"Additionally, according to observations and projections." Castorice timely changed the subject:
"There is one final decade left before that Antikytheran named Lycurgus breaks free of his restraints..."
"Oh, got it." Yan Huan's expression turned solemn as well. He had to be fully prepared for the threat of Laigushi.
"Wake me up a year early, nine years from now."
He needed enough time to mobilize Okhema and all its subordinate city-states for the final arrangements, ensuring a guaranteed victory.
Castorice bowed slightly. "As you command, my lord."
Yan Huan lay back down in the Grand Tutor Chair and closed his eyes.
His ninetieth year of slumber began.
Castorice stood quietly at his side, just as she had for the past several decades.
She looked at the basket of crystal flowers beside her, still gleaming with starlight, and smiled faintly.
Nine years later.
Only one year remained before Laigushi broke free of his restraints.
"Partner, wake up~ It's time!"
This time, Cyrene had come to wake Yan Huan.
"?" Yan Huan opened his eyes and stared in surprise at the girl before him, who had not changed at all.
"Friend, ninety-nine years have passed. Why the hell haven't you grown any taller?"
"Huh?" Cyrene froze, then muttered:
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Even after all these years, Aglaea and the others haven't aged. It's perfectly normal that my appearance hasn't changed either."
"Fine. I'm used to it."
Yan Huan got up and scratched his bare ass.
"So where the fuck are my clothes?"
"Miss Xia Die is still on her way. Just wait a little longer," Cyrene explained calmly.
"You know? I feel like a monkey right now."
Yan Huan spread his hands incredulously.
"You're not even embarrassed seeing me without clothes?"
"Um... logically speaking, we're all at least over