He picked up a blood-stained fragment of the palace, slowly grinding it to dust with his fingers, yet remembered it in his heart.
Axel said to the Dean of the Spirit Wisdom Institute standing beside him: [Tella must be unified, and thought must be governed]
[Countries must be annihilated, and races must be erased]
[Moze, I want all old thoughts to dissolve in the light, I want all barriers to be shattered... I want all the enemies of The Empire to tremble, to prostrate on the ground, to sincerely repent for their sins]
[Under the emperor’s will]
Axel did not say much. He stepped forward towards the peak of the Imperial Capital.
The Imperial Capital was reshaped in his hands, the Noble Clans slaughtered, heads piled high as small hills and blood sufficient to stain the Quinor Plains were crushed into mud by the emperor’s iron grip, and no one dared call him a ’tyrant’.
He cast all mistakes without hesitation onto his most revered father, and all prestige onto his own self-perceived inferiority, a pure and resolute man bearing the title of ’Protector’, defending the borders of the entire Empire.
This is the true emperor.
This is the person Moze had been waiting for.
This is the Monarch he had always been waiting for, who could change Terra!
Only such an emperor, such a dream, can be called ’feasible’ on this land of Terra!
The year of 773 in the Era of Tara, June 13th, 9 AM.
Imperial Capital, Solitary Mountain.
At the Master Throne of the Scorching Light, the emperor of The Empire asked his subordinate: "How’s the progress on the propaganda?"
[Very smooth, Your Majesty]With Heart Light as the projection, Moze, reporting his work to his Monarch, smiled and said: [Now, all of the Southwest Province of the Empire believes that Fiery Flame Land is our greatest enemy]
[While the Northern Province is intimidated by the actions of Steep Ridge Fortress, fearing and angered by the rebels’ actions, calling for corresponding military exercises]
[As for the Eastern regions, from Nobles to commoners, everyone is wholeheartedly roaring for a decisive battle with the Azure Sky Royal Court, to tell all nations and forces On Terra that we alone are the most ancient and powerful country]
Though he said it was very good, the emperor sighed; the resolute-faced blond man shook his head slightly: "Though it’s split into three areas, at least it’s feasible... continue this way for now, and later if there’s an opportunity, see if we can further unify."
[It’s difficult, Your Majesty]Moze, as always, like every scholar directly responsible to the emperor, poured cold water to make these overly extreme Sublimators calm down: [This is already the limit; the territories of the Empire are too vast, and the people also live in different regions]
[Nobles and commoners of the Central Plains cannot comprehend the hardships of residents in other border regions, and there are also barriers between the capitals of each province and the cities and villages in other areas of the province] The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the ⓝovelFire.net
[The directly governed areas can’t understand remote regions, and the Imperial Capital is above all. Now to roughly unify into three inclinations is already the result of the sense of crisis and anxiety catalyzed by the recent war with the Fiery Flame Land]
Objectively pointing out the current predicament faced by the plan, Moze expressed his opinion: [I think, before unifying thoughts, we should perform a ’body’ unification... recent technical exchanges with Canaan Moore prove that the Elves already have several quite feasible national unification schemes, and we should also increase investment in the ’God Human Project’, ’Eternal Project’, and ’The Free One Project’]
"...Hmm. If it doesn’t work, the Deceased Monarch isn’t out of the question either."
After a period of silence, the emperor nodded, approving Moze’s suggestion: "First eliminate all foolish ideas of racism, then erase the regional differences... how do you feel about responding to the east’s provocations by directly going into full-scale war with the Azure Sky Royal Court?"
"In this way, those sporadic internal contradictions should be suppressed, and the people will unite against a common enemy. Meanwhile, we can also implement several New Humanity plans among the refugees."
[Your Majesty...] Moze didn’t know whether to sigh or be joyous, his Majesty willing to heed his advice, yet the methods of pursuing goals were so crude and direct: [We cannot strike first; The Empire must be the ’victim’, only then at the critical moment, can we ignite the anger accumulated since the time of the Former Emperor, caused by the An Moon unrest]
"But there’s no time."
The emperor said in a deep voice: "Even I am almost forgetting the desolation of the Imperial Capital ruins at that time, how can others possibly remember? If we don’t ignite it now, this anger will dissolve over time!"
[But not now, Your Majesty]
Moze shook his head to persuade: [At the very least, there should be some groundwork, some news...]
Though it was persuasion, in essence, Moze was not the least dissatisfied.
Disregarding all morality and constraints, a man as straightforward as light... it was precisely because of Protector Axel’s decisions that the Empire could avoid a major recession after the An Moon unrest, maintaining the current slow progress and its prominent standing On Terra.
He is a pure tyrant and autocrat, an evil ruler and dictator. But precisely because of this... his dreams have the greatest possibility of being realized on this land.
Moze originally planned to continue reporting on the progress of various plans, but suddenly, he sensed a fluctuation from the Domain of Void, so he shut his mouth.
Axel evidently sensed it too... for it was the most urgent ’royal alert’.