He didn't like the idea of the governors leaving their territories for such a purpose, but he was glad that they came.
"You wouldn't understand," Kingsley replied as he looked at the big question mark looming over his race.
In both power and racial tier, it was clear that he had long since surpassed the standard levels of a human. He could have joined the many protagonists on their quest to find their place, but his place was painfully clear: he was above all; he was the Emperor.
There was nothing else to seek. Looking at the now drunk and carefree governors around him, Kingsley simply smiled. His work was clearly cut out for him.
An empire was the last thing he had wanted. He had dreamed of a small castle town, something easier to defend and manage.
However, an empire was the quickest way to expand his territory and grow it as much as he desired without encountering any issues.
