"Gym battle tournaments jointly held across the various planets of the Kingdom of Locke must be further standardized, and efforts against the black market trafficking and poaching of Soul Beasts a thousand years old or younger for wild game must be intensified."
Toriya Rus still sat on the throne as regent. She had held the position of Imperial Princess Regent for a thousand years, overseeing the general development of the interstellar empire.
Her grandfather, Rus Wang, had completely let go of his duties. At most, he returned to Douluo Planet every New Year to deliver a New Year's address.
It could be said that Toriya Rus was the empire's true owner now. Yet she had little desire for it. She would rather go adventuring through other planes with her college companions who had already become gods.
Toriya's entire imperial family within five degrees of kinship, aside from her grandfather who had founded the nation, from her parents to her younger relatives, whether Dragon Race or Dragonkin, all felt that the imperial throne had nothing to do with their professional pursuits and did not suit them. They either ran off at top speed or regarded it as a cage.
"Damn it, these little brats are openly making me, their senior, shoulder this mountain of paperwork, aren't they?"
Whenever Toriya held a meeting of the empire's upper echelon, as long as the other officials had yet to enter the palace conference room and take their seats, her resentment was practically visible.
"Does anyone have anything else to add?"
Under the new ten-year development plan for the Locke Empire, every region displayed an atmosphere of peace and harmony.
Yet even though faster-than-light spacecraft had reduced geographical isolation, in the empire's remote corners, distance inevitably gave people below room to commit evil deeds and