Chapter 67: Ch 67 A talk and A cover
The Federation was not entirely led by short-sighted individuals obsessed with immediate gain. No—there were still people in power with vision. People who understood the long game.
And this—this was a quality he quite liked.
The Federation’s patience. Their ability to look beyond immediate gain.
It stood in stark contrast to certain others...
A flicker of memory stirred within him—of his past self, from the life before reincarnation. He had once placed his trust in the Emperor of the Terra Empire, a man he had believed to be a visionary, someone who saw the big picture. But he had been wrong—so terribly wrong.
That misplaced faith had cost him everything. He had fallen victim to their schemes—driven by their fear of his growing influence and the immense power he already wielded.
As the Supreme Marshal of the Terra Space Naval Forces, he stood equal to the Emperor himself. His lineage traced back to one of the oldest Archduke families, granting him not only noble blood but also legitimate political weight. His fame had spread across the Terra Empire, and this rise alarmed many—especially the royal family.
They feared he might one day claim the throne, not through rebellion, but by sheer presence and merit. Unwilling to even entertain that possibility, they devised a plan to erase him—no matter the cost. And the price would indeed be steep. They betrayed him, sending him on a mission of vital importance—one that impacted the stability and supremacy of the Terra Empire across the star sectors and beyond. But it was a trap, and it was there he met his end.
But it was a trap—and that’s where he met his end. And how that end came to be... well, he’d already told them about it, right?
—Signed, William
Just remembering that now as I mutter to myself with a sigh. How intense it was. How helpless I felt back then. It really made me feel, once again, how small I am without my power.
(Though it might sound like it was granted to me, you all know how hard I worked to gain it...)