Seven thousand years was neither a short time nor a long one, but some "unusual things" had still happened.
Of course, some of them were insignificant trifles. For example... over a thousand years ago, some prince of the Hatak Imperial Nation killed the old king and launched a palace coup... Or, churches and warlock organizations banned from entering Hatak carried out one or two anticlimactic terrorist attacks... The construct steward recorded all such inconclusive and useless incidents, and before the Legendary Mage awakened, most of the little disturbances that disrupted the peace had naturally been "dealt with thoroughly."
Well, the method of dealing with them was very simple. The construct steward personally led a "legion" of several dozen master-level golems and slaughtered every fool who caused trouble. After all, Sebastian's brain, crippled as it was by its intelligence, could not think of any other solution. In essence, this old steward who "managed all affairs of the Hatak Imperial Nation on behalf of Whisper of Destruction" had never come up with a second way to solve problems...
But it did not matter. Whatever form the "handling" of such small matters took was irrelevant; they were not what Punk needed to pay attention to. What truly deserved the newly advanced Morningstar caster's attention were more than a dozen letters delivered right to the entrance of his magic tower.
Because they were condemnation notices from numerous Legendary organizations of the Good alignment.
It had to be admitted that many Legendary organizations truly had too much time on their hands. A total of twenty-four notices had been sent from every corner of the Multiverse, piled together into a stack several centimeters thick. Some came from the Pantheon, some from the Mage Guild, some from the Church of Dawn... Even Thought of Truth had inexplicably