The latest alliance contract of the five most recent small countries has already been placed at the corner of Edwan's desk.
This time they've learned their lesson and will announce it publicly instead of holding a signing ceremony.
"Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest."
A gentle reminder came from Miss Guina standing by.
"Okay."
Edwan lifted his head, stretched his neck a few times, stopped going through the documents, and leaned back in his chair.
Guina took the initiative to step forward to massage Edwan's sore neck.
"Is everything going smoothly on your boss's side?" Edwan suddenly asked.
"Smoothly," Guina said softly, her long hair cascading down her sides, "The situation around the boss is relatively good, and the fallout from the incident of insulting the Emperor on Emperor Star has subsided. Although the Emperor still does not want to see our boss, the royal family controlling various resources of the Empire is treating the boss quite fairly."
