A sudden beeping echoed through the room, a silver screen appearing in thin air above her gaze. The next moment, a silver-haired Valkyrie sitting at a wooden desk appeared. "Your Highness, Epsilon reporting for duty!"
The queen's response was delayed, her lips parting with a pleasured moan as Delta's skilled hands worked their magic on her tense shoulders. "Nnn..." Her gaze shifted towards Epsilon, whose face flushed with a mix of admiration and envy. "Epsilon, how did they fare? I trust you've reached Romantica by now?"