"What the hell is in that head of yours?"
After hearing Arthur's excessively fanciful suggestion, William shook his head. "All surgically modified Astartes suffer from suppressed emotions as a side effect. Your suggestion probably won't work."
"That's easy." Arthur patted his chest. "Tomorrow, I'll go to The Hive and help Mom and Aunt Li improve the Astartes surgical procedure."
"Enough. Stop thinking about all that nonsense. Also... you don't need to go to The Hive tomorrow. After resting in Hafa for a few days, that universe will still need you and Fleet Seven to hold the fort for a while." William spoke in a flat tone.
"Ah... all right. I'll deal with things over there as quickly as possible." Arthur sighed helplessly.
Even without William saying anything, Arthur knew that he and Fleet Seven would have to remain in the League of Gods universe for quite some time in the future.
"All right, it's getting late. You all have families now, so hurry back and get some rest." William waved his hand.
"Whew... I am a little tired." Arthur yawned.
"Yes." Heros, who stood before William, nodded somewhat stiffly.
The uncle and nephew then entered the palace, leaving only William standing in the fountain plaza, along with the six guards responsible for his safety.
William gazed up at the clear, cloudless night sky and couldn't help murmuring, "Almost fifty years..."
?
The six guards standing behind him had no idea what William meant by fifty years.
But as absolutely loyal guards, even if William suddenly went mad, they would still obey every one of his insane orders.
William stared at the stars in the night sky for a while, deep in thought.
He had originally thought that seventy years would be a very long time in a person's life, but