☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Klin closed the newspaper and fell into deep thought, closing his eyes and supporting his head with his hands. He pondered how effective these public bread executions really were for the imperial state apparatus. Ultimately, it's not the punishment itself that matters, but the certainty that it will inevitably and justly befall the wrongdoer. It would be much more useful to send the guilty to dig coal in the Frog Swamps, but alas, the opportunity to postpone or avoid one's fate always seems like a tempting morsel in the face of the immense fear of eternity. And what about the officials? They know that in case of a mistake, their lives will be irrevocably lost. Those of them who wouldn't even dare to think about personal gain will still lose all ambition and be terrified to take on the slightest responsibility. And the second group, who have already stepped onto the dark path, will not care about anyone or anything, because there is no salvation for them anyway. Truly, humanity keeps trying to achieve absolute justice, without understanding that relative justice can never become absolute. And if that's the case, what's the point of all these fake political games played with public funds? Even he, a simple mountaineer, can see that clearly. Humanity doesn't need fanatical SRI members, useless aristocrats, or gluttonous entrepreneurs. It only needs one, eternal, and unchanging ruler, whose mind is not subject to time, whose will is one and unbreakable, whose decisions are not subject to morality, but create it themselves. An eternal emperor... or empress. With these thoughts, the knight returns to help the other servants at the villa, where they finish the leftovers from the royal table, and after the evening training, he hurries to go to bed before the Sunday meeting.