On Earth, in the presidential residence in Permanent City, at the center of the Pacific, President Keith Nishita gazed out at the bright sunshine and the boundless blue waves. Suddenly, he felt his strength return.
To be fair, President Keith Nishita felt that although he had some misgivings about Yu Lian's growing power and was somewhat wary of the Pioneer Party's popularity, those were perfectly normal reactions for a competent politician. His personnel decisions had certainly involved a degree of caution and checks and balances, but from another angle, Yu Lian had served everywhere from the special envoy's office to the Foreign Ministry to frontline units, and had finally entered the central government. He had passed through nearly every vital department of the military. Wasn't that also a form of painstaking cultivation?
In President Nishita's eyes, he and that young "Dawn Dragon" might have been seven or eight parts surface-level brothers, but there were surely two or three parts genuine affection between them.
After all, the Commonwealth wasn't some hereditary monarchy, and Keith Nishita had never expected to pass his position on to a blood relative. Meanwhile, that young "Dawn Dragon" wasn't even twenty-five yet. In another ten or so years, if Yu Lian wanted the top job, he could take it. Even if the Pioneer Party replaced the Friendship Party and the Common Prosperity Party, what would that have to do with Keith Nishita, a former president who'd already retired?
By then, he would still be the greatest former president in the Commonwealth's history. Whoever took power would have to treat him like royalty and keep him well fed and comfortable. Wasn't that enough?
In short, President Keith Nishita believed he and Yu Lian had no fundamental conflict of interest. That made his trust in the latter more sincere