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Chapter 588: 4th day

Words of a scripture

For once, Sol was not in his dimension but rather, he was walking outside and observing Lustburg. He had been able to bring more and more change to that place. Changes that were completely independent of the real world and while those changes were still small in scale, he knew that very soon, he would be able to manipulate his dimension as he wished.

His dimension’s control aside, Sol knew that he could not ignore the reality of the world and this was one of the reasons he was looking at Lustburg. At the end of the day, the reports he received could never really cover everything that needed to be known and this was in spite of Clara and Milia’s best efforts.

This was why Sol was not in the Capital at the moment. The Capital was safe and there was no unrest. People knew that even if worse came to worst, they would be protected by the Holy Territory of the Supreme Daughter.

The border though was a different matter. They were the ones that had been the most affected by the war and they were also the ones who were in need of more protection and reassurance.

“Where are we now?” He asked quietly as he observed the small city. In terms of size, it was only about a quarter of the capital, and the infrastructure made clear that it was definitely not as developed as the capital.

Spreading his awareness, he could see small crimes happening there and here as well as people begging for food on the street and hiding in the slum.

Sol frowned. He wasn’t so naive that he thought he could solve all the problems in the world. Much fewer problems such as poverty. But, even then, this was a little too much.

“Your Highness, this is the ex-Gorfard Duchy. This was undoubtedly the place that was touched the most by the war since there is no new proxy lord who can control the vacuum they left.”

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Milia, who was walking alongside Sol, explained calmly. Despite their best efforts, they had not been able to completely take care of the Duchy. Gorfard had always acted more like a criminal lord than a ruler and he had many dealing with the dark forces.

After his fall, the vacuum caused fight after fight to break out and Milia had been forced to send a few members of the crown’s shadow to eliminate all those with problematic behavior.

Sadly, after the war started, even the nobles had been causing small troubles. Those troubles were not high enough to kill them but when they all accumulated, their result was what could be seen.

The worst was that Gorfard’s territory was not even close to the battlefield but they were more chaotic than Milaris and Highland’s duchies who were all at the frontline.

“After the war, we will have many things to do. I have promised to give this place to the witches and it would be wrong of me to give them a problematic duchy.”

Sol doubted the witches were used to ruling over humans with no special power. He could already foresee much chaos when the handover happened. So it was necessary to decrease their workload.

“How is the creation of the school for officials going?”

Lustburg did have an academy. But as could be expected of a world of swords and magic, the academy only taught some basic skills when it came to reading and other such mundane topics. The rest of the lessons were focused on combat.

Another popular academy focused more on military tactics and formation but that academy was mainly focused on nobles rather than commoners.

What Sol needed now wasn’t that. What he needed were scholars who could improve the kingdom. He couldn’t only use undead for the administration forever, right?

Once Sol finished inspecting the duchy and a few more counties and baronies to have a deeper understanding of the situation he found himself standing on a small cliff with the light of the setting sun shining on his face.

The visit may have been short but it had been truly useful. The more Sol acted as a ruler and a leader the more ideas he had and the more he realized how important this duty was.

Being a ruler was not about what one wanted but what those you ruled needed. A true ruler could not be selfish and should always put the well-being of his domain over even his own desires. A ruler was a father, a mother, and a guardian.

“Every day I realize that I am really not cut to be a ruler.” This was nothing new. Sol had many times called himself a selfish prince. Because he knew that the security and the well-being of those he loved would always be put above the security of the kingdoms.

Was it fair? Not at all. His position, his power, and all the advantages he had in life were obtained because he was a prince. Because he was blessed. As a prince, he was born with a diamond spoon, received an education that peasants could only dream of, ate the best food, slept in the best bed, and was trained by the best warriors.

Looking at himself with his Eye of Akasha, Sol could see thousands or rather millions of small threads that were all attached to him. This was an inescapable Karma. A link that could never be severed.