Chapter 26: Chapter26-I, the Strongest President

For most of his life, he had been nothing more than an ordinary farmer and butler.

Not wealthy, but content. Especially once the young Leo became village chief—he had faithfully assisted him, handling all manner of village affairs.

As the small village slowly grew into a proper town, his pride matched Leo’s. Dalton Town’s prosperity bore his mark too.

He thought that one day, when his old bones could no longer work, he would be buried peacefully in Dalton’s soil.

Until that day.

Day turned to night, and stars descended.

He suddenly realized that the Leo he had followed for decades—diligent, wise, and different from common men—was in truth a godlike being, creator of worlds.

Even so, upon the rise of this new Dalton Town, Leo still trusted him, still placed authority in his hands.

He had thought that with Dalton’s population exploding and strong figures emerging, he would be left behind, perhaps even replaced as the Grey family’s butler.

Instead, Leo transformed his very talent, granted him divine codices, and now—appointed him Vice President of Dalton Town, seat of millions.

The leap staggered him.

It was a glory his ancestors could never have dreamed of.

…

Finally, Leo’s gaze turned to Elarielle.

Three millennia had only deepened her beauty—otherworldly, sacred, tempered with wisdom beyond compare.

“Elarielle.”

“I am here, my lord.”

She stepped forward gracefully, bowing slightly.

“You are appointed Secretary-General of Dalton, acting President in my stead, and permanent Headmaster of Dalton Academy.

You are granted full authority to allocate resources, chart development, and make appointments—reporting only after the fact.

In my absence, you are Dalton’s highest decision-maker.”

The hall erupted in shock.

Though she had long managed the city’s affairs, this formal appointment—and its sweeping power—still left all astounded.

“Magnar, Vice President. Elarielle, Secretary-General. Together you shall guide daily governance, direct departments, and execute policy—the arms of efficiency and action.”

Both bowed deeply, accepting with solemnity.

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“Second: Legislative Power.”

Leo’s tone grew stern.

“It shall belong to the High Council. Its duty does not stem from the will of any one man or family, but from the shared responsibility for Dalton Town’s people and its future.

The Council shall deliberate, enact, and amend the City-State Charter, as well as all laws.

No executive order or judicial ruling may contradict the Charter or the Council’s law.”

Eyes lit with understanding.

This meant Dalton would be guarded not by a man’s whim, but by eternal rules.

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“Third: Judicial Power, independent of executive and legislative.”

Leo’s voice carried like iron.

“It shall rest with the Supreme Court and its system. Based on the Charter and the Council’s laws, it shall judge disputes, punish crime, defend fairness and justice.

Judges shall be chosen by strict selection and Council review. Once appointed, they cannot be dismissed save by grave legal cause and arduous impeachment. Thus shall independence be preserved.”

The triad of powers unfolded in their minds like a grand magical diagram—cooperative yet checking, intricate and enduring.

Its brilliance awed even Elizabeth, princess of a galactic empire.

Her Luminous Empire was the epitome of absolute monarchy. For all its cycles of power, its structure had remained unchanged.

Even if she sat upon its golden throne, she would rule only within that frame, hoping to prolong the empire’s survival.

But now, hearing Leo’s vision beyond monarchy, she felt it divine.

If there was any flaw, it lay only in the man himself—for his will stood above all.

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But Leo had thought of balance.

That was why, among countless systems of his past life, he chose this one—best fit for this world.

He could, with his strength, build a perfect utopia where all trained without worry.

But he knew: no eagle soars from a life of comfort.

Nor could he personally govern every detail of Dalton.

After decades of struggle, it was time to live differently.

Thus he designed this system, ensuring even in his absence, Dalton could thrive.

It was not whimsy, but foresight.

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“I must stress one thing.”

Leo’s gaze turned to the towering Spire of Heaven.

“Whether wisdom for lawmaking, justice for judging, or efficiency for governance—the root is one.

Education. Knowledge. The cultivation of talent.”

His voice rose, sharp with decision.

“Therefore—Dalton Academy shall not merely teach magic.

It shall be the cradle of statesmen, the sanctum and heart of Dalton.

Councilors, judges, and high officials must bear its education.

The Academy shall teach law, politics, economics, administration, arcane philosophy, history, art—not only war-magic.

Only those who understand Dalton’s ideals, laws, and spirit, armed with true knowledge, may govern this city.”

Gasps swept the hall, then silence deepened into awe.

By tying Academy to the core of power, Leo decreed knowledge above bloodline or force.

The Academy would be the soil from which the future sprouted.

Elarielle’s eyes blazed with radiance.

She understood instantly: Leo had raised the Academy to the very axis of Dalton’s soul.

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