nearly ten days, she had been steadily implementing the plans she had made while leaving Harrell. Noah plopped down onto the sofa and studied the ID card she received this morning.

“It’s pretty.”

The card, which was decorated with gold and tightly embedded with diamonds, was colorful itself. Anyone who saw it would naturally think it belonged to an aristocrat. However, in addition to the appearance, if there was any difference from the ID card issued to ordinary Laurent citizens, this card didn’t contain her and Muell’s nationalities.

Upon receiving it, she had read through the replica project’s research lab records. Most of it had become ashes, gathering all through her passion and motivation, and it took just four days to understand the big stems of the first, second, and third stages.

Of course, if she had mastered the vast amount of records that filled up four bookshelves twice her height in that short amount of time, she would have slapped Eleonora four times, but unfortunately, she was not a genius. So, for her last-ditch effort, she picked out only the necessary parts and memorized all the parts she didn’t understand.

The replica project had two pivotal points: A human-type machine that will serve as the human body, and a nucleus that will serve as the soul.

The nucleus contains not only human biometric data chips, but also a manual that makes the replica look like a real human being. To put it simply, the manual is the clone’s code of conduct. Just look at it as a type of steering control.

Everything Noah pulled out of Adrian and Eleonora’s vast records was about the manual.

After putting her brain through so much work like that, this paper-like body seemed to send an abnormal signal. Fortunately, Kyle was twice as busy preparing for Adrian Rossinell’s upcoming trial.

Since Noah had said that she doesn’t like the sight of blood, she had no plans of complaining to him about her nosebleed. It’ll all be fine!

She made a promise to Penelope.

“Please do not tell Kyle that I had a nosebleed, Penny.”

“Um… Miss Noah. General Leonard is as sharp as a tack.”

“So then we have to clean up this blood. And it’s a secret that they’re coming. Got it?”

Penelope’s face blanched again as Noah pointed at the window with her thumb.

By orders from Kyle, the annex still wasn’t completely open to the public. Despite that, it was obvious how much the rumors had spread just by observing the growing number of people roaming around it.