"Steady progress. After this period of focused cultivation, I should reach high-rank Gold within five years," Velin answered unhurriedly, resting his hand on Xuemiyya's waist.
Xuemiyya nodded slightly, then asked, "How do you plan to handle the maids for the Royal Palace?"
"We'll choose from the descendants of the former Okra Kingdom generals who surrendered," Velin answered, slowing down. "We'll also adopt a group of reasonably talented orphans from among the common people to serve as palace maids."
"Those suited to becoming Shadow Assassins will be Hilda's responsibility, while those suited to becoming warriors will be taught by Xisina."
"We'll continue using Star Moon Fort's rules for keeping and replacing personnel."
"There will be an assessment every five years. Those who pass will stay. Those who fail can either be sent to the various magic potion cultivation manors or have their relevant memories erased and be dismissed. The choice will be entirely theirs."
"For the exceptionally outstanding ones, we'll arrange marriages to talented young men or young military officers with battle merits."
"And what do you have in mind for Hilda and Xisina?" Xuemiyya brought her attention back, turned to look at Velin, and asked softly.
"They answer directly to you," Velin replied. "Rather than asking what I think, you should give it some thought yourself."
"All right, I understand."
"If Hilda and Xisina really don't want to marry, we'll support them for the rest of their lives. It's not as though we can't afford it."
"Whatever you decide."
Hearing that, Xuemiyya found it oddly familiar. It seemed to be something she often said herself, yet now it had come from Velin's mouth.
"Let's go. It's time we headed back."
"Mm."
The two stood up and walked toward the Demiplane passage.
Sitting nearby and pretending to read, Trisa caught sight