For three days, Bright City—the heart of the Holy Light Empire and the center of the Light Church—was swept by a bloody purge.
The Black Moon Kingdom had entered Bright City. The Holy Light Empire had fallen, and the Black Moon Kingdom had taken its place as the second unified empire since the Molta Empire. The tide could not be turned.
Butuo XVII was already preparing to crown himself emperor and rename the Black Moon Kingdom the Black Moon Empire once the remaining resistance across the Holy Light Empire had been crushed.
It would be the greatest glory in the history of the Black Moon Royal Family!
The Spellcaster Alliance, however, posed a problem. It had always been a loose coalition, held together only by Merlin's overwhelming influence.
Now that the Light Church, the greatest threat to the Spellcaster World, no longer existed, many Spellcasters wanted to leave. Merlin made no particular effort to stop them.
Meanwhile, the Black Moon Kingdom quietly courted some Spellcasters. If it was to succeed the Molta Empire, its own strength had to surpass that of the Spellcaster Organizations.
Otherwise, those organizations would remain a source of instability. At the height of the Molta Empire, a Great Monarch had stood behind it. With such power keeping everyone in check, no Spellcaster had dared challenge the royal family of Molta.
"Mage Merlin, thank you for your support. Without it, the Black Moon Empire could never have come into being."
Butuo XVII had successfully crowned himself the first emperor of the Black Moon Empire. He was riding high. Founding such a vast empire was an achievement that eclipsed every king in the Black Moon Kingdom's history.
He might even change the rules governing how long the Royal Elder Council could interfere with a king's reign. None of