Sherman Empire Emperor Star, Imperial Palace module edge where the Archbishop resided.
The Emperor quietly sat on a floating sofa, with several young maids quietly standing behind.
Usually sitting beside the Emperor on important occasions, the Archbishop now stood pale-faced to one side, holding a scepter in her hand.
The crystal on the end of the scepter had been activated, just a few centimeters above the ground, filled with straight grooves.
The Archbishop of an elderly grandmother's generation said tremulously, "Your Majesty... this is forbidden. You should understand that doing this might bring disaster."
"Disaster? What kind of disaster? Can you describe it specifically?"
"Your Majesty, it's just the ancestral teachings."
"You see, are the ancestral teachings necessarily correct? Are your words completely correct?"
The Old Emperor squinted and smiled, speaking gently:
