The Emperor Lives Forever

Reiner led his army back to the western frontier. A month later, winter arrived, and the land fell into a bleak silence. The bitter wind carried news of victory throughout the Empire.

Carrying the first installment of reparations from the western nations, Reiner announced that the army would return to the capital. The vast army marched onward in grand procession, its banners snapping in the northern wind and proclaiming the Imperial Army's soaring morale.

That epic victory brought Reiner unparalleled prestige. After the Old Emperor, the Moreland Family had once again produced a great emperor whose name would resound through the ages.

The Empress Farrant, who had been waiting in Mecalon City, immediately set out for the great imperial capital under the escort of five hundred Edict Knights after receiving the news.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

"The Empire is glorious because of you, my liege!"

Along Reiner's route home, the minor nobles and local gentry who had shown little enthusiasm when he departed now sang his praises. Every resident living along Reiner's return route knelt on both sides of the road and bowed in worship.

Reiner sat atop his magnificent carriage, his heart surging with emotion. When he had captured the imperial capital, enemies still lurked outside, and the tension and anxiety in his heart had outweighed his joy.

Now, there were no powerful enemies beyond the borders and no rebels within them. The Empire had fallen completely into his hands. No one could stop him from ruling the world!

"Heh-heh, guess what we'll get this time? His Majesty has always been generous!" Count Jorral rode beside Count Puston, grinning from ear to ear as he spoke with anticipation.

As a matter of fact, Count Jorral had never harbored much ambition before. During the Old Emperor's reign, peace