The Old Emperor was quite warm toward Charlotte. He said, "I had originally planned to hold two weddings once we returned to Strasbourg—Axo and I, then you and Anne! But I never expected that this damned thing called war would be like a nightmare, impossible to shake off."
Charlotte sighed. Whether the Old Emperor was pretending not to know or not, he truly did not want to fight anymore.
Marrying Anne, living a sweet life in Strasbourg and Mecklenburg, occasionally vacationing at Hot Spring Mountain, even taking the Legendary Warship out for a cruise at sea—wasn't that far more enjoyable than any luxury yacht?
He could not understand why Byron and Fars had started the war in the first place.
So what if they had divided up Black Phoenix in the end?
Hadn't he still taken the best piece of land?
What was the point of all that?
Moreover, although both Fars and Byron had maintained the empire's dignity, the economies of both nations would certainly decline for a while, and living standards at home would not improve.
Inglima and the Lionheart Dynasty were somewhat better off, but they could not be said to have escaped unscathed.
This time, Charlotte was certain that human power had not driven the war.
Those who had driven this war were Them!
The evil gods of the New Continent, the evil gods of the Old Continent, the Nine Righteous Gods, those who wished to ascend to godhood...
These were the forces that drove war.
Charlotte did not know how long this war would last, but he knew deeply that the forces behind it did not need victory. What they needed was war itself. Therefore, this war would not end soon, nor would a victor quickly emerge. Both sides would keep fighting until they were