Gao Yi boarded the hovercar arranged by Rebecca and headed toward the church in the Throne District.
Sitting inside and looking outside, although this victory cast slightly fewer shadows over people's faces, many people's family members had likewise died in this battle.
The living temporarily suppressed the pain within their hearts; they had no energy to think about such things, as what they needed to consider was how to survive.
Yet some were already executing Gao Yi's orders. Under the protection of soldiers, vehicles loaded with food were stopping all over the upper hive and distributing rations according to registration lists.
Even though this food consisted entirely of corpse starch, wood-pulp bread, or mixtures of various fungi, being able to fill their stomachs made these refugees—who normally might have eaten only once or twice every few days—overflow with gratitude toward Gao Yi.
"My Lord, did you hear? They are all chanting your name and cheering for you," Rebecca said with a smile.
"Wasn't letting my own subjects have enough to eat something I should have done in the first place? Rebecca, didn't Lord Ludwig ever think about improving life in the lower hive?"
"Huh? Improve the life of the lower hive? Haven't the Dynasty already sheltered them and allowed them to live on this land? Isn't that enough? The Dynasty lets them exchange labor for basic survival resources. Abundant resources should be spent on expansion, my Lord—that is the Dynasty's primary mission. Lord Ludwig never would have considered such matters in the past."
Hearing Rebecca's words, Gao Yi knew that such ingrained mentalities could not be changed in a single day, so he said nothing more.
"My Lord, we have arrived!"
Rebecca helped Gao Yi open the car door, and standing before the church's steps, Gao Yi raised his head