Chapter 324

“We need an enemy.”

Before the founding of Cordis, Cordisias gathered the Eight Gods.

“When we defeated the thirteen Ancient Gods, our country was the most vibrant and healthy.”

“But there is only us on this planet.”

“So we must be hostile.”

Cordisias raised a finger.

The place he pointed to was far to the west.

“Hireium, go to the West.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Hireium did not ask further.

The ‘Last Slave’ was an exceptionally brilliant Man-God.

He deeply understood the Emperor’s will and decided to follow it.

“Ahmena Eln Yade Asmir, you go to the East.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Ahmena Eln Yade Asmir also bowed her head deeply.

She always had a strong rebellious temperament.

However, she was always loyal to the ‘Last Emperor’.

She did not particularly like her hometown in the East, but if it was the Emperor’s command, she had to follow it.

“As you know, you have no reason to obey me.”

The Emperor said.

He is the leader of the Eight Gods.

However, he had never tried to exercise coercive force on the other Man-Gods.

Cordisias originally held a long-standing hostility towards power itself, and after Headkar’s ruin, he became even more cautious.

“It is even more so after today.”

Cordisias raised his hands.

He pointed to the west with his left hand and to the east with his right hand.

“I will rule my country, and you will rule your countries. I will suggest and ask you, but you have no obligation to comply.”

“But we will follow.”

Hireium answered firmly.

Ahmena Eln Yade Asmir also nodded.

“We wanted to obey you.”

“I do not want that.”

“That is why we intend to obey even more.”

“I consider you friends.”

“So do we. Having watched you for 300 years, you are a very trustworthy and excellent friend.”

“…….”

Cordisias felt shy anew.

He couldn’t even laugh awkwardly and changed the subject.

“Beila Beile.”

“Yeah.”

The Last Clown grinned.

“What request are you going to ask of me?”

“I do not want to ask any of you.”

The Emperor’s voice is gentle.

“You have too much affection. You were the most upset about this matter too. Ever since Lacrosha, I have only felt sorry towards you all along.”

“…My pride is hurt. I’m a god in my own right too. Ask me anything, even if it’s trivial.”

“Then please travel around the whole world.”

The ‘Last Clown’ moved his eyebrows as if intrigued.

“A thousand years later, the time will come for Zionis to judge everything. Even so, a thousand years is long. So I need you.”

“…….”

“I ask you to inform me from the low places if there are cries we missed somewhere, or silent outcries dying away.”

“Gladly.”

The clown grinned.

Yet his gaze was resolute.

“I will become the voice shouting towards the high places, Your Majesty.”

“It’s been a very long time since you called me Your Majesty, Beila.”

“Is that so?”

“300 years.”

The Emperor smiled brightly.

“By the way, you lost the bet 300 years ago. When are you going to give me the five bottles of Plzeneus wine you promised then?”

“…Look here, Your Majesty. Humanity perished, so the Plzeneus vineyard disappeared.”

“Then calculate the interest and pay me back with ten bottles of better wine.”

“Good grief….”

The clown giggled.

“Seeing you make jokes, you must have found some leeway.”

“Do you hate the sight?”

“No. It is the best thing for a clown.”

The Emperor patted Beila’s shoulder.

“How is Lacrosha these days?”

“After aging for 300 years, she has come to speak too. But she doesn’t remember me.”

Beila Beile made a sniffling sound.

It was a terrible pure love.

His childhood friend became a horned white snake 300 years ago.

Beila still cannot forget her.

“I intend to let her live on her own now. Somewhere like a valley.”

“Is that so?”

Ahmena Eln Yade Asmir intervened.

She did not want to let the Emperor feel guilt.

“Your Majesty.”

“Speak.”

“Then are we splitting up now?”

“No. Only the places where we are will be different.”

The Emperor raised both hands.

Four on each side, he folded eight fingers.

“We will remain in the high places.”

Names of the high four.

Last Emperor.

Last Minister.

Last General.

Last Mage.

“And send you to the low places.”

Names of the low four.

Last Dancer.

Last Slave.

Last Clown.

Last Prisoner.

“…Even the ‘Last Prisoner’, His Highness Zionis too?”

“That child is lower than anyone.”

The Emperor felt anew that he was shameless.

While he himself is at the highest place, sending his son to the lowest place.

But it cannot be helped.

Because life always turns and meshes in ways that can never be defied.

“Now please go, my friends.”

Cordisias has a solemn voice.

He had no intention of acting solemn.

It was just that living with too heavy a burden for too long, he ended up forgetting light things.

He could not be light even if he wanted to act light now.

“I entrust the new millennium to you.”

***

A new country was established.

The name of the country was Cordis.

“I must be human.”

Cordisias was the Emperor.

“I must be human while being a god to rule correctly.”

And he decided to experience death.

“However, one cannot be human without experiencing death. So even though I am undying, I must taste death continuously.”

He separated his soul and body.

And decided to experience death continuously by transferring bodies among his descendants.

It was not an easy choice. Guilt rushed in.

He had to sacrifice his descendants endlessly to rule the empire.

“It is me.”

However, the guilt did not last long either.

He soon got used to it.

“It is always me. The Emperor of Cordis has never not been me.”

The 1st Emperor was him. The 2nd Emperor was also him. The 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th… and of course the next were also him.

“It must be me.”

He created a rule called the Imperial Succession War.

To make the process of selecting the next emperor seem fair.

So that no one would notice the ‘Last Emperor’ transferring bodies.

“Debius and Caseptus and Sen Sorti helped me.”

Debius and Caseptus did not transfer bodies.

They just always guarded the ‘Last Emperor’s’ side.

Sometimes in the darkness, sometimes appearing pretending to be young people, they moved history.

Sen Sorti was the same.

“Hireium also did his job well. He had very good skill in ruling.”

Hireium, the ‘Last Slave’ who went to the West.

He let several countries rise in the West.

The West felt fear and inferiority toward the Empire.

So it was easy for Hireium to rule them.

The ‘Last Slave’ called his tool for ruling the West the Dawn Brotherhood.

In the Western Dawn Brotherhood, people discussed endlessly, and Hireium watched them. That made the West not lose its balance.

“Ahmena Eln Yade Asmir… acted shamelessly. But the results were rather good.”

In the East, there is Ahmena Eln Yade Asmir.

She created a country called Horm and established a king and she often appeared before the public and bestowed God’s miracles.

But not excessively, only enough for the country to unite as one, only enough for people to be careful once before acting wickedly toward each other.

They believed in the existence of god.

However, they also frequently experienced God’s silence.

Between god and god’s silence, the people of Horm agonized for a long time.

Was it because of that, even though the land of Horm was barren, good and wise people appeared frequently instead.

“It was good days again.”

They achieved balance.

When human evil accumulated, they bestowed war, and when they cried out in lack, they filled the storehouses invisibly.

“Like that, 600 years passed.”

***

600 years since the founding of Cordis.

900 years since the Hotus Eight Gods became gods.

“Sen Sorti.”

“…Why, Cordisias?”

“I told you not to use that name.”

The woman said.

She was female, but she was the Emperor.

The first Empress of the Cordis Empire, the 33rd Emperor Aurelia Cordis Magnus.

“The current me is Aurelia.”

“…It’s awkward.”

Sen Sorti did not know how to treat him, no, her.

Her husband who had lived with her for 900 years suddenly became a woman.

Of all things, all the royalty suitable to transfer the body to in this generation were women.

“It’s awkward for me too. It’s my first time in a woman’s body.”

“Cordisias. You who ended up in a position transferring bodies… honestly, I don’t like it.”

She knows in her head.

With what heart Cordisias declared he would experience death.

What the frustration of using a human body despite having an undying soul is like.

He just has the heart to rule this country, humans, better.

However, knowing in the head does not mean the heart moves.

Even if Sen Sorti is a seven-star mage, or a god who has lived for nearly a thousand years, it is so.

“Especially this time, I was shocked.”

Sen Sorti looked askance.

The 33rd Emperor Aurelia had surprisingly beautiful golden hair.

There is even a rumor that the nickname Golden Emperor is not because of her economic achievements but because of her hair.

“I accepted having children with other women, but this time I shuddered thinking you were going to become a woman and give birth to a child yourself.”

“What on earth do you take me for?”

“A thousand-year-old monster, Your Majesty.”

“That applies to you too.”

“A monster couple. Even though we are a couple, both are women.”

Cordisias, that is Aurelia, smiled bashfully.

“I am not such a pervert. Do you not know me that well?”

“I know well. I’ve watched for 900 years.”

Sen Sorti pouted.

“The body you inhabit loses reproductive ability. So you transfer bodies only after the next emperor has given birth to a child.”

“Right. That is so.”

“Still, did it have to be a woman? If you looked further, there must have been at least one boy among distant royalty.”

“It had to be a woman.”

Aurelia covered her mouth and laughed.

Even that action was feminine, so Sen Sorti felt displeasure.

The ‘Last Emperor’ chose to be influenced by the body he transferred to.

Saying that is the way to know humans, their weakness, better.

“Weakness has sprouted inside me for 600 years. I intend to cut it off completely with this opportunity.”

“…Really?”

“Yes.”

“It will hurt.”

“It will hurt.”

Aurelia’s eyes flashed with golden light.

As if telling her not to forget that she is the ‘Last Emperor’.

“But it is necessary.”

“…….”

Sen Sorti bit her lip.

‘…It is right.’

She felt complexity.

It also meant suffering.

‘You are always right, Cordisias. Even while undergoing death dozens of times, you just want to rule people better.’

Still, Sen Sorti always wanted to ask.

‘But what about you? My Cordisias whom I loved and love, and want to love in the future, will he just disappear like that…? I cherish even your weakness….’

Sen Sorti swallowed the question that rose to her throat. It was to respect her husband’s choice.

If the ‘Last Emperor’ chose to bear it, the ‘Last Mage’ also had to do so.

“…The next generation.”

She forcibly changed the subject.

“Who do you intend to make the next generation?”

“The 31st grandson.”

“…That’s a bit distant.”

“So this Succession War will be a bit more splendid. So that trivial things are not discovered.”

I must cover their eyes.

Cordisias mentioned the rule called the Grand Convergence.

Sen Sorti nodded.

The Cordis Empire belongs to the Emperor.

The only thing that can defy the Emperor’s command is the Emperor’s command.

Yet from the 1st to the 33rd, every emperor is Cordisias. He had power like a god, and was actually a god.

“So this is the time.”

“The time?”

“You asked me before, didn’t you?”

Aurelia smiled with her eyes.

“Go to the North, and establish your country.”

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