Welt, a man wholly dedicated to humanity's cause.
Tesla, an eccentric, impulsive woman with a lobster-shaped hair accessory, whose scientific experiments often ended in explosions.
In short, from an outsider's perspective, both seemed unlikely candidates for romance.
However, to keen observers like Zeke, Einstein, Bronya, and others, their romantic connection was quite evident. The only drawback was that the progress of their relationship had slowed so much that no one dared to anticipate it anymore—much like how readers lose interest in a story due to an author's excruciatingly slow updates.
Upon seeing the document, Zeke immediately checked Bronya's special weapons arsenal, focusing primarily on the movement of a particular forbidden substance.
Hmm, mainly because Mobius had requested a large batch before. Given her curious nature, she undoubtedly wanted to study this drug, even MANTIS operatives and Herrschers couldn't resist its effects.
Additionally... there was a recent unusual transfer of merit points from Dr. Einstein directly into Mobius's account.
Zeke stroked his chin and nodded.
Excellent, he now had a clear grasp of the unfolding narrative.
The next day, while deeply engrossed in planning his annual work agenda, Welt received a summons to the audience hall.
Upon entering, he found not only Zeke seated on the throne but also Kiana, Fu Hua, Bronya, and Sin—the four imperial consorts—standing behind him. Recently, these beloved wives had increasingly enjoyed spectating dramatic events, and as a devoted husband, how could Zeke let them miss such entertainment?
As Welt stepped inside, the golden hall's lighting suddenly dimmed.
In the hazy darkness, Zeke held a stemmed wine glass while Bronya slowly poured red wine into it. Amidst the gentle sound of liquid flowing, Zeke leaned back with legs crossed, speaking in a low voice:
"I've seen your vacation request. So, what is it you want me to do for you?"
Welt was momentarily taken aback.
The deliberately crafted somber atmosphere disrupted his focused thoughts, leaving his mind slightly disoriented. However, he quickly regained his composure, scratching his face awkwardly, and said:
"Just... help approve my request, please. And during my absence, I'd appreciate if you could oversee my duties."
"Sorry, I can't grant that."
"Huh?"
"We've known each other for many years, and this is the first time you've come to me seeking help. I can't even recall when was the last occasion you invited me for tea. Moreover, my wife is the beloved daughter of your dear friend. Let me be frank with you! You only see me as a tool to bolster your rule, never desiring our friendship, and you fear owing me any favors." Zeke raised his glass of red wine, speaking in a low, cold tone.
Confused, Welt hastily tried to clarify, "Zeke, it's not like that; I didn't mean it!"
"I understand. In the Empire, you've gained prestige. You have the freedom to pursue your desired work, enjoy a comfortable life, surrounded by like-minded friends and subordinates. You don't need a friend like me. But... now you come here saying, 'Your Majesty, please keep an eye on my duties while I'm getting married'?"
Welt fell silent.
"What have I done to deserve such disrespect from you? If you approached me as a friend, approving your honeymoon leave would be immediate, and fulfilling honest needs like yours would be my obligation. However, you show no respect towards me, treating me not as a friend but even hesitating to express gratitude face-to-face—'Thank you, Master Zeke, for the potent medicine'!"
"I shouldn't have come today!"
Amid Zeke's enigmatic smile and the giggles of the four girls, Welt covered his face with embarrassment and sighed deeply.
As an elderly statesman nearing old age, Old Yang valued his reputation greatly. With this embarrassing secret exposed before Kiana and the younger generation, he felt utterly humiliated.
Welt kept his face hidden, shaking his head dejectedly.
"Joke aside, can I still request time off?"
"Certainly. You've always been deeply committed to creating a better world, working tirelessly for years without rest. Requesting half a year off now demonstrates your dedication to Dr. Tesla's cause. Therefore, you shall receive every day you asked for."
Zeke chuckled softly, his words delivered elegantly amidst the brightening light of the gold palace as he held a glass of red wine.
Welt breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly, he was still feeling quite embarrassed, but Zeke's generous approval touched him deeply.
Then, Zeke set down his wineglass, interlaced his fingers, and said:
"While Bronya serves as my eyes within the ruling circle and provides a convenient channel for communication between us, her influence and perspective are limited; she cannot assume a central role. In reality, you lead this group. After all, Dr. Ein is your long-time partner, and Durandal and Chen Tianwu respect you as their senior colleague—they all defer to you."
"I must admit, there are many aspects where they surpass me."
"No need for excessive modesty. In numerous contentious decisions, your judgments often gain consensus across the circle, and I too acknowledge your consistent work. However, precisely because of this, your absence will significantly impact the decision-making structure—please consider carefully: Is there anyone who could temporarily replace you?"
"I have pondered this question as well. If it's merely about overseeing ideological development and discipline, Ryoma should be capable. But when it comes to making definitive calls on controversial issues... after much thought, I fear that during these next six months, only you can shoulder this burden," Welt replied with a slightly furrowed brow, his serious expression indicating deep contemplation.
Naturally, this conclusion was accurate, earning an internal nod from Zeke.
However, moments later, Zeke shook his head and said, "My student Chen Tianwu, always complaining about workload yet fiercely protective of his sister, along with Durandal, could seize this opportunity for further growth."
"What do you mean?"
"Chen Tianwu has been involved in various aspects of administration and achieved commendable results so far, demonstrating his capabilities. Unfortunately, he lacks the ambition to independently wield significant authority. Durandal may have some shortcomings, but these can be compensated for by her subordinates. What's crucial is that she is diligent, responsible, and possesses the courage to shoulder heavy responsibilities. Since you're leaving, let them try taking over your duties. The Empire is growing, and our governing power must not stagnate."
"Agreed. With you overseeing things, it would indeed be beneficial for them to gain experience," Zeke concurred.
With the critical matter settled, Welt noticed Zeke merely smiling enigmatically at him without further comment. Unable to withstand this scrutiny, he hastily took his leave.
In the audience hall, bursts of laughter—both unrestrained and subdued—from the girls echoed throughout the chamber.
"Hahaha! Can't believe...believe they were drugged! Hahaha!"
"Heh heh! Bronya deserves all the credit; we'll definitely need big red envelopes from Dr. Tesla later!"
"Pfft! You two, that's enough already. This is such a rare occasion; don't spoil their honeymoon..." Another stifled laugh followed.
Everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing at this extraordinary spectacle.
Zeke had anticipated this scene, yet even he found himself grinning amidst the joyous laughter of his wives.
Subsequently, Zeke opened the calendar interface, counting the days of Welt's absence, gradually becoming thoughtful.
The New Year celebrations and the grand wedding of Welt and Tesla need no detailed description.
In summary, Tesla's comedic nature was fully on display that day, repeatedly plunging the groom into awkwardness and eliciting laughter from the spectators aplenty.
However, after concluding his bittersweet honeymoon filled with both joy and frustration, Welt gathered himself, brimming with determination, and stepped into the Imperial City's audience hall. To his surprise, he found the throne empty.
"Out traveling, do not disturb."
-Zeke
A white paper with these words was affixed to the throne. Confused, Welt approached, picked up the note, and meticulously examined it several times.
Gradually, his eyes widened, and he tilted his head in bewilderment.
"Huh??"