"Please, you must keep an eye on him. Whatever happens, don't let him act on impulse. I'm taking people to the Central Planet right away." Drake wants a whole batch of fierce, battle-ready therians? Emma froze after hearing Thero's frantic message. Why would Drake suddenly need so many warriors? Is he actually planning something on the Central Planet? No. Absolutely not. She had to confront him directly. She told Thero, "Mr. Thero, I understand. Don't worry, I'll keep him under control." Emma would never allow Drake to stir up trouble on the Central Planet. Closing her lightcore, Emma rose immediately, intent on finding Drake. "Emma, wait." Silas stepped forward and caught her wrist. He'd heard every word of Thero's call. "I know what this is about. Let me explain." "You know?" She stared at him, stunned. "Yes." Silas nodded. He intertwined his fingers with hers and guided her into the kitchen. He then used his mental power and sealed the room. He drew several Rank-11 beast cores and insect cores from his storage band and laid them on the counter in front of her. Before Emma could ask why he had suddenly produced a pile of high-grade cores, he began telling her, from beginning to end, how he had "trapped" Drake. He even explained how he'd nudged Drake into recruiting personnel for Lucien's squad. When he finished, Silas hurried to defend himself. "Emma, he set me up first. I didn't scam him. I merely took the opportunity to ask him for a favor, which is to help Lucien clean up his current mess, that's all." I swear to the Beast God—I wasn't using Drake for selfish gain. I truly wanted to help Lucien. Emma's lips twitched. She glanced over Silas' chat logs with Drake. Then, she asked quietly, "Are you absolutely sure that, given the state he's in, he even realizes he was talking to you?" From the messages alone, Drake clearly had no idea about Silas' identity. "That's not important," Silas said calmly. He was far too intelligent not to notice Drake was unaware he was speaking to Embrace of the Moon. "What matters is that he can help Lucien." Emma finally understood. Silas was leveraging Drake's resources. She returned the lightcore, a faint worry settling in her expression. "I've heard that therians from the Four Domains hate the Empire Army's restrictions. Even if Drake brings them here, will they willingly stay in Lucien's squad?" "That depends on Lucien's skill." Silas squeezed her hand gently, smiling. "Don't overthink it. The real question is whether they can arrive safely. Once they're here, convincing them to stay won't be difficult for him." He was Prince Lucien of the Empire, after all. He may look upright and kind, but he'd been a master of influencing hearts since childhood.Emma nodded, finally understanding. She pushed the beast and insect cores back into Silas' hands. "Find a way to return these to Drake. "And as for him messaging you for advice, he definitely doesn't realize it was you. Let's leave it at that." Silas nodded. "Alright. I understand." With everything finally clear, Emma sent Thero a message, explaining the real situation. As for Silas using Drake to recruit for Lucien's squad, she needed to consider how Lucien should properly thank Drake. The moment Thero learned the recruitment was for Lucien himself, he replied at once, 'So it's for His Highness Prince Lucien. Ms. Emma Tibarn, rest assured, I'll handle this perfectly.' Thero closed his lightcore, rubbing his hands together excitedly. Mr. Smith had finally grown wise, learning to curry favor with His Highness Prince Lucien. Leaving the kitchen, Emma noticed Drake hadn't come to eat.After a moment's hesitation, she carried his meal upstairs. Drake was sitting on the balcony when she arrived, lost somewhere in his thoughts. His back looked unusually quiet, almost lonely. Knock, knock, knock. Emma stood at the open doorway, lifting her hand to tap the frame. Drake had stopped closing his door lately. Every time Emma visited, it was left slightly ajar. He turned at the sound and his entire face brightened when he saw her. He shot to his feet and strode over. "Emmy? What brings you here?" He knew she disliked coming into his room. She only came when she had to provide him mental comfort. Seeing her appear on her own like this made him thrilled beyond words. Emma set the food on his table and offered a small smile. "You didn't come out to eat, so I brought breakfast to you. Eat while it's still warm."She has personally brought his meal. She is worrying about his breakfast. Drake looked at her, something tender and fragile flickering in his eyes. Is she beginning to like him? He stared at the steaming dishes. His eyes grew hot, almost misty.