"Count, the Three Central Continent Kingdoms are finished!
They have lost most of their territory and population. The little strength they have left is hardly worth mentioning to the Kingdom.
We do not need to care about the thoughts of a group of losers.
The Kingdom has more important matters to attend to. There is no need to waste too much time on them.
The truce treaty has restrained our hands and feet, but it has also bound those of the alien races. At the very least, our generation and the next few generations need not worry about threats from them.
This is the enemy's open scheme!
In recent years, the authority of the Human Alliance has suffered repeated blows. Now that the external threat has suddenly vanished, no one can say whether the Alliance can continue to endure.
Leaving the distant future aside, the immediate problems alone are enough to give the Alliance a headache.
Every nation on the continent gained nothing from the war, while the Kingdom alone reaped enormous rewards. They must be green with envy.
Some people are probably already itching to come over and take a share. Unfortunately, they have miscalculated. Without the threat of the alien races, why should the Kingdom share the benefits already in its hands?"
Chancellor Duke Beckett laid bare the heart of the matter.
Eight hundred years was simply far too long for humanity.
A nation might not even survive for eight hundred years. Naturally, no one could plan with an eight-century time frame in mind. All they could see was what lay before them.
Without external threats, intensified internal conflicts were only a matter of time.
Take the Alpha Kingdom, for example. It was now unwilling to share the benefits it had obtained with its allies.
As long as