He didn't seem to care at all how surreal and absurd his words sounded. Facing everyone's gaze, he lowered his head. "There's no practical point in continuing to fight. We can make peace right now, everyone. Let's choose a more pragmatic solution."
Feifei's gaze swept over the fine cracks in the crystal covering the Emperor's body. "So how do we make peace? You're going to kill yourself here and now to atone before the world?"
"Don't be in such a hurry, Miss Fina. We've waited this long, so what's the rush? Why not try another way?" The Emperor's calm smile did its best to soothe the swelling bloodlust. Beneath the crystal mask that had just regenerated, his gaze wandered slowly.
Before long, that heavy gaze settled on Brunhild, like a mountainside just after an avalanche.
He looked at his direct descendant with great expectation, as if the fierce battle and his defeat had never happened. "Bryn, I'll ask you one last time. Are you ready? Are you prepared to inherit everything I have and shoulder the glory and sins of this Galactic Empire's two hundred years, along with the karma forged by the ambitions of four trillion Tirillo people?"
His voice was grand, solemn, and calm, yet also like a bottomless abyss.
The young electress stood tall, the armor of the Dragon of Dawn gleaming with defiant light beneath the palace lanterns. She gazed at the Emperor with a bright, cutting smile, still like sunlight facing the abyss.
"Are we really doing this again, you demon? Swear by the spirit of the universe that this is the last time! You want to run your mouth while wearing my grandfather's face? This is the last time!" Her voice rang out, clear and resolute, like a stirring speech before battle.
"Wow, you