Legacy

Melitapornia's words made Gawain raise an eyebrow. "Imperial Era... that's a rather apt term."

"Being able to witness this turning point in history has been one of my greatest gains since coming to this continent," the agent said with a smile. "A most unconventional 'coronation' ceremony. It lacked the grandeur I imagined, but it was even more impressive than I expected—many people will remember your ceremony for a very long time."

Gawain put away his sword, walked over to the desk, and sat down. "A coronation is meant to be seen by others. Naturally, it has to leave an impression."

Melita neither agreed nor disagreed. She merely stepped forward, approached Gawain's desk, and placed a stack of manuscripts on it.

"You've read them?" Gawain glanced at the manuscripts. "It seems... you have something to say?"

"To be frank, I had underestimated the 'knowledge' you spoke of," Melita said calmly. "I find it difficult to put a price on it, and... I'm not sure whether I should accept this 'commission' of yours."

Gawain watched her quietly for two seconds before speaking. "You don't understand why I want to leave these things behind?"

"You are trying to teach people how to tell whether your empire is functioning properly, and you advise them to overthrow it once it becomes rotten. You have even left behind detailed procedures and methods," Melita said, meeting Gawain's gaze. Her light-purple eyes were so deep they seemed bottomless. "No sane person would do such a thing, yet no insane person could write these things. So I'm curious... why are you doing this?"

"First, I need to correct one point. I have merely written down the knowledge I possess. There is nothing mandatory or instructive in it—even if someone reads the chapter 'The Nature of the State and Class'