Once Duanmu Huai returned to the mothership, he immediately sought out Kukulu.
But, the once lively and adorable girl now looked haggard, as if she had been tortured by hundreds of strong men for days and nights, and was only just rescued.
"Are you okay? Is your body alright? How's your mental state? Still holding up?"
Staring at the girl, Duanmu Huai was momentarily taken aback. As the only and most crucial head of his "military industry sector," Kukulu was in charge of warship maintenance, upkeep, and weapon manufacturing and repair...
"Ah, Sir Knight..."
Kukulu at this moment, was like a nicotine addict deprived of her fix, her hand shaking as she raised a greeting towards him, then sagging down again — a picture of utter dejection.
"I'm fine, just exhausted from reading nonstop, my brain hurts..."
"Eh… I can understand that..."