The next morning.
The ceremony for the founding of the Sherman Empire proceeded as planned.
Levi, with a slightly weary smile, sat at the control station, watching the cheering and parading crowds, and the ships slowly sailing across the blue sky.
This scene's name was also quite fitting.
"Cost."
...
"Sigh."
Yang Ming leaned back on the single-seater sofa in the dormitory.
Coincidentally, nobody had turned on the lights, and the entire suite was dark, with only the toe indicator light of the Mechanical Maid in the adjoining kitchen blinking gently.
Yang Ming's mind was inexplicably complex.
He had already watched sixty percent of the scene and could continue watching for a while, but the segment about Levi establishing the Sherman Empire impacted him the most.
Cruel as Levi was, he couldn't completely let go of familial ties.
