How many masters could a mere Paradise possibly have?
You were the one who declared war first this time!
The old nobles all began rubbing their hands together in anticipation.
At the same time, the news industry seemed to have caught the scent of a major story. Although the Lord of Paradise's excellent reputation initially caused a brief upheaval in public opinion, the pro-war faction quickly rallied and began using the media to strike back—portraying Paradise as man-eating demons.
Yet things did not develop in the direction those pro-war nobles had imagined...
What did it mean that the enemy army was flying through the sky?
What did it mean that everywhere the enemy went became the King's Land?
What did it mean that Originium Arts were forbidden within the King's Land?
What did it mean that they had planet-killing cannons?
What did it mean that all of their attacks would lock onto and hit enemies with bright highlights over their heads?
Wait, what did it mean that our own ranged attacks would also lock onto targets on our side with bright highlights over their heads?
Holy shit! You were just handing them the win!
Thus, within those brief three hours, the front-page headlines of Ursus newspapers changed again and again.
"Heretical madmen spouting wild nonsense are spreading delusions across the northern tundra, even attempting to back an assassin named Talulah."
"Unreasonable Outer Realm Demons are leading unidentified flying objects in an illegal incursion into the airspace of the Ursus Empire."
"An extremely dangerous armed fleet ignored the warnings of the Imperial Guard and directly crushed the third line of defense."
"The helmsman of Paradise is approaching the capital with a sky-obscuring formation of star skiffs."
"The great Lord of Paradise and his invincible warships and cannons have completely taken control