Jian's figure silently appeared beside Hathaway.
"Your Majesty."
Seeing the respectful expression on the Master of the Holy Sword, Hathaway gave a slight nod.
"How do you feel?"
Jian's expression was solemn. "I underestimated him."
If she had gone all-out from the very beginning, perhaps the result would have been different.
Of course, that was merely her own speculation.
Hearing her answer, Hathaway shook her head.
"I wanted you to understand that the Starsea is boundless. The one thing it never lacks… is geniuses.
When you believe you've reached the peak of the mountain, you forget that above the clouds lies an even higher sky."
Jian fell silent.
She had understood this truth long ago.
What is a genius?
There was a time she believed the word was crafted for her alone.
Until she met Hathaway…
Before that absolute power and talent, the so-called title of "genius" appeared pale and fragile.
Could there truly be someone stronger than Her Majesty the Empress?
