Komer nodded silently to himself. If he couldn't even see this point, sitting on the throne of the Lord of Nicosia would have been in vain.
Be it struggling for territory or for the world, in the end, it was a struggle for the hearts of the people. If one couldn't win the support of the populace of the territory, the rule established upon it would be like a tower built on sand, prone to collapse at any moment. Massive martial power could dominate for a while, but it wouldn't last. Only by conquering an opponent in the depths of the mind could one claim true success.
Thinking up to this point, Komer couldn't help but disdain Kennifer III, the one who brought him everything.
