"That's more like it," the Old Emperor squinted with a smile, "My daughter, if you want something, you have to take the initiative to grasp it. Isn't Hanton quite handsome? The Ancient God Life Form, oh, his stamina must be excellent. Daphne will be happy, won't she?"
The maid beside him only dared to lower her head, not daring to respond.
The Old Emperor lightly tapped the armrest of his chair with his fingers, reclining in the seat, and continued to enjoy the comedians' diligent performances.
Aboard the escort ship urgently taking off from the Emperor Star's surface.
Daphne sat in a corner of the bridge, with two maids carefully touching up her exquisite makeup.
The few gossip reporters following along were intimidated by the Empire officers and soldiers bustling around and sat restlessly, speaking with a slight tremble.
Daphne asked, "How long until we reach the barracks?"
A maid beside her immediately replied, "One Galaxy Time, counting the entire journey."
