In the center of the room, there's a table for rituals.
It only has ordinary fruits and vegetables on it, and Florence Locke has some faint sorrow in her eyes: "After all, now that we've come here, many things for the rituals aren't available. As long as we have this intention, I believe the Empress over there can feel it."
The Empress is probably still merrily recruiting male concubines right now.
Thea Shaw silently grumbled in her heart.
"Although I don't know how Master and you ended up in this world, since we came, we should make ourselves comfortable. We mustn't forget our original roots, but should quickly integrate into this world to begin our plans."
Thea Shaw was a bit shocked: "Master, you aren't thinking of restoring the Women's Respect Country, are you? Do you think the two of us have what it takes?"
