"What exactly are you trying to say, Ostana?"
"If unrest broke out among the people of the Cherk Kingdom and the central government lost its influence over the border provinces, a second Original Color regime might emerge."
This was a path Brunhilde had never considered. But her reason, judgment, powers of deduction, and certain unspoken "governing experience" all told her it was possible.
Then her dragon eyes began to gleam. She even licked her lips with eager interest. "Is it really that exciting? I'd thought his political vision wouldn't come to fruition for another twenty or thirty years unless he personally stepped in to put it into practice. Did the war actually bring it about? Ahaha, it seems his book predicted this too."
"Your Highness, your eyes are glowing..."
"I used to think that the history of the Original Color regime would surely be written by some rebel army here at home."
"But that's no longer possible. We've already received news of victory from back home," Ostana said meaningfully.
"The body can be destroyed, but influence isn't so easy to erase."
"But wasn't this within your expectations, too?"
"Heh. All it took was a little idle move at the Festival of War to throw the entire Galactic Empire into chaos. Ostana, how can you be sure my expectations weren't already part of his expectations?"
For the first time, the chief of staff was at a loss for words, so she could only force an awkward yet polite smile.
"That heartless man really can do anything and be everywhere!" King Suluka sighed. Her expression and feelings were complicated. Of course, she was troubled and exasperated at the prospect of facing a powerful enemy, but it seemed more like she wanted to boast, "My man is amazing."
*Yes, and isn't that why