Chapter 211
Before the regression, there were those who had stopped the Empire's blade with their bare bodies.
There were those who gave their lives for what they believed was right.
The continent's history was the trail carved out by people like that.
But they were never flawless human beings. Not noble saints, either.
They were simply full of contradictions, sometimes cruel, and perfectly willing to trample others, even themselves, for the sake of their cause.
Hailand's future prime minister, Arthur Winston.
He was one of those people.
A towering figure who, with a fiery temperament and bold resilience, had united a crumbling nation, stood against the Empire, and won.
If I ended his life here and now, would the Empire's future be better for it?