Sinora's yearning for an answer was written plainly in her eyes. The Poet of Great Love did not refuse to meet her gaze, nor did he deny her.
"Perhaps you're right, but perhaps that would only be the beginning of another catastrophe—"
"Even if the demons reclaimed their status by conquering the Protos Empire, their desires would soon go unsatisfied. They would occupy their respective territories and begin developing their power."
"Then they would seize the lands of other nations. You should understand that process better than I do."
The Poet of Great Love calmly narrated a story.
Sinora fell silent for a moment.
She did understand the possibility he had mentioned, and had witnessed it all too vividly.
"Because that is the history that already exists, and it will happen again in the future."
The Poet of Great Love added,
"But who says that this must happen? We've already made that mistake once. With the lessons we learned before, wouldn't it be better for you to rule us?"
Sinora pressed a hand to her chest and asked her question again, somewhat agitated.
As a member of the Conservative Faction, the ones she hated most were the demons of the previous generation who had insisted on carrying the war through to the end. What she had long yearned for was precisely a New King like the one before her, someone who could see through everything so clearly!
A trace of resentment showed in her eyes.
What she wanted even less now was to see the New King possess such ability yet lack the courage to shoulder such responsibility!
"When you're prepared to sacrifice yourself, it becomes easier for you to sacrifice others as well. That applies equally to both you and me. So what kind of leader do you expect