The prince sat at the desk, scribbling furiously across the paper with a quill in hand.
His handwriting was somewhat messy, and it did not even follow the proper format for a letter, but he did not care in the slightest.
"Galahad, I think the most correct thing I ever did was choose to preserve my friendship with Castel."
"Do you remember what you said when that airship landed in our territory?"
"You said it was a creation of miracles and suggested that I seize the airship for myself and kill those soldiers."
"I refused at the time. I vaguely sensed something, but I could not make sense of it then."
"Now, though, I understand."
"Galahad, creations of miracles can never change everything. If the Empire needs miracles to save it, then it has no reason to exist in the first place."
"I once wanted to use 'miracle' to describe Castel, but my thoughts have changed somewhat recently. I spoke with Theus. He is a learned man, his head stuffed full of marvelous theories and ideas. I truly want to pry open that skull and see what lies inside, to possess such profound thoughts."
"And it was precisely through talking with him that I came to believe a word as accidental as 'miracle' cannot describe Castel's strength."
"Yes, strength! My dear knight, Castel is incomparably strong. Whether in power or in its systems and institutions, it is almost flawless!"
"It is merely that many things are difficult to notice. Only I can perceive them and touch upon the truth hidden behind the scenes."
"When I first arrived, I thought this place was utterly ordinary, since it did not seem all that different."
"I had assumed factories would stand everywhere here, but beyond the outskirts lay nothing but bare plains."
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