Lines extend from the trunk and are followed by more lines—the artboard is covered in dense tree lines, some red and some blue. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The creator of this jumble drawing was holding her chin in contemplation, and after a moment, she stood on tiptoe and made a large cross on a red line above the drawing board...... The red lines that run from the trunk have all been crossed, and only a few blue lines remain.

There are countless state-of-the-art electronic devices in the vicinity, but she is still used to using pen and paper.

"Mr. Marshal, please prepare to award the Order of the Highest Honor." Loria threw down her pen and said to the werewolf who was standing aside and glancing at her drawings from time to time, "But the person concerned probably won't care about this honor, so let's give it to the Whispering Coast, a Northdom-class battlecruiser." ”

With that, Loria left, leaving Seaman in doubt, stunned by the many tactical command screens.

The whole fleet has not yet encountered the enemy, why should the precious highest medal be awarded - he has been in office for more than ten years, and has commanded several wars of small scale, and has never issued the highest medal.

In his opinion, there was no man or army worthy of it in the previous battles.

"Your Excellency...... What is that? ”

Several of the lieutenants had been concerned about the strange line drawing for a long time, and it was only after Loria had left that one of them finally asked in a whisper.

"What's that?" Seaman looked at the intricate lines and muttered, "That's our fate." ”

He no longer had any doubts and asked the adjutant to prepare the award papers.

……

A cruising magic ship detected a random teleportation nearby and quickly rushed over, spotting a twenty-year-old advance fleet soldier next to an oasis, and after a brief first aid, a small bright and dazzling ball of light rose in the distance as the magicians lifted her onto the ship.

The war ended inexplicably before the fleet found the main nest of the insects.

At a simple award ceremony, a fish-man cried in a selfless and ugly voice holding the improvised Medal of Honor...... He wept with joy.

Being deducted from a year's salary was nothing, and he decided to spray-paint the head of a disobedient middle-aged ace pilot in a prominent position on his battleship.

After asking a passing logistics officer for a female soldier's uniform, Loria returned to the room on the flagship that had been specially prepared for her.

She filled the bathtub in the separate bathroom, folded her towels and clothes aside, and walked out of the misty bathroom.

When she locked the door with her backhand, she paused a little and said, "Congratulations, I lived to be thirty-eight years old this time." ”

The door lock makes a slight click.

In what should have been an empty bathroom, Vanilla stretched out in the wide bathtub, and it was more than half an hour before she lazily climbed out of the bathtub.

Wiping the mist from the mirror with her hands, she saw the young face that belonged to the girl.

How many times has this been?

She had long forgotten.

Putting on the brand-new uniform, she pinched her crisp cuffs and sighed—it fit like this.

And when Vanilla walked out of the bathroom, she found some identification and power of attorney documents on the desk in the delicate room, all of which had been filled out and signed with Loria's name signed.

Vanilla picked up the pen on the table, and after a little thought, filled the few empty slots.

"Vanilla, human, female, eighteen years old."

"New Steinbled Flower Sea District Maintenance Office, First Class Horticulturist."

"Guarantee and contact person, hmm...... Loria? Rocka Shanny? Hillsbrad? Octavia? Scarlett ...... It's so long! In short, your Queen! ”

I'm tired of jerking off, so let's plant flowers this time.

……

After much haggling and bickering, the Astral Envoy made a deal with the council of the Azeroth Commonwealth.

Draenor will build a new industrial zone that will produce 6,000 dragon knight mechanical exoskeletons and 30 aircraft carriers for the Star Spirits within 10 years...... Naturally, no matter the details, the Star Spirit wants to provide a full set of relevant technologies.

In order to reclaim their homeland, the Star Spirit has exchanged technology for many war materials...... These two civilizations, which have met since ancient times, have a great deal of trust in each other.

A month later, the capital of the empire, Keha.

The wars that took place in the remote sectors are now widely known...... Of course, the empire has press control, but the images brought back by the reporters in question are still transmitted to every display screen in the empire.

The power of that distant planet called Azeroth was so powerful that it could easily crush the insects...... If the Emperor were to go to war against Azeroth, everyone would suspect that the Emperor's brain was in water.

On the other hand, the Empire's search for that or those spies who hacked the Empire's communications networks is still making no progress, and they have arrested many people, but there is no conclusive evidence.

Chestnut returned to her home in Keha, and now even a native of the imperial capital like her was being interrogated...... Simply because her profession has something to do with communication networks.

"These idiots."

She muttered quietly and checked her room...... No one had ever been here, and the Emperor's secret police were probably just routine, so who would spend a lot of manpower on a local like her, who had an innocent resume?

Her family had settled here for generations since the early days of the Federation, and had never even visited a nearby planet, let alone been in contact with anyone from unknown sources.

"It's okay to find something."

Chestnut complained, came to the bathroom, today's campus life was all ruined, she was interrogated all day, and it turned out to be boring questions.

After washing her face a little, she looked in the mirror and was stunned, and at the end, she smiled at the corners of her mouth and silently recited in her heart.

May the Light be with Azeroth...... For the sake of the hometown! For Her Majesty!

……

As they approached the base of the Draenor fleet, the blue planet appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The people laughed happily as they once again secured it...... The Prophet has revealed the reason for this operation - the advancing insects will attract some humanist 'terrorist', he will attract the Empire, and perhaps even the radical sect of the Star Spirits.

Azeroth certainly has the power to repel any invaders, but a melee on home soil will always take an incalculable cost.

Anyway, everyone believed, and no one doubted the prophet's words.

Loria, who was wearing pajamas, hugged her pillow and squinted her eyes, she had just woken up and received the news of her home, and she was in a good mood.

After changing your clothes, you can just send your child home.

Just as she was about to do so, she was suddenly stunned, and then she couldn't help but smile.

She sensed a weak force tugging at her...... Almost to the point of being imperceptible.

The day was too late...... Loria smiled and closed her eyes, following the pull of the force, and disappeared into the room.

……

A group of Eternal Dragons ran towards her, but she just smiled and said to the young girl who looked exactly like her:

"Hello, past me."

"Summoning twice at random, only to be in pajamas and hugging a pillow? Have I loved sleep so much in the past and in the future? (To be continued.) )