“Why, it’s one of your inventions,” I replied casually, picking up a blueprint from behind me. The paper detailed the design for the manual chip used in the second phase of the Replica Project in Eleanora’s own distinct handwriting.
“This cannot be…” Her face turned pale as she immediately connected the dots.
The experiment I had conducted on her soul was actually rather simple—all I had to do was dismantle the mana circuit within the manual and copy it into the core containing Eleanora’s soul. Instead of using a remote, however, I could control her actions through a series of whispered spells.
I tenderly brushed her disheveled hair out of her face before saying, “You always wanted to create your own replica. So, I did it for you. Tell me, Ellie—how does it feel to be controlled by someone else?”
