Just as the emotional reunion of Zestia's parents concluded, Neo received news of the arrival of two more people.
"Send them in."
Soon, a little girl and an old man entered the room.
The little girl had radiant silver hair.
They were little Stella and Old Man Dorok.
Old man Dorok walked hesitantly. Beside him, little Stella clutched his calloused hand, her bright silver hair bouncing lightly with each step.
Unlike her grandfather, Stella was not intimidated by the glowing cosmic lines or the heavy aura of the Zenith Imperial guards standing by the walls.
Her large, bright eyes entirely focused on the man in black armor.
"Big brother Neo! I have finally met you," Stella cheered innocently.
Dorok frantically tried to pull her back, his face turning pale with absolute terror.
"Hush, child! He is the Emperor now. You cannot address him so casually."
Neo smiled after seeing them.
