As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"By the way, does this potion work on the puppet you gave me?"

She suddenly thought of one thing:

"Her body composition should not be much different from that of humans? She can eat and drink like a human, and she should also be able to drink medicine."

"You can drink it, but it won't do anything."

Bazel replied:

"I said... this is a spiritual potion, and a doll is an individual without independent consciousness."

"Okay, let's go back and find a mouse to test."

The silver-haired girl looked at the puppet sitting quietly at the side, and put the medicine bottle in her pocket.

Then he walked up to the puppet and lightly poked the latter's cheek.

The opponent raised his head.

He looked at her calmly, without any emotion on his face.

"Speaking of which, it's time to give you a name."

The silver-haired girl withdrew her hand and said:

"What should I call you?"

"—By the way, how is Forestia?"

After thinking for a long time, her eyes suddenly brightened:

"Your knowledge of magic has surpassed mine, which is just right for this name made up of magic elemental runes."

"Forrestia?"

Hearing her words, Bazel was slightly moved.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the name?"

The silver-haired girl noticed her strangeness and asked suspiciously.

"No, nothing."

Bazel smiled:

"It's a nice name...I think it fits well."

Weird Bazel.

The silver-haired girl didn't care too much, she muttered something in her heart, and didn't think about it any more.

"From today onwards, you will be called Forestia."

She patted the doll's head, satisfied with her decision:

"Well, are you happy to have your own name?"

Dolls can't express themselves,

Wen Yan just nodded indifferently, indicating that he understood what the master said.

"This guy doesn't feel cute at all."

The silver-haired girl regretted setting her as an iceberg character:

"But you can't have your cake and eat it at the same time... Such a setting is the safest, otherwise it will be troublesome to become a troublemaker."

She didn't go back to the academy that night, but spent the night in Bazel's hideout.

Bazel didn't know what he was busy with. She disappeared before she fell asleep and didn't show up until late at night.

"Forget it, don't wait, go to sleep."

After training, the silver-haired girl took a shower and came to the bed exhausted.

"Huh? Why are you here?"

After lifting the quilt, I found the doll lying inside.

"In order to avoid being found abnormal, you should lie on the bed when you sleep. This is your order."

The puppet answered.

"Then don't hide under the quilt, it will scare people to death."

Aiwen said helplessly:

"By the way, you don't have any breath at all... I feel that you are more suitable to be an assassin than a magic teacher."

"assassin?"

The puppet is a little puzzled:

"I have not acquired this knowledge..."

"forget it."

Egwene scratched her hair:

——What are you talking about with a puppet?

"Go inside a little bit, I'm going to sleep."

She let the puppet make room for herself and got under the covers.

The bed Bazel prepared was not big. Fortunately, both sides were slim, so it didn't feel particularly crowded.

But after closing her eyes, she suddenly felt that she was being hugged.

"……what?"

Egwene opened her eyes and turned to look to the side.

When he found that the puppet was wrapping around his body like a koala, his head came closer.

"——restore your habit, you will automatically hug the thing next to you when you sleep."

The puppet answered.

"Don't hug so tightly."

Aiwen moved her body unaccustomed to it:

"And you're a girl, you know? Don't put your breasts on other people casually..."

Oops, this is too much like a real person.

Feeling the embrace of the other party, she suddenly felt a little itchy in her heart:

——Every aspect of this doll is almost exactly the same as a real human being.

Of course, those exciting places are also included.

"Anyway, it belongs to me... It doesn't matter if you touch it twice?"

She fought for a while in her heart.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, he quietly stretched out his hand.

"Master, what are your hands doing?"

After a while, the puppet asked aloud.

"Wow! No, nothing!"

Egwen trembled in fright, and hurriedly withdrew her hand back.

what's wrong with me?

Are you dissatisfied with your desires?

She felt her heart pounding, and said angrily:

I actually became interested in a dummy... I didn't like stuff like dolls before, did I?

"You'd better not be by my side, go to sleep somewhere else."

Later, she simply drove the doll down to keep the doll away from her.

"Yes."

The puppet obediently got out of bed, curled up in the corner, hugged its knees and closed its eyes.

Egwene lay there dozing for a few minutes.

Then secretly opened his eyes a slit, looking at the puppet huddled in the corner.

Because the weather here is relatively cold, the body of the doll seems to be shaking slightly.

Bazel didn't know what material was used to make it, but even the physiological reactions of humans were perfectly reproduced.

"Forrestia."

The silver-haired girl couldn't help but say:

"Do you... feel cold?"

"I don't know what cold is, master."

The puppet replied softly:

"This posture is adopted to prevent heat loss, causing unnecessary energy loss."

——Isn’t it cold?

Hearing her words, Egwene felt a sudden pang of guilt.

"You'd better come to bed and sleep with me."

The silver-haired girl walked down and pulled the puppet that was exactly like her back to her side.

"Do you still feel cold?"

She hugged him in her arms, stroked her smooth silver hair, and asked gently.

"Master's body, the temperature is moderate."

The puppet huddled against her chest and replied softly: