Even if Byron became the [Human Emperor], it would not change the [Myriad Wings Angel] or the [Holy Spirit] one bit.
His sister, Catherine, is the fundamental anchor of his humanity, rather than anything bloodthirsty.
No matter how high he stands, she's still the one who dares to pull him aside for a good scolding, and his instinct doesn't allow him to fight back.
Even their absentee mother, Heather, couldn't replace Catherine's position.
Coincidentally, Violet has been preoccupied with matters concerning the Dreadnought Fleet, eating and resting at the Golden Mist Palace, leaving just the two of them here.
It's like they returned to their childhood, chatting idly.
"Sister, another month has passed, the grain on Yucatan Island should have matured again, right? Paying five Copper Ful for a standard Ful bread is still too expensive.
It needs to drop below two Ful before winter."
"Rest assured, the grain already set off from the International Port yesterday.
