The Old Emperor stared blankly at the 'mature theory' before him, listening to the reports from the maid at his side, a subtle dimming creeping into his eyes.
Lost the battle?
The Emperor Guard System, leading the Levi Fleet, was deployed, and yet lost?
Now, this holographic image resembling a goddess is praying for something. According to the Archbishop's explanation, this is the Emperor Guard System running at low effectiveness.
Yet, the Old Emperor still felt as though he was dreaming, a dream from which he couldn't wake, and one headed toward the realm of nightmares.
The middle-aged maid said, "Your Majesty, Director Eno has sent an invitation for an online meeting."
"Oh," the Old Emperor closed his eyes with a light sigh, "My young uncle has become a rare dependable elite in the family, and his opinions are often correct. But, unfortunately, his influence is weak... Find a quiet place for me to attend."
