Hearing the Golden Sisters' answer, Kilman's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.
For these Golden Sisters, whose hearts held only the great Human Emperor and had no room for anyone else,
anyone who helped the Human Emperor's Holy Son was naturally a loyal servant of the great Human Emperor.
Beside him, Nine Blades looked at Kilman's calm face with a hint of approval.
His Highness the Holy Son had grown at an extraordinary pace.
The last time Kilman had faced the interstellar lords and the Six Saints, he had been impatient, with every feeling plain on his face.
This time, he was far calmer and steadier. He made no attempt to correct them or explain.
Nine Blades knew exactly why: Kilman wanted to raise Horus's standing within the empire.
His Highness, loyal and grateful as he was, wanted to repay his benefactor.
He also hoped to gain the man's abilities, along with the forces and resources under his command.
Nine Blades had no objection to that.
He knew how important and useful the power in the man's bloodline was.
Even across tens of millions of light-years,
he had managed to rescue these stranded Golden Sisters with astonishing precision.
That alone proved his ability and skill.
More importantly, even at such a distance, the man had loyal subordinates here.
With that thought, Nine Blades turned toward the Mortals nearby, each bearing different injuries.
"Hm? The Mist Sage's hazy technology?"
The moment he saw their bodies, Nine Blades spotted something unusual.
"Su Yi Horus has ties to the Mist Sage?"
As one of the guards who had served directly beside the Human Emperor, he knew a great deal.
The technology used by the Human Emperor Heavenly Soldiers had depended on the Mist Sage's support.
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