The girl in the wheelchair beamed, her face blossoming with joy, waving her right hand towards her.
Everyone instinctively turned their eyes to the girl’s legs, revealing court-style lace stockings beneath her skirt. But then Ethan’s sight was blocked by a soft paw, and he heard a voice in his ear that was both dangerous and alluring, "What’s there to see? I have them too."
The cat blocked Ethan’s eyes completely, not leaving even a crack.
Besides the stockings, although she didn’t like wearing these heavy and inconvenient aristocratic outfits, she still had quite a few sets.
"Sophia, your legs..."
Ave was engulfed by a sudden wave of sadness, almost instantly recalling the scenes from her childhood of jumping and playing in the palace with Sophia. They were of similar age and always played together, but after the turmoil in the Imperial City, Sophia was sent to Neseriel Sanctuary to study, only recently returning to the Imperial City.
"Hmm? My legs? They’re perfectly fine, why?"
The long-haired girl in the wheelchair looked puzzled. To prove her point, she stepped in high boots and circled around Ave.
The sad atmosphere instantly vanished; Ave’s eyelids twitched vigorously, and her tone became somewhat unfriendly, "Why do you sit in a wheelchair when you’re not sick?"
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Ave scanned around, noting that all the major aristocrats with recognizable names had their own wheelchairs.
Even the commoners gathered in the distance had their own wheelchairs, though they were hand-pulled.
"Wheelchair? This is the ’Light Wheel 2000 Limited Edition’ produced by the Artisan Association, and there are only 7 in the whole Imperial City!"
Sophia’s eyes widened as she looked at Ave with a condescending gaze.
Ethan noticed a detail—the golden fur on Sophia’s head seemed to move, appearing just as alive as Ave’s.
The two golden furs met, gesturing in incomprehensible ways, somewhat akin to the style of West Coast rappers.
After speaking, Sophia returned to Queen Margaret, bowed to her, and then said, "With Ave sister just returning to the Imperial City, let me explain the recent changes to them."
Queen Margaret nodded and then glanced at Ave with an authoritative look, "Bring her to the Royal Palace tonight, I have something to say to her."
It’s impossible to say she isn’t afraid of aunt’s discipline at all. As a child, after being naughty in the Royal Palace, she was also spanked by her aunt and then lay on the bed with Sophia, both yelling "ouch ouch" continuously.
Thinking carefully, Aunt hasn’t spanked her for more than two years!
At this moment, Ave deeply understood the dangers of telephones.
This thing blurs the concept of time and space and gives the caller inexplicable courage.
But the consequences can be severe.
Bragging on the phone might be thrilling for a moment, but when returning to the Imperial City, the backside will face old troubles.
Ave’s gaze dodged; she couldn’t say something like "do it if you’re going to do it" now.
Sophia, having been spanked plenty, noticed Ave’s embarrassment and affectionately linked arms with her as in the past, whispering, "Don’t worry, I brought some excellent healing ointments back from the Sanctuary, a gentle application and you’ll be off the bed in a few minutes!"
Then, Sophia hopped over to Ethan, her eyes full of admiration, "Lord Ethan, thanks to your inventions, the Imperial City has become thriving as it is today."
Being a fervent fan of electric wheelchairs, Sophia’s gratitude was heartfelt.
"Lord Ethan" is a title her mother insisted on; she still found "Old Sen" to be more approachable and catchy.
This beautiful scene, however, gave Ethan an ominous feeling.
"You’re too modest; the ’Light Wheel Prototype’ you custom-made for Rowena has already replaced the magic broom of the Astrology Guild, becoming the new trend in the Empire. Now, most of the excellent Magic Masters in the Empire have switched their brooms to the Light Wheel series wheelchairs, but your technology is so profound that the Empire’s artisans can’t yet create models as good as the prototype."
With little to do lately, Sophia’d been spending nearly every day at the Artisan Association, keeping up with their progress.
Ethan looked at the black carriage in the distance and felt the course of history had distorted.
Without any preparation, this world’s people had created a carriage—in an almost bizarre way!
According to Sophia, even after they left, the Artisan Association’s masters remained obsessed with researching "vehicles," eventually drawing inspiration from Rowena’s electric wheelchair. This black carriage is the result of merging two wheelchairs together, plus some configurations for sheltering from wind and rain.
Thus, the first modernized carriage in the Empire, or possibly the entire world, was born.
This black carriage is royal property, only used for receiving important guests.
And Ethan, without knowing it, received a heavyweight title.
Old Sen, father of the electric wheelchair and automobile.
A magnificent statue in the Imperial City Square bears this title.
Along the way, Sophia recounted many anecdotes about the statue’s erection, initially, Queen was reluctant to name the statue after Old Sen. She believed titles like "Sun God," "Sun King," and "Master of Radiance" were better choices. However, after a phone call, the Queen had to respect Ethan’s personal request.