The "Regency Council," which could provisionally be said to represent the Empire's highest decision-making body, had come to an end. When communications were cut and everyone's projections left the meeting room, an androgynous, feminine voice sounded from the shadows.
"The Tirero Military Aristocrats are, in fact, realists. If the war goes badly, or you launch reforms that touch their fundamental interests, they will unhesitatingly rally behind the true wise emperor and return to the loyal capital to stabilize the situation. By then, you'll be a clown in the background of history, while they remain the indispensable foundation of the Empire."
A youth stood in the room, with an androgynous, inhuman beauty, yet a remarkably faint presence, like a shadow concealed in some secluded corner.
This was the Serpent Head codenamed "Spellbreaker," a representative of the alliance leaders.
King Vellent gazed down through the porthole at the busy crowds in the space city. It had been just two weeks, and the citizens of the imperial capital had already returned to the rhythm of their ordinary lives. Most of them knew nothing about what had happened at the edge of the celestial territory.
He turned to look at his former colleague. "The military aristocrats of Tirero aren't realists, and they aren't a foundation. They're just a bunch of stubborn goats. They always think they can manage on their own, always believe that once they're free of rule, they can achieve greatness by themselves. But the truth is, they need to be kept in line. They need a strict, powerful, and wise father."
"That sounds more like a description of a stubborn, contrary young girl," Spellbreaker said with a smile.
"Yes. The true nature of the Tirero Military Aristocrats and citizens has never been that of fearless conquerors. They're more like adolescent girls.