One day.
In a room.
A woman slowly wakes up from her deep sleep...
Looking at the white dome of the room, after waking up for a long time, she finally let out a helpless sigh.
"...The clone was destroyed."
Ding——!
At this moment, a mechanical sound was heard.
The white door opened, and a maid walked in. She came straight to her side and saluted:
"Miss Traya, are you awake?"
"... ...Um."
Traya nodded slightly and sat up.
Bang!
The maid snapped her fingers.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Dozens of small machines flew out of her pocket and began to help Traya tidy up her appearance.
Traya was accepting the machine's arrangement and asked casually:
"Has anything happened during this time?"
"Miss, there's nothing special going on. Everything is normal within the empire, except..."
"Just what?"
"...It's just that the master has contacted you many times, requesting you to attend some noble banquets, but because you were immersed in... deep sleep, all attempts were automatically rejected."
"Really? Then he must be very angry~."
When Traya heard this, she was not worried at all. Instead, she smiled happily.
In response, the maid just looked expressionless, as if she saw nothing.
Swish!
Just at this moment, a contact came in.
Looking at the interface that popped up in front of him and the contacts displayed on it, Traya raised an eyebrow, hesitating whether to refuse.
Before she could hang up, the other party used higher authority to forcibly connect the call.
"I know you're awake, Traya. Don't think you can pretend to be asleep and refuse to answer my calls—"
The moment the call was connected, a dissatisfied voice came from the other end.
“… …”
Traya looked helpless and could only accept the other party's scolding silently.
"... Look at you. Do you even remember who you are? While other outstanding noble heirs are actively networking and establishing connections, you're holed up at home all day, playing that stupid creative game."
“… …”
"...it's not a stupid game."
Traya grumbled softly.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, it's just... that's not a game."
"The people there may indeed be weak... but their efforts for the future, and the civilizations they've created with their own wisdom, are truly remarkable to me. Isn't it a bit too much to just dismiss them as a game?"
"You, you..."
The people on the other side were very angry.
"Traya! Do you still have any sense of being an imperial noble?"
"You're a noble from the most powerful magical nation in the universe—the Banrol Empire! What's the point of being worshipped as a god by a native planet like that? Will it even have the slightest impact on your influence among the imperial nobility?"
"Do you know what those noble descendants are saying about you now? You are really becoming more and more outrageous. You didn't even say hello to me, your father, just now!"
Seemingly unwilling to say more, the man on the other side, Traya's father, snorted coldly and said:
"Hmph, Traya, listen up! Our great Emperor will be holding a royal banquet soon. The usual ones are fine, but as a member of the imperial nobility, you must be present this time! Remember, you must—!"
Swish!
The communication was disconnected.
“… …”
Traya looked at the interface where the figure was no longer there and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally left."
“… …”
The maid continued to stand by, helping Traya with her appearance, and ignored her words.
Not long.
"Miss, it's sorted."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The maid calmly put all the machines back into her pocket and stood quietly aside.
Traya glanced at her own image reflected in the interface, then stood up and walked towards the center of the room. As she passed the maid, she spoke:
“The styling level has improved this time.”
"...Thank you for your compliment."
The maid bowed silently and followed behind silently.
Not long.
Traya came to the center of the room, where there was a small glowing ball hanging in the air.
Looking at the small ball in front of him, a trace of worry flashed in Traya's eyes.
"I didn't expect that we would be invaded by the demon god from the demon world..."
She reached out and took the ball down.
He turned with it and walked towards a glowing pool in the corner of the room, then gently placed the small ball in the pool.
After entering the pool, the ball did not sink but hovered above the water.
Traya said to herself:
"Fortunately, Himlier's soul will be intercepted here by the arrangements made in advance. If it went to the underworld, it would be in big trouble..."
After saying that, she stretched out a finger and gently tapped the sphere.
Five souls flew out and, pulled by her, fell into the pool below.
Traya pondered as he looked at the five unconscious souls floating in the pool.
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