She, the pirate queen Mimili, was rushed into existence.
...
'A thousand Heras, are they all with the personalities of scholarly fanatics? If they lose control, won't it be deadly?'
On the ferry back to Emperor Star, Boss Yang gazed into the starry sky, lost in thought.
Indeed, Yang Ming did not feel any dejection.
At this moment, he was more absorbed in the shock brought by those thousand nutrient tanks, and what he himself said—he was pondering on the role these numerous clones might play.
The only point that slightly frustrated Yang Ming was that he could offer Hera no assistance.
Boss Yang reviewed his shared experiences with Hera, from their meeting, living together, to Hera's near-collapse after her father's death, leading to today; every step Hera took seemed calculated.
Upon seeing those clones, Yang Ming vaguely glimpsed the large hand hovering behind Hera.
The Faya people were observing Hera.
'Are the Faya people enemies?'
