"Welcome back, bro."
After leaving Veronica's room, Greg headed back to his dorm, his steps so light he felt as though he were walking on clouds.
Little Greg's return today had made him extraordinarily happy. The joy of recovering what he had lost was simply beyond words.
He had even given it a test run today, and everything worked properly. That meant he would have a chance to undertake a real Cave Exploration Mission in the future.
Of course, resolving one of his lingering worries today had made him happy, but he hadn't forgotten that his main reason for returning to the Magic Tower was to rest.
After all, he had spent the past few days working like a pack mule, hauling stones, clearing rubble, and patching walls. The exhaustion had long since piled up.
And today, he had been thoroughly milked dry, leaving him feeling completely hollowed out.
At the thought of having to go back to being a pack mule tomorrow, Greg decided that staying alive came first. He needed to get back to his dorm and lie down right away.
But as he walked along the Magic Tower's corridor and rounded a corner, he came face-to-face with a familiar figure: Sarah, the Third Imperial Princess.
She was carrying a huge stack of documents that nearly blocked her vision, forcing her to peek around the side to see where she was going.
Greg recalled that, with Crown Prince Finn dead, one of the imperial princesses would probably inherit the Throne.
To familiarize themselves with politics, several of the imperial princesses had begun taking responsibility for some of the Reconstruction Planning for the Empire Streets. This was also their first step into government affairs.
Since Sarah had helped him last time, Greg took the initiative to greet her:
"Princess