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"Queen, this time I'm going back to Home Planet, and I probably won't be able to see you for quite a while."
"That's alright, Liendel. I can take care of myself."
However, Liendel shook his head. "This isn't about whether you can take care of yourself. Regardless, I wish I could always be by your side."
Liendel's sincere words and the golden light in his eyes made Laya feel a lump in her throat.
She forced herself to suppress the emotion and put on an even brighter smile.
"Then please take care of things over there quickly and come find me soon. I miss the times when you were by my side."
The golden eyes on the other side of the screen sparkled even more.
Hearing Queen admit that she missed him filled him with energy; he couldn't wait to settle everything on Home Planet and rush to find her.
The smile on Queen's face was like the sweetest pastry, radiating an enticing sweetness.
"Don't worry, my Queen. I will not let you down and will return to your side as soon as possible."
Laya's eyes sparkled, but then she suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, Liendel, how much do you need to compensate for the damage you caused at Celestial Palace Star?"
As she thought of the ruins scattered all around, her heart ached to the point of breathlessness. Was she really about to bear the first debt of her life? But Liendel was her family, and she was willing to share the burden of compensation with him.
Liendel was taken aback. He wanted to say that he had never compensated anyone for damage done on their territory, but he realized that the Queen would likely not agree with such a robber's mentality.
In the end, he could only grit his teeth and say, "I will transfer the money from my personal account to the person in charge of the new government. Please rest assured, Queen. We will soon be making a spatial jump to Home Planet, so I must end this video call for now, but I will contact you again as soon as I have time."
Seeing the projection suddenly disappear before her eyes, Laya could only shake her head helplessly. She had already said that Liendel was never her subordinate; he was her family.
At that moment, the Starship began to descend gradually under the remote command of the ground control center, heading towards a colorful planet.
This was the brightest jewel in the Human Federation Central Galaxy: Capital Star.
Soon, Laya and her companions arrived at the military academy. Laya walked briskly into a courtyard where there stood a two-story building primarily gray in color, which had been specially arranged for her and Shirian.
Arriving at Central Military Academy proved to be a correct decision. Not only did it offer intense military training to enhance physical fitness, but it also allowed her to make many good friends; everything was getting better and better.
After tidying up briefly, she ascended to the second floor.
There were two bedrooms on the second floor, one of which had its door tightly shut. She could sense Shirian's mental fluctuations but hesitated for a moment before ultimately deciding not to knock and instead entered her own room.
Behind the door, a blond boy sat expressionlessly playing with a glass marble. After she left the doorway, he seemed to suddenly lose focus, and the marble fell directly to the ground.
From the moment Laya stepped into that house, he had been unconsciously listening for any sound she made.
"Did something happy happen to Queen while she was outside? She seems to be in a good mood. Just now, when she passed by my door, I clearly heard her, so why didn't she knock?"
Speaking of which, Queen has done a great job of keeping her distance as requested.
Shirian is not a fool; he knows that no one likes to be insulted. His terrible attitude towards Queen certainly wouldn't win him any affection, yet why does he feel a bit disappointed?
Selfish guy.
His golden pupils clouded over with a mist as he viciously dug his fingers into the wound. He carelessly tore away some bits of flesh from the injury; this level of self-harm was routine for him. The pain brought him a sense of clarity and reminded him that he was alive.
He just wanted to be alone in silence, needing no one, especially not Queen.
He tried to calm himself down, but his breath only grew more erratic.
In the depths of his mind, unseen by anyone, countless dark threads were multiplying wildly, fueled by his negative energy, gradually enveloping his mental core.
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