The central laboratory of the Floating Aircraft Carrier.
The entire hundred-square-meter space was dominated by golden hues.
The ceiling resembled a river of stars, dotted with more than a dozen tiny pieces of pure gold.
Roy lay on a massage bed made from Sea King leather.
A ring of high-tech equipment surrounded the massage bed. Their surfaces radiated a futuristic feel while retaining a warm golden tone.
Opposite the massage bed, an enormous screen filled his entire field of vision.
The huge screen flickered with multicolored streams of data and charts, all of them displaying Roy's real-time physical statistics.
"Roy, aside from some fatigue, all of your current physical indicators look very good."
Caesar Clown flipped through the paper reports in his hand. After comparing them with the contents on the enormous screen, he spoke to Roy, who was lying on the massage bed.
"Oh? All my physical indicators are good? Then that is all thanks to Brulee! If she hadn't worked so hard to keep me in shape every day, given my recent workload, I should be in terrible condition."
Roy opened his mouth and ate a bright red strawberry Brulee fed him.
At the same time, he reached out and affectionately rubbed Brulee's little head.
"L-Lord Roy..."
Her eyes nearly turned into hearts.
Being love-struck had nothing to do with age.
People like that often saw only their lover's virtues, actively ignored their partner's flaws, and even idealized everything about them.
If such people met a good person, they would be very happy. But if they met a bad one, it would become a terrible disaster.
Brulee's luck was average.
Roy was not a devoted man, but he was never stingy with his power, wealth, or affection toward his women.
Caesar Clown, standing nearby, could not understand Brulee's