The early morning sun shines through the round window at the top of the palace and, after a few refractions, illuminates the dome encrusted with colored hedrons.

Amazingly, the dome in the daytime turns into a colorful starry sky, and the windows set off resemble the full moon in the middle palace.

It was a palace known to the townspeople as the 'Moon God', and it was also a gift from the Precursors to their queen.

Its owner, Mia, woke up from her meditation and walked slowly out of the palace, standing in the hallway outside.

A swift morning breeze swept through Mia's hair and the translucent nightgown, woven from the silk of the ghost spiders of the Miasma Mountains, almost the best fabric in the world, tough, light and thin like a cicada's wings, like her second skin.

Standing here, Mia could see the blue clouds and the rolling peaks of the mountains. And at the foot is the magnificent main city of mankind.

Looking down, the busy green figure is like a swarm of tireless ants, constantly repairing and expanding the main city they call 'Gaia'.

In Mia's opinion, this is simply stupid. Humanity should focus more on the growth of its own power than on the size of cities.

Perhaps some of these wise people will raise their heads and look up at this towering temple of the moon god and look up at the vast cosmic starry sky.

There are even some nostalgic people, trying to recreate their former glory, painstakingly creating some clever, cumbersome equipment, trying to get into the ground with foreign objects.

But what's the use? Their lives are still a short hundred years, and his vision is inherently short-sighted. Just like an ant, whether it is standing on the top of a mountain or landing at the bottom of a valley, the scenery in front of it is always like a fly's head. The only difference is to see dirt or fallen leaves.

Unlike himself, he is more than 140 years old, and he still has a perfectly maintained body and a young heart.

……

The sound of footsteps in the hallway interrupted Mia's musings, and she knew that it was Aemon who had arrived, the attendant who had been allowed to come directly to the Queen's bedchamber, and the only old man who had grown up with Mia.

The rest of his peers were dead—on the battlefield or in a hospital bed, and Aemon was already dying, looking weak and burping at any moment.

If it weren't for Mia's reckless spell to strengthen his body, perhaps Emmon would have turned into a handful of dirt long ago.

The process of reinforcement was simple, as she had done to her eleven daughters, reaching out and touching each other's bodies—preferably on the foreheads, to make them feel their motherly "love."

Then there will be some slight changes in the body of the "children", maybe the skin color, maybe the hair type. But in the end, they all returned to normal.

Even Mia herself didn't know how she had learned all this, she had thought it was an epiphany after contemplation. But now, more and more, she feels like she's just following her heart, or it's an instinct.

Like her eleven daughters, Mia never taught them how to do it, so they naturally did the same thing, conveying their "love" to their people and making them rally around them.

……

"Your Majesty!" The senile Aemon came behind him and bowed respectfully.

"Well, my child." Mia slowly turned around and stared at Aemon. She noticed that Ammon had a cane in his hand, and thought to herself that he was almost there, but he was still barely surviving with her help.

This made Mia irritated for a while, thinking that when Aemon died, she would be the only one left among her playmates.

Mia's salutation made Eamon's body shake a few times, and he said in a deep voice: "Dear Your Majesty, your eldest daughter Ina has suggested that the delivery time for pregnant women be changed from five months to four and a half months, so that they can ...... faster."

Mia raised her hand to stop Aemon's careful nagging and asked bluntly, "What about the doctors?" Can they afford to take care of such a weak life? ”

"Princess Ina has already sent someone to try it, and at present, the doctors have mature experience and technical conditions, and those nutritionists have already concocted ......."

"Let's do it!" Ina nodded and agreed to the offer brought by Emon, the eldest daughter, Ina.

Given the order, Mia turned and walked towards the Moon God's palace, accustomed to quiet meditation before noon.

Many years ago, she felt a call from the depths of her mind in her meditation. Now, as her strength grew, she could clearly feel that powerful, loving call.

"Like a majestic father...... Mia thought as she imagined in her mind the appearance of the voice of the Lord, a tall, strong human figure.

But she shook her head again, thinking to herself, how was that possible? His father died young. Moreover, how could he have that kind of powerful power, to be able to penetrate his voice into his heart

The one who can do this must be the supreme - the gods!

And listening to God's instructions is now Mia's most important and longing thing.

"Your Majesty!" Elder Aemon's voice rang out again.

Mia stopped, frowning disapprovingly. She had told Aemon to report to her only one of the most important things. The rest of the chores are taken care of by her eldest daughter, Ina.

"I beg your pardon for my presumptuousness, Your Majesty. It's been a long time since the ruling officials have heard of your judgment, and the twelve princesses are eager to hear your teachings! Ammon bowed his head more humbly, the long years that had ravaged his body and taught him how to live out his old age in peace.

"Is anyone resentful about this?!" Mia looked back at Aemon. Both of them have reached the age of not being able to do anything, but Mia can easily see through this old companion, and can also feel the fear and dependence in his heart. Just because he is his own "child".

Mia turned, grabbed the Sunstrider, her favorite weapon, from the rack in the corner, and placed a slender arrow on the bowstring.

"Let this sharp arrow preside over today's meeting in my place!" Mia slowly closed her eyes.

Her consciousness penetrated the obscurations of her eyelids, like the omnipotent radio waves advocated by the old-fashioned scholars, and instantly crossed a distance of thousands of meters, bypassed all obstacles, and sensed the things in the council chamber.

She "saw" that her eldest daughter, Ina, who was most enthusiastic about political affairs, was confronting a man in black armor. The man "looked" excellent, and in Mia's senses, he was like a raging flame.

If it weren't for the inexplicable familiarity of the flame, which proved that he was one of his "heirs", Mia would have been eager to go over in person and convey her love to him.

But now, she has more important things to do.

Pull the bowstring, aim, adjust the angle, let go, and the sound of the bowstring cutting through the air is heard.

Mia returned to the palace chambers......