Brunhild continued to gently stroke her perfectly flat stomach. Her waist was slender and soft, yet full of strength—a work of art.
Of course, on another timeline, he'd been enjoying that waist for years already, so he wasn't about to lose his composure over it. He simply realized that this was clearly the woman's little trick to put pressure on him. But he wasn't going to fall for it.
"Don't tell me it's twins again?" Yu Lian joked.
Brunhild shrugged. "We already had twins last time. This time, I'm hoping for one boy and one girl."
"Is that so?" Yu Lian smiled. "Good luck! I hope you can outdo that little carpenter's cheating wife."
Even Brunhild, who'd spent plenty of time learning about Earth culture, couldn't quite make sense of the reference. She could only analyze it matter-of-factly. "So Miss Feifei is reminding me and the Empire that this war isn't over yet? Is that it? Is this what they mean by 'Earthlings never yield'?"
"No. She's just looking for trouble with you, and making a point about the nature of war while she's at it." Yu Lian shrugged. "So, how is Miss Olivia?"
If there was anyone Yu Lian felt a little bad about, it was probably this woman with golden-silver eyes.
Of course, that was purely from a humanitarian perspective.
After all, she was the woman that terrifying "Ghost" had failed to kill twice in a row. Look at it another way, and it might even count as an honor someday.
In any case, these two consecutive attacks hadn't caused much damage, but they had certainly dealt the Empire's upper ranks two hard blows.
They hadn't fully recovered from the shock of the emperor's death and the attack on the imperial capital before reality forced them to face