Hyperion's bridge.

Unknowingly, the busy bridge seemed to quiet down suddenly.

As the three-dimensional magic light and shadow located on the captain's command platform gradually stabilized, a lifelike base structure floated quietly in the air. The Hyperion, like meticulously designed building blocks, perfectly filled the very center of the three-dimensional magic light and shadow.

Click, tick—

Sounds like gears meshing came from all around, followed by a pleasant notification sound.

Eileen raised her eyebrows, not continuing to introduce the "Valkyrie Qualification Examination" to Hannah.

She turned around and saw all the crew members on the bridge taking off their headphones and standing up. A middle-aged elf in a dark blue first mate uniform quickly walked to the captain's command platform, his eyes fixed on the Empress who was only slightly taller than him.

"Hyperion has successfully returned to port. The hull and signals are connected bi-directionally, Captain," he reported loudly, standing up straight.

Eileen smiled and nodded, replying,

"Good work, this patrol mission is over. Now, everyone is dismissed. Except for those on duty this week, the rest of you are free to do as you please—of course, still limited to the vicinity of the base. If there are special off-base missions or other personal needs, please follow the original application process."

After a few seconds of pause, Eileen patted the middle-aged elf's shoulder, who was still standing in place.

"You can also relax a bit, Mr. Scott. The Hyperion's advanced review process for these two days will be transferred to the captain's office."

"Thank you very much! But I still hope to continue to stand guard—"

Hearing Eileen's words, the middle-aged elf's pupils suddenly contracted, and he straightened his back even more.

"Since this is a temporary assignment, your original overtime pay and time off will remain unchanged."

Eileen glanced at the elf first mate, a glint of cunning flashing in her eyes.

"So, what do you think..."

"Your kindness and generosity are as always."

The middle-aged elf carefully observed Eileen's expression for a few seconds, breathed a sigh of relief, and respectfully bowed with his left hand on his chest.

"Scott will follow your orders, most supreme Empress."

"I will transfer the permissions now, but if you have any requests during this period, Scott is always waiting for your summons—the Hyperion's weekend duty roster, as well as corresponding supplies, etc., I will send them to the captain's office before twelve o'clock tonight."

"Everyone, dismissed—"

"Eh?"

Before Hermione, Luna, and Hannah could react.

In less than a minute, the huge bridge was instantly emptied.

In fact, it wasn't just the bridge.

As Eileen issued a ship-wide announcement on the bridge, most of the crew members who were not on duty quickly left the Hyperion—although the captain's console couldn't display the "Marauder's Map" like the captain's office, there was still a way to see the overall situation.

Hermione keenly noticed that the colored crew photos on the right wall of the bridge began to dim in sequence.

If nothing else, these should be the personnel who were "disconnecting."

"Okay, stop spacing out, we should go back to our bedrooms to rest too—"

Eileen took one last look at the empty bridge, took out her wand and gently waved it around, turning off the image floating in mid-air.

The Hyperion's level of confidentiality and importance can be said to be the highest.

For most of the crew members, from the moment they boarded the Hyperion, it almost meant a complete break from normal social life.

You know, unlike those researchers from the former Soviet Union at the Hogwarts Institute, at least half of the crew members on the Hyperion are composed of members from the magical world: elves, wizards, and a small number of house elves from Hogwarts.

Therefore, Destiny Group and Gringotts Wizarding Bank specifically built a semi-closed entertainment island at the Hyperion's temporary base.

And for the crew members of the Hyperion, each round of shore leave is a heavenly holiday.

In any case, most of the members on this air-space carrier are still energetic adults. After carrying out patrol missions for several days or even months, most people certainly wouldn't continue to while away the time on the Hyperion—this isn't children playing house. If there's no place to help them release their energy and spend the Galleons in their hands, a large-scale mutiny might break out one day.

As for whether the outside world is more tempting, and whether there will be some desperate fools…

Looking at the instantly empty bridge, Eileen nodded quite satisfied.

Obviously, in this entertainment-barren late twentieth century, the "rest base" she led was no less than a succubus queen's nest.

"B-but… there's no one to greet us, I mean how…"

Hannah stared blankly at the bridge that had suddenly become deserted, trying to find the right words.

Just a dozen minutes ago, she had just digested and understood Eileen's power and Eileen's position in various organizations.

Since changing into an A-level commander uniform in the captain's office and gradually accepting her identity, Hannah even began to feel a little uneasy. If the treatment was too luxurious later, how should she respond so as not to appear arrogant, and at the same time not appear timid?

Who knew…

"Why are there no servants, or escorts?"

As if seeing through Hannah's thoughts, Eileen asked with some amusement.

"It's so late, do you still need someone to escort you back to your bedroom, or stand guard at the door?"

"Uh, aren't you a captain, an Elven Empress, a young lady... and that third-generation Demon King thing..."

"Those are my power or the manifestation of my voice, not rights—"

Eileen shrugged, checked the bridge one last time, and turned to walk towards the door.

"They may obey my orders, regardless of my age, height, or qualifications, just as they may execute missions according to your orders in the future, but they are not my subordinates or servants. We are just partners gathered for a common goal."

"We don't have many privileges outside of work hours..."

Eileen stood at the door of the Hyperion's mobile cabin, beckoning to Hannah, Hermione, and Luna.

"More importantly, due to the transfer of Hyperion's permissions, the captain's office should have some pending work piled up—three dear reserve Great Arcanas, and esteemed A-level commanders, your valuable overtime... um, I mean, internship opportunities have arrived."

"Eh?" Hannah was stunned and looked blankly at Eileen not far away.

"Overtime?" Hermione's expression also seemed a little subtle.

"Oh."

The only one who was slightly calmer was Luna, who had already come to Eileen's side.

Ever since she took the card from Eileen, she knew it wouldn't be an easy perk.

This was not surprising. As the beloved daughter of the editor of *The Quibbler*, Luna knew very well the amount of work her stupid father did—especially when she learned from Eileen that her father was one of the first Great Arcanas, an ominous premonition had been lingering in her heart.

Just as Xenophilius Lovegood had always said, there is no free lunch in this world.

Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Destiny Group, and Hogwarts are almost the top forces in the European magical world today.

If they had the opportunity to participate in the high-level decision-making process of these organizations, and even potentially become Great Arcanas on par with Dumbledore, then even if they didn't have to pay any "price," it would be unavoidable to expend a lot of energy.

This was not a windfall, but because Eileen's energy was limited, she had to find more helpers to share her workload.

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"Ah, why are there so many documents—"

Half an hour later, in the Hyperion's captain's lounge.

Hannah scratched her hair irritably, looking at the panel in front of her with a lifeless expression.

Next to her, similar magic screens floated in front of Luna, Hermione, and even Eileen.

However, compared to Hannah's near-breakdown state, the other three little witches were obviously much more at ease, especially Eileen, who was mainly responsible for the final review of the Wings' approved results. She even put a magic chess set next to the captain's console, and occasionally took time to secretly make a few moves on it.

"I'm almost done with my work. I'll take a look at yours later—"

Hermione flexed her wrists, looked at Hannah with sympathy, and shook her head helplessly.

After returning to the captain's office, Eileen used her captain's privileges to open panels for each of them to process their work, which gathered the various complicated matters that Eileen had to deal with this week, as well as some of the pending review and approval processes transferred from the Hyperion.

Unlike what the three of them originally thought would be just a matter of moving their fingers, most of the problems that appeared in front of them had to be thought about.

In comparison, Hermione's workload was actually the smallest of the three.

As the [Reserve Justice] Miss, she was mainly responsible for matters related to the Hogwarts Institute and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Since she hadn't temporarily connected to matters related to the Ministry of Magic and the Foundation, it was relatively simple to deal with.

As for Luna, although at first glance, the [High Priestess] task mainly targeted at Gringotts Wizarding Bank was the most troublesome, but in fact, apart from the number of events, the content submitted by the elves was the clearest and most understandable in terms of format and logic.

Therefore, Luna mainly focused on those investment intentions that were open to question, marking their risk levels based on her feelings.

The only one who was relatively pitiful was Hannah.

The members of the Destiny Group are mainly divided into two categories: old Saints and newly joined idealists.

More importantly, in addition to simple personnel transfers, there is also a considerable part that involves knowledge of commercial operations in the magical and non-magical worlds, which is not a simple ledger like the Leaky Cauldron—even Diagon Alley is just one part of it.

If Eileen's offer hadn't been too tempting, Hannah would have almost snatched Luna's broom and fled back to Hogwarts overnight.

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