Chapter 212
Arthur Winston returned safely to his homeland, Hailand.
He had two or three more bags than when he had left. All of them were gifts from the Empire.
"......"
He sat quietly at his study desk, gazing at the framed photograph on top of it.
Arthur, his wife, and his daughter Sara, posed together with the Empire's great actor Leonard.
The deep academic conversations with Professor Arnolt. The dazzling, startling aesthetic of the completely renovated Arte Museum. A dining experience at Lilac Vita he would never forget for the rest of his life.
By virtue of carrying Maximilian's personal signature, the Winston family had been lavished with hospitality by everyone in the Empire.
Yet Arthur's own one-line verdict on Maximilian the man was this: he is dangerous.
He is a dangerous man. The way a celebrated leader is more dangerous than a tyrant no one can reason with. The way a general respected by his enemies is more dangerous than a commander respected by his own.