In the Old Emperor's bedchamber, the contemporary Emperor of the Sherman family, who hadn't picked up a pen in a long time, sat behind a desk carefully tracing the artistic script in front of him.
A maid stepped forward and bowed: "Your Majesty."
"How is the meeting?"
"It hit a deadlock about a Galaxy Time ago. It's now in intermission and a discussion is ongoing. The Military Department and the Elder Court couldn't reach a consensus; the proposal by the White Ghost gained support from the Military Department, but the elders seem unwilling to let the White Ghost gain too much voice."
"What White Ghost?"
The Old Emperor looked up at the maid: "He's Daphne's fiancé, my Knight Commander."
"Yes, the respected Knight Commander, the elders and nobles have united to oppose his proposal." The maid hurriedly changed her tone.
