The Emperor's Dragon Maid?!

"Hey! I'm Milk Dragon! I'm the real Milk Dragon!"

"Tonight, the stars are shining bright, and my heart is warm with love for you~"

There was a hint of stiffness in the silver figure's voice, as though ages of silence had made him forget how to speak.

But paired with that string of abstract nonsense from humanity's third millennium, it made both Zhou Yun and The Emperor regret not bringing a shot of insulin before coming here.

An indescribably awkward feeling flowed between Zhou Yun and The Emperor. Standing where they were, both raised a hand to rub their temples.

"Seriously, don't you guys surf the web?" The silver figure shook his head, seeming bored by Zhou Yun and The Emperor's reactions.

Then the silver figure carefully examined Zhou Yun before turning to look at The Emperor.

"You're Doraemon."

"You're Nobita."

".Are you playing Doraemon: Nobita's Space Heroes?"

The silver figure twisted his body and flowed around Zhou Yun and The Emperor like a mass of mercury.

"Can I join?"

"Sure. Nobita and Fat Tiger are already taken, but I'm still missing a Suneo and a Shizuka. Want to play one of them?" Zhou Yun asked with a smile as he looked at the slightly deranged, neurotic silver figure.

"Nope. Then can I be Nobisuke Nobi? I want to be his dad." The silver figure pointed at Nobita Emperor.

As he spoke, the silver figure's body squirmed and transformed into a plump middle-aged man who bore some resemblance to Nobita Emperor.

"My dad's dead," Nobita Emperor said as he looked at the silver figure.

"Then I can be your father!" The silver figure giggled.

Then he seemed to sense something, and his body trembled slightly. "Being your dad does seem a little unlucky. No, no, I need to change."

"Can