Ruth Court.
"What's wrong, Sis?" Shakima asked.
"It's nothing." Sharuth looked at the message.
"It can't be him again, right?" Shakima asked.
Sharuth nodded.
"No, Sis, do you like him?" Shakima was confused. "He's just a two-winged Undying. Is he worth your condescension to recruit him?"
"It's worth it. Father's judgment is never wrong," Sharuth said without hesitation.
"Alright then..." Shakima was speechless. "So, Sis, you're recruiting him to join the Sille Little King Corps?"
"Yes," Sharuth replied.
"And he rejected such a generous offer?" Shakima couldn't help but complain. "Sis, your Sille Little King Corps is an elite King Corps! The commanders of the five legions are all eight-winged Sovereign Venerates. Even the most ordinary heavenly warriors have six-winged dimension lord combat prowess! He's just an Undying, so where does his confidence come from?"
