Unlike the Decepticon Fleet, which usually stood in the frontlines, Annabelle, the newly made doll, was made for a support role in special missions. The Decepticon Fleet may be superior in killing, but Annabelle’s powers worked in a variety of ways and could be more efficient in certain situations. After all, Annabelle was made with a different goal in mind.

“Wow… Rinne’s subordinate. Very satisfied!” Rinne’s eyes sparkled when she saw the completed version of Annabelle.

Annabelle had porcelain white skin and pink hair, making her look very pure. As she sat on the rocking chair with her eyes closed, she looked like a precious kind of beauty and not one that made one lusty.

Annabelle’s appearance was just unbelievable; it really was accentuating the skills of a master craftsman. The person who had crafted her exterior was none other than Elder Golgouda. Dwarves were known to be very detail-oriented after the fairies, so it was unsurprising that he had crafted Annabelle with such intricate details.

Annabelle looked like an adult woman upon first glance. She was truly beautiful, but she was slightly different from humans.

“Sir Davey, why did you craft Rinne’s subordinate as an elf?” Rinne asked.

“It has to be an elf since...