"What do you mean?"
"Keep reading."
An uneasy premonition stirred in Ulasang's heart. He fumbled his way to the next page, then his breath caught—
[But I understand perfectly well that the issue of nobles and commoners is a sickness rooted in society as a whole.
Who am I? At most, a bard singing lousy ballads, with adventures, girls, and dragons on his mind.
I could lead three hundred commoners to Dragon Gold City, but I had neither the means nor the obligation to help them settle down.
After reaching Dragon Gold City, they might have to find a way into another noble's territory and generate new profits for them...
But none of that matters.
At the end of the day, I never intended to change this world, nor do I want to change anything.
It's too much trouble, and too exhausting.
My morals aren't that lofty, and I can't be bothered to dispense pointless kindness.
Everything I've done has been for myself.
Even leading them out of Star Plum Town was only for a more vulgar ambition—
The history of this world has been forgotten, hasn't it?
That's why the Poet Academy has a reason to exist: the empire needs its mouthpieces to proclaim its glory.
And I won't become some opinion leader, making these commoners sing rebellious songs for the rest of their lives and wave some banner of justice. I won't let them do that.
But I want them, and this moment, woven into the backdrop of my spectacular life.
People will learn of me because of everything I've done. They'll draw close to me, or even despise me...
But I don't care.
Whether my name becomes celebrated or infamous.
Either way, they're spreading my name.
Yes.
What I want is no different from what the empire