His Majesty the Emperor was playing a grand game of chess. He hid behind the scenes, looking down from on high at the countless lives caught up in the war, manipulating everything with an omnipotent hand. This great battle was no different. The Commonwealth seemed to have won big, but in truth, it had lost just as badly. Everything the Empire had sacrificed had been a pawn His Majesty was prepared to give up, all of it within the omniscient Emperor's expectations.
That was what Mr. Herito Raven meant.
Yu Lian naturally found it unpleasant to hear. He couldn't help feeling that it was an insult to all the Earth soldiers who had fallen in this battle. But he also knew that although he had won a resounding victory, there really had been something sinister lurking beneath the surface.
"Fundamentally, His Majesty Ilesel is a mystic, just like King Vellent!" Yu Lian said with a smile.
Mr. Raven's expression stiffened. Though he tried to hide it, Yu Lian caught the displeasure in his eyes. Apparently, he felt that this was far too insulting to the Emperor.
"I remember the Emperor has appeared before the Senate and the Privy Council. He even gave a televised address that lasted a minute." Yu Lian fell into thought. That meant the Emperor wasn't in seclusion or floating up in the heavens. Instead, he had planted his feet on the ground and begun intervening in "worldly affairs" bit by bit.
To ordinary Tirillo, this was a very subtle signal.
"His Majesty the Emperor is the omnipotent true god, but in the end, he still loves the Galactic Empire and his people." Herito Raven wore an expression of reverent devotion.
Yu Lian looked at the Franmorian, who had gone from city lord of the Celestial Domain