Time Is the Most Worthless Thing

Fine spring rain fell in a silver curtain, thread after thread dropping from the sky. In the distance, green mountains seemed to soar into the clouds, while rows of droplets spilled from the eaves like beautiful bead curtains.

The Royal Palace occupied an excellent location.

Looking down from the slanted giant peak, one could see rows upon rows of residences neatly arranged at the foot of the mountain. Saiyan houses were built from integrated materials; from afar, they looked like hollowed-out boulders, their shapes strange and sharp, filled with a wild aura. They could hardly be called beautiful, but they were exceptionally sturdy.

As a warrior race, Saiyans did not demand much from their living conditions.

Their only requirement was durability.

If nothing else, when Saiyan children roughhoused, sturdy houses could at least significantly reduce the range of damage.

The Royal Palace.

After finishing their training, Roland returned to the resting area with Meluria. As soon as he entered, he saw Askari holding a teaching whip and educating three girls. Caulifla and Kale were potential powerhouses of the Saiyan race, and Alice was Melutis's daughter, so the cultivation of all three was given particular importance.

Usually Meluria personally disciplined them, and only when she went out to train were they handed over to Askari for instruction in her stead.

Seeing Roland and the others return, Askari waved the teaching whip and told the children to continue training, then walked over with a bright, charming smile.

"How is these children's training going?" Roland asked.

"Caulifla didn't listen at first, but she behaved after I beat her up. Alice and Kale are quite obedient, though Kale is too introverted. She's so timid and submissive she doesn't seem like a Saiyan at all," Askari said honestly.

"Kale's introversion comes from her personality. Just