Go With Me

Theus could not help but freeze. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but when he opened his mouth, he found there was too much he wanted to say, all of it caught in his throat.

He was a transmigrator, and he possessed the Golden Throne. He would not die, and he had Blue Star's future as a reference. Naturally, he could pursue the power of industry and technology without hesitation.

Yet Isabella, this Empress, held the highest authority in the mortal world in her hands, only to cast it aside without the slightest attachment and choose to become a mortal.

She did not possess Theus's advantages, yet she had chosen to believe in the power of mortals and stake everything on it.

Theus suddenly came to a realization. He should not have doubted her. Isabella would never betray him; for someone as resolute as her, betrayal would be no different from denying herself.

She could be trusted. A true ally.

A comrade.

At least until the Holy See had been overthrown, until the torrent of industry had swept across the world, she would never betray him.

As for what came after that, who knew?

"Didn't you ask me before when I planned to start the war?" Isabella's tone became much lighter. Those had been difficult choices for her as well, yet simply speaking them aloud made her very happy.

After all, the path she was about to take was the most arduous one.

She wanted to overthrow the Holy See. She wanted to overthrow the Empire. She wanted to overthrow every shackle and barrier. It was still far, far too difficult to do it alone.

"That time is now. I will declare war on the Empire. I will fight the entire Holy See. They will be the strongest enemy, the