"In a few years, I will turn this research facility into a museum and proudly show the public the efforts you and your team have put in."
"So, STRAIGHTEN UP NO NEED TO FEEL ASHAMED!"
Heyram felt like all the blood was rushing to his head. His face looked like a ripe tomato, and his blood began to boil with turbulent emotions threatening to rip him apart. His gratitude and respect to the emperor couldn't be explained in words, and more than that, he felt like he wanted to cry—cry for himself and the researchers who have suffered unseen hardships alone for the last ten years, cry like a child who had been wronged in the arms of its mother. But he held himself back, not allowing himself to lose his composure, though no matter how hard he tried, a few tears slowly seeped from his eyes, flowing down his cheeks.
Vijay slowly patted the back of Heyram and moved forward. "This is what you deserve, nothing more, nothing less. Now come on, show me my engine."
