"Emilia? Which Emilia? Any woman from the Emilus family can be called Emilia."
Yulia lay in the bathroom with a face mask on, having an all-around flawless essential oil SPA done by the equally slick Dance Spirit.
"Uh, the one who was the Knight Commander's steward for your ex-ex...uh, former Prince. Thanks."
Li Pan took the juice brought by Dance Spirit and declined the invitation to join the SPA,
"Aren't you planning a political donation? I got it for you, but the amount is so big we'll need someone like her, a financial expert, to help with some tax issues. Can you lift her warrant to have her work for me? If not, just orchestrate a defection or something..."
"Such a trivial matter, and you had to come while I'm doing my beauty treatment,"
Yulia turned over, sipping the blood wine fed by Dance Spirit,
"Go find the confidential secretary and ask for twenty blank pardon orders, fill them in yourself. Oh, by the way, do you want to become a Legatus?"
"Legatus?"
