"I hope the spare organs are ready, Mary."
"They are ready. Ms. Maya Hansen personally selected every spare organ from the cultivation chambers." After all these years, Mary, High Priest of the Druid Order of Sola Red Forest, was still the same blonde girl wearing thick beer-bottle glasses. But arduous labor and vast knowledge had stripped away the restlessness caused by excessive hormones, turning her calm, steady, intelligent, and loyal—the sort of person the Emperor needed. Not everyone in the Order could endure such an isolated and tedious life. After all, the Order had been in decline back then, and only a few were truly willing to devote themselves entirely to the Path of Arcane. Therefore, Mary had been forced to personally execute the rebels before making her report. "We conducted experiments with the samples Supiluliumas left behind. Your design is exceptional. The alchemy within the Praetorian Guard's cells allows the spare organs to become their true organs."
The Emperor nodded, indicating that she should stop talking.
Mary shut her mouth.
She had said too much, and much of it was information the Emperor already knew. She knew that if she could not restrain her feelings of Adoration, the Emperor would remove her from her current post, because He had no need for someone who could not remain calm. "I need you to monitor Supiluliumas's vital signs, Mary." The High Priest of the Druid Order of Sola Red Forest looked up and saw the Emperor's weary eyes behind his transparent goggles. The sterilized automatic surgical microscope receiver was fitted over his eyepieces, while disinfectant ointment served as lubricant on the precise brass gears. "Of everyone here, only you can serve as Supiluliumas's anesthesiologist."
"I will." Mary nodded. "The meningeal anesthesia is ready. I still need to calculate some data."
"Finish