"Do you think I'm a qualified Emperor or not?"
I curiously looked at Orelia's blurred face and suddenly wanted to know what kind of image I, an unprecedented special Monarch, had in the mind of this Imperial Commander who still maintained a hundred percent of the old Apostle thoughts.
"As a subordinate, I am not supposed to evaluate the Monarch," Orelia said without hesitation, saying nothing unexpected to me, "Questioning a Monarch's actions or command qualifications is the greatest taboo, which would seriously weaken the Empire's cohesion and leave hidden dangers."
"Don't be so formal, you need to get used to the new Empire's atmosphere," I laughed, leaning against the railing on the balcony, absentmindedly grooming Alaya's feathers, "From an outsider's perspective, how do you think I'm doing as an Emperor? You also know what I've been doing these past few years."
