"I promised them."
Qin Mo spoke first.
"I promised my followers that I would avenge the fallen."
"After a bloody battle seven years ago, I made that promise."
"After returning from Saturn, my people began planning the next act of vengeance. The satellites in Golden Land's orbit searched around the clock for the doghouse of that bastard named Morson."
"I mentioned this in the cabin before."
After hearing those words, the Emperor merely nodded.
But Malcador's words now echoed directly in the Emperor's ears.
The words Malcador had spoken that night.
So the Emperor felt that he had to say something. He spoke. "Revenge is not our goal. The unification of humanity is. I know you might say this is not my hatred, that I can talk because it does not hurt me, but I have faced the same choice as you."
"More than once."
"Should we set aside hatred for the greater good, gain the submission of our enemies along with their subordinates and resources, or insist on waging a war that need not be fought for the sake of revenge?"
The Emperor wanted Qin Mo to understand this.
The subjugation of the Eagle Nations and Dragon Nations was now underway. The most crucial step had already been completed; all that remained was the final push.
Killing one of their leaders at this point would undoubtedly provoke suspicion and concern among the others, even if those leaders might also bear a deep grudge against the one who was killed.
Even setting aside the attitudes of the other leaders, if Morson died, Morson's people would rise up in resistance. They would think that surrendering would lead them to the same fate as Morson.
Then there would be an unnecessary war, and humanity's remnants on Terra would continue tearing each other