Ever since she'd touched the clone, Avarice had been following Grace everywhere. What's worse, the faulty automaton watched the machina split into two identical clones, and one rushed to god knows where while the other continued to follow her.
'She knows that I know their secret.' Grace thought, and she was right. The clone of Avarice was made with excellent discerning capabilities, mostly for defence, but more importantly, to weed out traitors, and that's exactly what she considered Grace at the moment. 'This little rascal.'
Busy in the kitchen amongst the countless automatons that she managed every day, Grace couldn't find a moment to breathe, much less leave the place to tell Raven everything that she'd seen upon touching the false Mono's hands. Every time she so much as moved her neck, the automaton followed her like a hawk.
