Your Former Empire

I didn't know what Zagu thought about it, whether he felt lucky or unlucky. In any case, his home had been under Empire Semi-requisition for the past few days. After we went public with our identities, the Head of State's family had quite shamelessly spent several days mooching meals at someone else's house, and Sandora had played an indispensable role in the process.

It was worth mentioning that she had also helped Milia's family of three solve their cluttered warehouse problem. The underground warehouse and first-floor hall, once buried beneath mountains of antiques, were much tidier than before—almost too tidy. Although Sandora insisted that she hadn't eaten anything at random, I found the bite marks on their stair railing rather suspicious... Well, just like ordinary girls, Sandora used binge-eating to relieve stress when she was in a bad mood. I could only blame myself: by the time I realized that, there was practically nothing left in Milia's house.

We were still at Milia's home, in the first-floor Living Room that Pandora had forcibly requisitioned and converted into the so-called Tactical Center.

"The Deep Space Probe has reached this position. It's over a hundred million light-years from the Home Star System, so continuing forward would be meaningless," Sandora said, pointing at a tiny dot on the edge of the holographic star chart. "We've scanned a sufficiently vast region of space, spanning enough to cover twelve of the Old Empire's standard Military Lines. But within this range, there's still no sign of Old Empire forces."

Sandora referred to those Shilin Apostles possibly hiding in the shadows as Old Empire forces. Though she knew there was a ninety-percent chance they were the enemies Lin Xue's prophecy had mentioned, the ones who might fight us in this world, she still tried not to call