"Nothing. I just admire Lord Beerus a little," Son Gohan said.
Beerus: ???
Admire me? What the hell? Where did that come from?
Just then, Belmod called out, "Come now, don't just stand around. Sit down and talk. You're making it look as though Universe 11 doesn't have any chairs."
Belmod pointed at the sofa opposite him, then ordered the two maids beside him, "Go on, go give Lord Beerus a massage."
"Yes, my lord." The two beautiful maids rose to attend to Beerus.
Beerus's face turned green. "Get lost, both of you! I don't need that!" he snapped.
"Uh..." The two maids looked at Belmod awkwardly.
Belmod laughed heartily. "Hahaha! Since Lord Beerus isn't interested in you, you may leave. Go wash some fruit and bring it over instead."
"Yes, Lord Belmod." The two pretty maids respectfully withdrew.
Son Gohan and Beerus sat down on the sofa.
Belmod also straightened up in his seat.
Meanwhile, Whis walked over to Marcarita and spoke quietly with her.
Belmod studied Son Gohan closely.
Son Gohan had left a profound impression on him, having shone so brilliantly during the Tournament of Power.
In the end, he had outclassed everyone, defeated Jiren, and led Universe 7 to first place.
Of course, it was also thanks to him that the destroyed universes had been restored.
One could say that all the erased universes owed Son Gohan a debt.
But what exactly had they come to Universe 11 for?
"Are you... just here for a visit?" Belmod asked tentatively.
Beerus said nothing. He folded his arms across his chest and waited for the two maids to bring the fruit.
He remembered that Belmod had just sent them to wash some.
Son Gohan couldn't be bothered to beat around the bush. He went straight to the point.