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Your Majesty—we have finally conquered the continent. So let us drink wine and feast now. Since there is nothing left to invade, you say, "There is nothing left to invade but the moon"? Surely, you aren't planning to conquer the moon as well, Your Majesty? I wonder if aliens on Mars will be invading us soon. Your Majesty, we have no rockets. We do, however, have a few slaves. Your Majesty, shall I command the slaves to develop a rocket? Or shall we ascend to the moon using their mana? If we build a tower, will Your Majesty be satisfied? Or shall we tell the people that we have been invaded? That would certainly motivate them. It took some time, but I have completed the tower that will satisfy Your Majesty. This tower is certainly high. Your Majesty, looking down from this height, your empire looks so small. In the end, Your Majesty will die in this tower without a single person left to kill. Then, you will fall from such a height that the slaves won't even be visible. Your Majesty, there is nothing left to invade, and there will be no one left to kill in the sky. When you die, who will manage your beautiful creation? You'll leave it to your subjects? To those incompetent bastards? You seem indifferent to whatever I say, are you too tired to even speak? Your Majesty, looking from this height, your great achievements have never looked so fragile. "By the side of the Great Emperor, I hope this empire—will endure forever."