"I need a reason to exist, and as your opposing existence, it allows you to vent the fury of the Night of the Holy Arrival and provides you with the motivation for revenge and survival."
Watson's tone was icy, like a machine executing orders.
"So Watson, are you 016?"
"016 is already dead. 016 was chosen as the recipient of Ascension, and when she became me, she was already dead."
"Then what are you, Watson?"
"I..."
The cold Watson suddenly halted, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. She had always faithfully executed the orders of the Sword Scabbard Treaty, but at this moment, she too felt uncertain about herself.
"I'm not sure, perhaps some kind of monster. All of this stems from Lorenzo de' Medici's research. He believes the blood of the Holy Grail is the 'key', and the Authority of Gabriel is the 'credentials' to open some door."
"Are you also part of his plan?"
