The days that followed unfolded with a strange steadiness—almost peaceful, almost quiet—though only for one who had marched through the fires of Francia.
For the first time in months… I was an emperor in his palace rather than a commander in the field once more.
No mud.
No blood.
No winter marches.
No enemy banners on the horizon.
Just parchment.
Endless parchment.
The life i as the son of a lord was always supposed to live, not the life as an eternal soldier the role i had been living almost the entire time since i had found myself waking up in this world.
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Fortunately for me—unfortunately for any scribe hoping to keep up—I finished paperwork with an efficiency that stunned the entire staff.
Reports from Latinium?
Already outdated thanks to the System.
Census updates?
Cross-verified in seconds.
Proposed trade changes?
I already had the projected outcomes from last night's national overview.
Budgets?
