The meeting in the main hall of the Imperial Palace did not last long. Afterward, he went to the upper terrace of the palace, where he could see the streets of Denan City. Countless citizens were waiting for him.
"Long live His Majesty Abel!" Amid thunderous cheers, Abel appeared on the terrace.
He waited for a while. Only after the citizens had cheered several times did he raise his hand. Their voices immediately fell silent, and everyone stared at him with blazing eyes, waiting for him to speak.
"My people, I am your emperor. I traveled to the Central Continent in pursuit of greater strength. That does not mean I do not love this empire. Rather, I want to gain greater strength so that I can protect it!
"Looking at your clothes and healthy faces, I know that although I have not had time to participate in government affairs, I have still managed this empire well. You have enough food to stave off hunger, warm clothes to endure the bitter cold, and powerful legions to protect your safety!
"Now, wherever you go on the Holy Continent, you can proudly tell others that you are citizens of the Kingdom of Saint Ellis and that you live under my protection!"
Abel's voice spread throughout Denan City. The people here had endured the food shortages of previous years, when hunger had been a normal state of affairs and wars had erupted everywhere because of it.
Ever since Abel had raised an army and founded the empire, everything had changed. Its powerful national strength and abundant food had stabilized the newly established empire, which had grown stronger with each passing year.
Emperor Abel of the empire was a legend throughout the Holy Continent. Countless people passed down his story, and on this Holy Continent,