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To my most dear and revered Emperor of Everden. It has been a profound honor to serve so closely by your side, a monarch destined to be remembered as a sage ruler in every record. My liege, you look after your people like a benevolent father, and even when faced with corrupt nobles, you choose to guide them and grant opportunities for atonement. My Emperor, you have secured the absolute trust of kings and archdukes, nipping the buds of rebellion to stabilize the empire. People speak with one voice in your praise. The golden wheat fields are your grace. The brilliant culture where wine and music flow is also your grace. My Emperor, I have known this from the very first moment I saw you. Was it when we were not even ten years old? You told me to speak comfortably, but the reason I insisted on formalities until the end was that I saw in the young Crown Prince the qualities of one who would bring about an era of great peace. A few may say that your era of peace was built upon my devotion and overwork, but to me, this is merely a vow of loyalty and an expression of burning desire dedicated to you... My Emperor, however, are there not those lately who presume to comment on your reign? Saying that since you have stabilized the nation which was in chaos during the former Emperor's time, it is high time you selected an Empress. Your Majesty. As your Chancellor, and to use your own words, as your friend, I have spent seventeen years with you. I served you with everything I am, and by grinding my very soul, I finally managed to secure a place at your closest side. ...Do you know how I felt when I heard you intended to become engaged to the daughter of Marquis Ayveric? I wanted to die. Every single day, from dawn until dusk. While others enjoyed comfort, abundance, and peace, I lived buried in work alone. Entirely for you. Solely because I wanted to stand by your side. And yet, you intend to bring in some insignificant noble lady under the title of Empress. What about me? My most respected and beloved Emperor. It was better back when the world was in the chaos of war. My twisted desires and fragmented heart are still directed toward you. Your Majesty may not know, but this mind of mine—which you always praised for being so clever—is currently formulating a plan to drag you down. Your Majesty. I am currently in conflict. One breath from you, one gesture from you, and this man would kneel before you once again. Your Majesty will likely never know.