Her Highness, Queen of Soluka, Brunhilde, had actually completed her ascension to the Saintly realm three days ago.
As the youngest Grand Elector of her era and one of the greatest geniuses in the history of the Galactic Empire, her ascension had naturally been a grand affair. There had been no shortage of materials, arrays, various auxiliary tools, or psychics to protect her.
She had also received the Emperor's approval to use the Book of Ten Thousand Kings, preparing to create a vast dream world that would last for a long time and help forge her "king's heart."
She had succeeded. At the very least, everyone present had felt the rise in her power and realm.
Even in the history of the Dawn Royal Family, which had produced geniuses in abundance, no more than twenty people had entered the Saintly realm before the age of twenty-five.
So, naturally, she had become the universally acknowledged Grand Elector with the greatest potential. We all knew that psychic talent and being a wise ruler were not the same thing, and that courage in battle and governing a myriad of realms were entirely different fields. But the Tirillo were, after all, a people with a strong martial tradition, and they were always quick to hope for such things.
Brunhilde herself, however, knew that she had only begun to truly reach the Saintly realm today.
She explained to her closest aides, "I owe it to Yu Lian. If his actions hadn't torn my heart to shreds, I wouldn't have woken up so easily."
"Was it his betrayal that made you suffer so much, or his political views that excited you so much?" Ostana asked.
Brunhilde smiled. "Very good, Ostana. Clever people are liable to become subversives. Clever ministers are liable to be given a cup