What else could Bazan say? Everything Mitsui said seemed perfectly sound. He had long been a trailblazer on this path, an experienced old driver!
He had even figured out how to resolve internal conflicts.
"Your Majesty is incredible!" Bazan had no choice but to be convinced. Indeed, with this arrangement, there could not possibly be any opposing voices. Combined with Mitsui's high-pressure rule, the people's spiritual support, and Dong Re's constant miracles, how could anyone oppose him?
He had originally thought this preference was bizarre, and Mitsui's policies even more bizarre. He had thought it would take dumb luck to implement them, but apparently not. There was logic behind it after all!
There really was logic behind it. What he did not know was that this had originally been the path the island nation's emperor would take in the future. The proper path would have been for him to become a deity himself and serve as the people's spiritual support. Mitsui truly deserved to be called the island nation's emperor; he was exceptionally skilled at this routine. It was just that he had gone farther and farther down the path of Dong Re! Instead of becoming a god himself, he had become a fanatical enthusiast.
But as the saying went, different paths led to the same destination. Ever since Mitsui became Dong Re's spokesperson, his position had become unshakable.
"There's nothing incredible about it. It's a small matter. It was all because the divine light of Great God Dong Re shone upon me that I achieved what I have today! There is no one left in Yamato who does not wear a green hat!" Mitsui was delighted by Bazan's flattery, though he still modestly brushed it off. What did this little achievement amount to? He intended to carry this beastliness