Nothing is truly over.

The Emperor had devised two plans, and both were endgames with no turning back.

The world war was an obvious one. No matter how powerful the Empire was, waging war against the entire world would inevitably lead to defeat. Even if he miraculously succeeded in uniting the world, it would be an unsustainable victory. That was why the most crucial element of this plan was the goddess’s power.

And if he failed to seize that power, even if the war ended in victory, the Empire would not be able to maintain its control for long.

The second plan, the one he devised after recognizing my existence, was the same.

It wasn’t as overtly destructive as setting the world on fire, but it disregarded international relations entirely. Marching through Belvur and striking at the heart of the Holy Nation—an act that would mock the very faith that governed it—was an act of terror.

A terrorist act committed by none other than the highest authority of the Empire.