I Was the Empress of Gramme, Then Got Kidnapped Onto the Astral Express

(A little angst early on.) (Keep in mind that no matter how mature the protagonist seems, she’s still a little girl who has been alive for less than half a month.) (She develops a special dependence on the first person who treats her well.) Note: (It’s not that I’m ignoring the Iron Cavalry. But does it make sense to have a little girl who’s been alive for less than half a month manage tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions, of Iron Cavalry troops? This is just a sweet little story, not some male power fantasy.) (If you want to read a male power fantasy, go write one yourselves. I have abandoned drafts on hand. Tag me and I’ll give them to you. But do you want to guess why they’re abandoned drafts?~) If you notice any minor parts that don’t quite make sense, just treat them as my own headcanon. Feel free to point out my mistakes, and I’ll fix them. But don’t come at me with accusations right off the bat. As the saying goes, when three people walk together, one of them can be my teacher. (I hope you’ll guide me like a teacher, rather than come over to criticize me.) Okay, disclaimers over. I was created to become the empress of all the Iron Cavalry. Wait, what? I’m fighting a Swarm Emanator? I’m supposed to fight a Swarm Emanator? Oh, I’m a Pathstrider of Abundance. Never mind, then. Guys, anyone else get this? I was just out for a stroll. How come my Iron Cavalry now spans the entire Xianzhou?