“Yukiki! You were so, so, so cool! Good job!”
“Master so cool!”
“Yes...very imposing.”
“Thanks, girls. Hearing you say that makes all my hard work worth it.”
The girl gang had been watching the whole thing. The wraith sisters nodded in enthusiastic agreement with Iluna’s, Shii’s, and En’s excited remarks.
Yes, yes, nice work, me. I’d done my best to think everything through as much as possible, so in this moment, it felt like all my efforts had paid off.
Then, it was the adult gang’s turn to throw in their two DP.
“I know you have always been this way, but even on a stage as grand as this, you are unsurprisingly unafraid.”
“Isn’t that the truth! One thing you don’t lack is guts, Mr. Yuki.”
“If it were me, I’d be so scared that I wouldn’t be able to talk right...”
“As for me, I very much doubt I could even speak.”
“Ha ha! Honestly, I don’t care about all these spectators. They might as well be cardboard cutouts just there for display.”
It didn’t matter to me what the audience or any others thought of me. The only people whose opinions I cared about were my family. As long as I had them, that was all I needed. Plus, I’d gotten pretty used to putting on that type of arrogant performance while I’d been emperor.
“Forget all that, though. What we need to focus on is—drumroll, please...the Magic Festa! That’s gonna be one helluva show too, so definitely enjoy it.”
And so, the Magical War Games began.
I had officially passed the throne on. The head of the country was once more one of its own. While other nations would continue to intervene for the next few decades, the people of Reauxgard had now secured an opportunity to take national affairs back into their own hands.
By the way, regarding dungeon-related matters, which were obviously important to me, I’d only given Alveiro the same level of authority I’d granted to the Demon King. I felt kinda bad about that, but not bad enough to change my mind. He had control over spaces I’d created in the empire, similar to the meadow area back home.
While some folks knew that this country’d been built on a dungeon, few knew exactly what that meant. The long line of emperors had kept everything on that front supersecret, and Alveiro himself didn’t seem to know much about it either, so he could just develop the country like it was a normal one. Of course, I’d help if anything happened, but this was a necessary precaution for me. I had no intention of relaxing that policy, no matter how many decades or centuries passed. Sorry not sorry.
I had a good feeling this country would be fine, though. Because of Alveiro. Even when up against the other rulers, formidable and capable as they were, he’d probably be able to hold his own. That man had the intelligence, courage, and tenacity to do so. Sure, not everything would go smoothly from the start, but if problems arose, I knew he’d be able to deal with them.
And if the Reauxgard Empire grew and the population increased, that meant more DP for me. So for my sake, do your best to make this place flourish, bud!