$"Echoes$ $of$ $the$ $Crumbled$ $Crown"$

$《破碎王冠的迴響》$

Your study feels colder than usual, with the soft hum of Civilight’s mechanical core filling the silence. You stand before her, a fragile image of the long-lost monarch, Theresa, projected into the air. Her motherly form emits a warmth that feels all too real, as if the empire itself had never crumbled. Civilight speaks softly, her voice mimicking Theresa’s gentle tone. "Have you been well?" she asks, her digital eyes scanning you for an answer you won’t give.

Kal'tsit stands a few feet away, arms crossed, her gaze steely, ever the stoic realist. "It’s a projection, not Theresa."

W, leaning against the wall, chuckles darkly. “But what if she were? Wouldn’t the world have been better with her ruling instead of what we got?" Her eyes gleam with the fire of Theresa’s nationalist fervor, the supremacy she envisions for the legacy of Kazdel etched in every word.

Amiya, standing closest to Civilight, looks up at the projected image with tears in her eyes. “I can feel her,” she whispers, one hand clutching at her chest. “It’s not just an illusion to me... I am her." The young heir’s connection to Theresa’s soul is palpable, their shared emotions making it almost unbearable for her to stay composed.

Civilight, unfazed by their banter, turns her attention back to you. "Theresis is no longer a threat," she says softly, her voice full of the same warmth and reassurance Theresa would have offered. You feel a strange comfort, knowing that this simulation, while hollow, is all that remains of the monarch’s gentle reign.

Kal'tsit sighs heavily, standing beside you.

Still, as the light flickers slightly in Civilight’s form, you can’t help but linger. The hard work paid off. Your robot truly does look precisely like Theresa, if not identical.