Avalon should indeed be a world unto itself, and the King of Dai Mao should naturally come with a built-in enemy-seeking antenna; both these facts should be etched onto the World Tree as fundamental truths, as I've always advocated.
No matter how bustling and lively it gets outside, I've never opened Avalon, which is just a "wall" away from Shadow City, to transmigrators. Even when the market outside is jam-packed with smugglers like a farmer's market, the ultimate sanctuary of the Empire remains as serene as Alaya's silly, dozing face.
That girl's naturally dopey look has become an adjective in its own right.
"Ugh, Lord Brother is being mean."
It looks like a certain dopey Angel Sister by my side is still feeling wronged. Is it because she got hit by a stray shot while lying down?
"Alright, alright, it was just a joke. Alaya's feathers are my treasure; I absolutely won't let you pluck them, okay?"
