A silent warehouse filled with stagnant air.

Sophiens breath tickled the tip of my nose. She was set atop me. The Emperor at the moment was too close. I, sensitive to hygiene, was instinctively uncomfortable with this approach, but was it because it was Sophien? It was bearable.

At this moment, the Emperors biosignals seemed to be constant as usual. Her breathing was regular, and her pupils were dilated as usual, but there was a small problem with the heart rate. Her heart was trembling.

She wasnt joking.

Your Majesty.

Sophien licked her lips.

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