On the empty sofa, the air rippled like water. A transparent yet unmistakably tall, broad-shouldered figure appeared there.
He wore a simple Imperial senior officer's uniform, without any insignia of rank or ribbons, yet he was more imposing than any Imperial Marshal.
His transparent figure sat down on his own sofa, and it was as if a mountain had risen there.
Compared with the figure in Brunhild's memories, Emperor Ilesel looked unchanged. His tall, resilient frame still seemed capable of bearing the weight of the entire starry sea.
Of course, in front of his granddaughter, whom he loved N times more than anyone else, Emperor Ilesel's smile was warm and kind, and his eyes held unmistakable pride. He looked like an old grandfather watching his granddaughter grow up and even get into one of the top universities.
"When that little girl from the Belenkest family started talking about investments, economics, and her major..." The emperor brushed a strand of his energy-formed hair and sighed with some regret. "To tell the truth, that was what interested me most. You know, Bryn, I have a bit of private money. Heh. It doesn't belong to the royal treasury or the Heraldic Bureau's fund account. It's just my own private money. I really did want to hear more."
"You should've said so sooner! Why didn't you?" Brunhild sighed with equal regret, but then seemed to think of something. She quickly raised her head, and her already bright, lively golden eyes turned sharp as she looked straight at the phantom projection without the slightest hesitation.
The Suoluka King's gaze was now full of scrutiny. It didn't look much like she was looking at her liege and ancestor.
"Private money?"
"I may be over two hundred years old, but I can still eat eight dou of