Perhaps because they are rarely seen, people in London, especially members of the Clock Tower Attendants, seem to be particularly fond of the sun, stars, or any luminous celestial body.

This is what Kitahara and Kaede suddenly realized when they were helping Elliot, who was going to go on duty outside the next day, to sort out the information and walk through the corridor.

At that time, Mary Shelley was standing on tiptoes at the end of the corridor, leaning on the railing to watch the setting sun, looking through the layers of clouds.

There are no lights on in the corridor, and the only light comes from the place where you can see the sky at the end, casting orange-red light and shadow and the girl's small shadow, as if she is in a tunnel of time.

"Dr. Mary?"

Beihara and Feng looked at the thin figure who looked a little lonely in the sunset, hesitated for a moment, and shouted.

"Kitahara!"

The girl lying on the railing naturally averted her gaze and smiled brightly at Kitahara Kaede, who always brought her desserts.

Only then did the traveler realize that she was holding a cute-looking little lamb in her arms.

Making a simulated mechanical doll is not a difficult task for Mary Shelley, who can create an artificial intelligence like Adam. But for some reason, she always seems to prefer creatures like sheep, and she always seems to want to hug them.

"Are you watching the sunset?"

Kitahara and Kaede walked up to her and looked at this child with a particularly childish face. He squatted down and looked at her. The orange-gold eyes reflected the girl's golden curly hair and the pair of gray eyes that were said to be the same as Shelley's.

He asked in a gentle tone.

"Yes, didn't we just watch the sunset a week ago? I think the refraction of light in the evening and the degree of deflection of light by the atmosphere are very interesting, so I will study more about the turnstile."

Mary Shelley subconsciously tilted her head in embarrassment at first, but then felt that as a top scientist she should not be so weak, so she simply raised her head with full arrogance: "I can definitely use this principle to make

Some interesting inventions, after all I am a genius."

Kitahara and Feng rolled their eyes, picked up this arrogant and a little indifferent little girl, and supported each other so that she could look at the sunset from a higher position: "Yes, yes, the genius of the British Empire, outstanding

A person with super powers, a genius doctor who can act confidently and coquettishly even in front of the queen."

Miss Shelley's frame and body are thin and small in a way that does not suit her age. There is almost an airy smell under her big white coat-like clothes, and she is as light as a feather.

It doesn't feel heavy when held up, and is even so light that one can't help but worry about her physical condition.

Kitahara and Kaede rubbed the girl's hair, feeling that it was probably a sequelae of the low-temperature technology that had stagnated growth for a period of time: After all, the UK would definitely take good care of such an outstanding scientific researcher, and it was not his turn to worry.

Mary Shelley's ears turned red, she huddled in the traveler's arms, and argued in a low voice: "I'm not being coquettish. Personal belongings such as luggage should not be tampered with in the first place."

The little girl squirmed uncomfortably, obviously not used to being held in the arms of an adult, but her attention was quickly attracted by the sun outside, and she opened her eyes curiously.

Ravens in the city of London occasionally fly past the sun. One raven even flew over freely after flying around the sun and stopped on the railing.

This raven has river-like snow-white stripes on its back and a black crest on its head. It looks like a polite gentleman.

It's London.

The city's will elegantly combed its feathers on the railing, tilted its head to look at Mary Shelley, jumped away lightly before the other party wanted to reach out to grab it, narrowed its eyes and let out a "giggle" laugh

, and flew away again.

"Hey! It's true... I will definitely invent a machine specifically for catching such cunning birds."

Mary Shelley may have never felt such frustration in front of others. Almost as soon as the raven flew away, she puffed up her face and said angrily.

No, no, no, even so, ordinary people can't catch London, right? After all, this is the place it is most familiar with.

The traveler smiled helplessly and rubbed the head of the girl who was angry with herself, successfully diverting her attention at the cost of having her hair pulled twice.

Of course, Dr. Shelley was not really angry.

Although the character of this proud scientist is willful, self-willed and full of childishness, she does not mind acting like a real child in front of recognized people, restraining her conceited and condescending aura.

So after the fight, Shelley leaned against Kitahara and Kaede again, rubbed her eyes and continued to watch the sunset through her wide glasses - anyway, she didn't have any work to finish in a hurry, so she might as well do it in this way

Spend more time on romantic scenery.

"Kitahara, do you know? I actually like St. Paul's Cathedral very much, even though I have no interest in religion at all, and I have never been there."

The little girl bent her eyes into a beautiful crescent moon and said with a smile - she had just quietly taken the last piece of soft marshmallow from the traveler's pocket.

"No building near St. Paul's Cathedral can be taller than this church, which is why we can see the sunset so clearly in this direction."

"Then why do you want to watch the sunset alone?"

Beihara and Feng looked at the girl in their arms who narrowed her eyes and smiled like a kitten, raised their eyebrows curiously, and asked.

"Well...didn't I tell you before?"

Dr. Shelley turned his head and hugged the sheep in his arms. His gray eyes looked at the doll's jet-black eyes together. They looked exactly the same innocent: "It's just pure research."

"A kid said something to me."

Kitahara and Kaede were silent for a few seconds, looking at Mary Shelley, watching the orange light of the sunset shining on her soft cheeks, her golden hair and the white coat blowing in the air.

The girl is looking back at him.

"He said that people watch the sunset when they are lonely."

The traveler sighed and pressed the little girl's head into his arms: "Of course, if you don't want to say it, don't say it."

The girl shrank slightly and seemed to be silent for a moment, but soon jumped out of the traveler's arms.

"Wait! I don't feel lonely!"

Miss Shelley stretched out her hand, shook her head, and raised her head. She seemed to feel that she had been looked down upon. Her beautiful gray eyes were widened. If it hadn't been for the brief silence before, both Kitahara and Feng would have thought that she was telling the truth.

.

"I just had a quarrel with that idiot Carroll. The photos that guy took were not good-looking at all. They were ugly. They did not show my genius as the first scientist at all."

The girl turned her head and hummed twice, put her hands into the pockets of her coat, and looked at the sun that had already set more than half of its value.

"And he actually dared to attack me... That cowardly rabbit actually dared to attack me."

The more Miss Shelley thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help muttering angrily: "Everyone is so strange, as if sacrificing one or two lives for the truth is a big deal. Are all fairy tale tellers so naive?"

Not many people are willing to treat Mary Shelley as a real child without any prejudice or halo, so naturally there are extremely few people who are willing to tell the scientist those children's fairy tales.

Carol was the one who wanted to tell stories with her as soon as they met, and there was also Goethe whom she met in academic seminars before, Kitahara and Kaede who were always gentle and gentle... and maybe Byron.

and Shelley, Percy Shelley.

Mary Shelley's impression of her brother was not deep, and could even be said to be extremely vague - but every time she thought about it, there was always a frosty glass-like impression that told her that even her brother would not agree with her idea.

This makes the girl a little frustrated, but it does not change her own point of view: after all, she is a genius, and those who doubt genius are the ones with real problems.

At least that's what Mr. Orwell, those researchers, and Her Majesty the Queen said. No matter how you think about it, you are right. The development of science sometimes requires unscrupulous means.

But... I still feel sad, the kind of sadness that the ideals I have always adhered to are denied by the people I want to care about.

After all, Mary Shelley was still a little girl in terms of her mental age.

Beihara and Feng were stunned for a moment, and then noticed the other's disappointed look, so they hugged her comfortingly.

Naturally, he would not agree with this view. In the eyes of Kitahara and Kaede, life is something worthy of respect.

But he also knew that there was a high probability that Mary Shelley had been brainwashed by the Bell Tower Attendant:

Make any design possible - this power itself is a miracle that can quickly promote the development of science and technology through imagination. It is impossible for the UK to let the owner of this power have any other thoughts.

All they need is a qualified, easy-to-use tool that is dedicated to research and development, that's all. Therefore, Mary Shelley's current mental state is the best result. Even if there is a change, it is estimated that the government will "

"Break it right" and come back.

But, I still want to do something.

"Want to hear the next part of that story?"

Kitahara and Feng knelt down so that their eyes were level with the girl, and then smiled: "Miss Shelley."

"There's no way I can go back and apologize."

The little girl hugged her lamb tightly, moved back cautiously, and said loudly: "A genius will never admit to ordinary people a mistake that was not his own!"

"Not an apology."

Kitahara and Feng suddenly felt that the other party was actually a very cute and stubborn girl, so they smiled: "I just want to ask, why does Dr. Shelley like these stories?"

It's obviously not very scientific, nor is it very logical. It's just a naive imagination.

Why do you like this kind of stories and fairy tales?

Mary Shelley blinked her eyes and her expression became a little confused. It seemed that even she herself had not thought about this matter very deeply.

"I'll talk to Carol about it then."

Beihara and Feng didn't expect to get an answer from each other immediately. They simply smiled and stood up: "If it doesn't work, I can tell you a story."

The traveler rubbed the girl's head with satisfaction, and then left, planning to go back and make dinner so that he could deal with the large number of guys who for some reason became more and more accustomed to staying at his place to eat and drink.

Originally, he planned to eat at someone else's place, but he found out that basically none of the bell tower attendants settled in London, and most of them lived directly in this office building.

Wilde, the only one who had a house, was still extremely nervous. When he heard that Kitahara and Kaede were coming, he almost turned from a cat into a cat ball. He was afraid that his boyfriend would be sexually interested in him after the travelers came.

"Posey has a lot of lovers. I really don't want to have more love rivals. And no matter how much I think, I can't beat you Beiyuan! Considering the relationship between the two of us, Beiyuan - Beiyuan - you can't get enough of me and Percy.

At home, I am really scared."

The above are Wilde's original words. After they were spoken, everyone, including Eliot, was silent for a long time. Miss Austen even directly suggested breaking up, but the stubborn painter refused.
To be continued...