At nightlight - 'I' woke up.

At the beginning of the sublimation, the consciousness is foggy, immersed and in the great source, only the endless light and heat can be felt to shock the soul, as if all the prayers and curses of the world are poured into the mind.

Such days lasted for an unknown amount of time, and in the chaos of chaos, in the countless divine whistling that tore at consciousness, 'I' gradually found my name little by little.

- I am the Emperor, I am the Lord of the Hergamos Empire, I am the head of the House of Delmond, I am the one who exterminated the orcs, the monarch who suppressed all darkness, I have slain the enemy on the battlefield, I have broken the army alone, I am one of the most powerful legends in the world.

- I am Israel Delmond, the heir of the god of justice and power, and the original 'Ascending God in the Human Body' of the Starfall Era.

[I am a strong man]

All the information gradually became clear in the memories, immersed in the endless impact of information, I regained my self-knowledge, and the individual 'Israel' gradually regained my self - but because of this, more serious and obscure questions came one after another than 'who am I'.

I am the successor of the god of justice and power, the protector of civilization, and I am the creator, maintainer and improver of order.

So.

Justice, what is it?

Power, what is it?

And what is the civilization of order?

When the question came to my mind, endless confusion arose.

INTERVIEWER What is justice, is there a consensus among the majority?

- What is might, and is the oppression of the strong over the weak?

-- What is the civilization of order, is it the strong cutting off the weak, the majority subduing the minority, and the truth triumphing over ignorance?

For a moment, I was speechless and unable to answer, something too erratic could not be used as an answer, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that my consciousness was drifting away, my spirit was in a trance, and the soul called 'Israel' wandered in the infinite flames, gradually sinking into the eternal light.

If it were an ordinary person, it would have been like this, gradually assimilated by the warm flame, quietly sinking into the sea of flames, and becoming part of the great source of eternal infinity.

But the walls called memory, faith, and will block the assimilation of the flames, and the light that forms the core of 'me' belief shines brightly, awakening the trance-like soul.

- Wake up, Israel. These are questions that you have already been answered and firmly believe in.

Remember.

So, 'I', reminiscing about the past, the image of the long past comes to mind, making me feel as if I have returned to the time more than 40 years ago, when I was naïve and innocent, and I didn't know the suffering of the world.

That was the end of the 799th year of the star fall, the year of decline.

At that time, I was still young, my father and brother were here, my mother was gentle and kind, the ministers were courteous, the communication between nobles and nobles was elegant and appropriate, and the inhabitants of the imperial capital lived in peace and contentment, and lived a good life, completely ignorant of suffering.

At that time, I firmly believed in justice and justice, glory and code, I firmly believed that the army was the iron fist that protected the people, that the nobility was the shield that protected the common people, that sacrifice would be rewarded and that what was paid would be rewarded, that the mighty knights would protect the weak people and lead civilization to expand its territory in the Black Forest—I believed in all this, just as I believed in the truth, which I regarded as life, even higher than life.

At that time, I was so proud and proud to have been born into the royal family, and I thought that I was the guardian of all the people, and it was my natural calling.

- But I was wrong.

At that time, I was so naïve and simple, and my beliefs were so weak and ridiculous - as a prince, I was born in the deep palace, raised in the hands of a woman, my father was the emperor of the empire, the lord of the great powers, and my mother was a frontier nobleman.

In such a garden, in such a greenhouse, my future is naturally full of brightness, glory and praise, they have educated me to be the most virtuous knight, but also I do not know half of the suffering of the people, I do not know the sorrow of the peasants - those are not things I need to know, as the second son of the imperial family, I only need to become a strong man, in the future to protect my brother, to protect the glory of the bloodline, to carry on the family name, to make the name of Delmond shine like a flawless diamond.

I thought this was my future.

- Wrong - all wrong.

It all started that afternoon at the end of the year 799. In the year of decline, the imperial capital played a lament, all the flags fell, the court of Morlay Palace was filled with a bloody shadow, and the greatest disaster of the Helgamos Empire for more than 700 years came - the orcs gathered all the elite and strong men, raided the fortress of Thomas Grand Canyon on the imperial border, the imperial emperor who patrolled here was killed on the spot, and the imperial prince who supervised the army in the rear fortress was also assassinated by the 'orc strongman'.

In the palace, the shadows rose and fell, the eldest princess closed the door for three days due to sadness, and when it was opened again, it had become a corpse, the queen lost her husband in less than half a week, the eldest son and the eldest daughter, the whole person became crazy, and was forced to be sent into the deep palace, and almost instantly lost the protection of his parents, brother and eldest sister, the 'second son', who was forced to take over the banner of 'revenge', and was sent to the front line by the "grieving" ministers and nobles, and faced the orc royal court elite army with the momentum of great victory.

The strong and the weak, the strong and the weak, the righteous and the evil...... Everything was turned upside down in an instant, and when 'I' rode a war horse in confusion and left the Imperial Capital with a small group of knights, I was greeted by the 'Green Blood Plague' that was about to cover the entire Northwest Plains, and had poured down from the Tatarus Plateau.

At that time, I did not understand the intrigues, my heart was filled with the anger of justice, overflowing with the spark of revenge, and I firmly believed that this battle would be won, and that the empire would be united in its ability to drive out foreign enemies and promote the prestige of the country, and that I would be able to avenge my parents and brothers and comfort their spirits in heaven.

Until reality shatters the fantasy.

The raging fury was completely extinguished by the icy water.

As I galloped along the road to the front with the knights, I saw a village.

The charred villages, with no ruins left, and the poorly dressed villagers heard the footsteps of the knights, and fled in all directions like frightened birds, and the frightened looks were ridiculous, and the knights on my side laughed rudely, but my heart suddenly fell into an ice cave after a moment of unexplained doubt.

- this is within the borders of the Empire, far from the front; This is the hinterland of the empire, and there are no orcs; This is within the borders of the Empire, and there is no rear of the enemy - in that case, why are the villages of the Empire burned and the people of the Empire displaced?!

I roared angrily, trying to ask the villagers, but when the villagers saw me coming, they fell to their knees in despair, closing their eyes, as if they were not the knights who were protecting them, but the demons who brought death and fear, and some even stretched their necks, as if to make it easier for me to draw their swords.

"No, I'm asking why, why do you ......"

The knights held me back, numb, mocking smiles, but never really laughing, and the knights, whose expressions were uglier than crying, blocked my attempts to question the villagers, and they dragged me away from the burned village.

"It should be caused by the rout, Your Highness, don't worry too much, we still have to hurry."

"Yes, after so many years, these villagers who still live around the frontier should have long been used to it...... If you don't move away, you deserve it. ”

"Alas, our end may not be better than that of these villagers, they can at least eat some bark, and when we get to the front line, I am afraid that we will be eaten as a snack by the orcs."

"Let's go, let's go, alas, these young masters who don't know the sufferings of the people, after so many years, what's so strange about it......"

The knights' gossip was mixed with complaints, explanations, and helpless self-deprecation, and an older knight stopped the small commotion, and he said to me quite calmly: "Your Highness, such a village is on the periphery of the frontier, not a thousand but eight hundred, and if you can't sympathize with it, let's rush to the fortress of Clay before winter, otherwise ......"

At that time, I didn't listen carefully to the knights' subsequent explanations.

I just saw that the villager who had closed his eyes in despair, after seeing us leave, after seeing us leave as demons in his heart that brought about death, the villager who had stretched his neck on his own initiative actually wailed and cried—his cry was terrible and mournful, and this cry seemed to question why he did not even give them an easy, escaping death, why he had let them live after having been deprived of everything, so miserable and desperate, without the slightest hope of living.

I was well educated, and my father always told me that the people were the cornerstone of the empire.

They pay taxes, serve, and give everything for the country, and the army of the empire confronts the orcs on the front line, and every bit of food and every resource consumed is obtained by countless citizens who have worked hard and paid countless blood and sweat. It is the thousands of villages, towns, all the residents, farmers, hunters, craftsmen and selflessly give everything for the empire, that allows the soldiers on the front line to withstand the onslaught of the orcs for hundreds of years, invasion after invasion.

However, such a people are being plundered and humiliated by their own people, and such a hard-working and all-giving people, because they are weak and have no strength, are burned and plundered by the defeated army, and become the object of their fear and defeat and depression, and it sounds as if they have suffered more than once, again and again, at the hands of their own people.

I could see that in addition to fear, there was an unforgettable hatred in the eyes of the villagers—they hated the Empire, they hated the soldiers, they hated the invading orcs, they hated everything, including the world.

It shouldn't be like this.

The relationship between the strong and the weak, the protection and devotion of glory, should not be like this.

"Israel, this is the truth of the Empire."

Teacher Nostradamus - He is also in this knight squad. The middle-aged mage rode a horse, alongside me, and said calmly: "Years of war have caused the weak to be exploited and oppressed endlessly, and the front-line soldiers have also suffered heavy casualties, and the service standards have been lowered again and again. ”

"But even so, the nobles in the rear are still singing and dancing, holding dinner parties for one inexplicable reason after another, eating enough wealth for a month of front-line soldiers to eat in one meal, and even a simple prince like you can be taught in the ruthless royal family - what a big joke."

The pungent language pierced my heart, and I was so angry at the time, but not because I was being sarcastic...... Nostradamus was my teacher, he had been teaching me since I was a child, but before today, he had never told me this, he had told me the truth about the Empire, and it made me feel deeply betrayed.

But the teacher laughed at my naivety - he didn't say it before, he couldn't say it, and he didn't want to say it, he was just the prince's teacher, just an ordinary Jiyi mage, above him, there were other royal mages, and other Jiyi level powerhouses, he had no rights, no strength, and his life experience was an ordinary person among ordinary people - he didn't even have a surname, he purely relied on his own efforts, step by step, to get to the present.

So of course he knew that it didn't make sense to talk to a living prince before, and he would even put himself in calamity...... Unless this muddy little guy grows up, he has the consciousness and conviction to take control of his own destiny and become a ......

"Israel, you need to be emperor."

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