You hear a soft cranking and some clicks coming from the robot beside you, and decide whatever she is doing it's best to give Hilde the most time she can to do it.

You ask what the point of all this even is, stealing the role of the princess and doling out punishments like this. Now that you think on it, the King was the one that was meant to be giving those out.

"What do you mean stealing? I'm clearly the princess, can't you tell?" The mechanical monstrosity says, giving a little pose with what remaining pieces of the dress are still on it.

You say she clearly isn't the real princess. Beyond the obvious reasons, she has laughed which should have ended the story. More over it was 'Hans' that brought about her laughter. The story should definitely be over. You say to let them all go.

"It goes back to the point of all this. I need to keep the story running." The enemy robot says. "And that's entirely what I plan to do."

"To murder more humans and half-fairies? Jeez, and I thought I was bloodthirsty." Hilde remarks.

"Ha! No, I wasn't blessed to be born with such a purpose." The robot says tittering and flicking one of it's long mechanical hands dismissively. "But the SHR, does like to assume the worst in fairies don't they? How did you even find me?"

"We were sent here on a mission. If you know who we are, you are smart enough to know not to mess with us." Kamiko says, calmly. "Let's just end this story quietly and we can have a civil conversation about your actions afterwards. Where is the original Princess? "

"You speak like you have any leverage." The robot says, leaning in towards your party. "You are only still alive because I have some things I want answered."

You interrupt and try to get back to Kamiko's point and ask if the Princess is at least safe.

"If it'll bring you peace before your death to know, then yes don't worry. The only ones who are going to die here are you and the half-fae." The robot says pointing to your co-worker.

"It doesn't have to be like this..." Kamiko warns, tapping her improvised club into her other hand.

"You know what, you are correct. How about this? I'll tell you what I'm doing, but in return I want something." She then points to you and says, "The human is carrying an anomaly, correct? Give it to me."

"Would you promise to let us go if you did?" your giant of a friend asks.

"Best I can do is offer you an easier passing."