"And that's how I want it to happen. Why can't you people trust my decision right now?"
"Because, my creator... Shouldn't you be the one sitting on that throne instead?"
"... Yeah, Speranza's right. While we're perfectly fine with Whitlea being the representative, we're just confused why you want to remain on the sidelines?"
"..."
They've finally succeeded with the first steps of their plans: the marching imperial forces that threatened to reconquer Polonia's lands had been completely annihilated, and the Empire itself had firmly been brought into their grasps...
The only thing left for them to do was to establish the new reign that was about to rule the empire as its figurehead; many of Novus' companions expected that, among all of them, it would be him who would take up the responsibility of bearing the throne and claiming the title of the emperor.
However, what he wanted instead was something drastically different...
Within the imperial throne room, Speranza, Thurien, Whitlea, and Novus were were currently discussing about the final matter they had on their hands, before they were about to proceed with the other, multitudes of plans they had in store.
"I mean, doesn't it make sense?" Novus inquired. "Whitlea's good with this kind of bureaucratic nonsense, and she can also influence their thoughts and minds when necessary. She'd practically make the perfect emperor... I mean empress..."
"... Well, you do have a point..."
"Fine, if that's what my creator wants..."
"..."
Unfortunately though, Novus had his own points that not even the Speranza and Thurien could deny right now, as not only were they aware that she did indeed have a somewhat better decision-making capability than Novus, but also, with the fact that she was capable of controlling the thoughts of the soldiers and citizens of the empire, Whitlea would similarly be a great candidate for taking up the position of the emperor.
Had Aldyth and Anastasia been there right now, they definitely would have firmly opposed the decision he made without an ounce of hesitation in their minds- he was the one who made this plan work after all, and anyone in the right mind could easily see that he would be the right candidate for taking up the vacant seat of power within the empire's ranks. Right now however, the 2 were busy with their fair share of tasks, with both of them currently asleep and recuperating back home, and Novus was all too aware that he shouldn't try to bother them too much right now.
"You look like you're a bit bothered right now though, Whitlea... Are you alright?"
"... It's nothing... I'm just..." Whitlea responded to Novus' question with a bit of hesitance. "... Are you really sure with what you're about to do?"
"... Why are you asking this in the first place?"
"Well... Who knows... You might regret it in the future or something...?"
Novus then put his hand on her shoulder as he made a reassurance. "I trust that you won't make me regret. You're pretty capable after all."
"... I see then..." A small smile formed on her usually neutral face. "... If you trust me that much, then I guess I'll just have to do my very best..."
"Great. Thank you so much, Whitlea."
"Hmph. By the way..." without warning, she would get dangerously close to him all of a sudden. "if you're going to make me do something so difficult again... Can't you at least give me a reward~?"
"... W-what kind of reward?"
The already present-grin on her lips seemingly grew a bit wider as she heard him stutter. "Well, I don't know... Are you going to let me decide for you, hm~"
"... F-fine, go ahead... Just don't ask for something that's too difficult..."
"My, that's not fair at all, but... Fine, I'll try not to make it too difficult, ahaha..." Whitlea replied while giggling a bit. "Now as for my reward..."
She then moved herself even closer to him, whispering teasingly into his right ear as she spoke.
"We're going to make you wear a butler's uniform for our little event later~ Surely, that wouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"
"..."
"Oh no you don't, my creator."
As Novus tried to flee the scene through the pair of wooden doors that led outside, Speranza and Thurien would chase after him and manage to grip him by the arms: a mischievous grin could be seen on both of their faces as they successfully prevented him from escaping, as Whitlea then walked towards Novus and got close to him again.
"The 3 of us know you hate wearing servant uniforms, dear~ so this'll be the perfect reward I can ask for." Whitlea said. "Besides, they won't be able to recognize you from the sheer height of the balcony, so don't worry... I'll also try not to make your outfit look too ridiculous, at the very least~"
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The citizens of the Empire had all gathered around the imperial palace for the speech of that was to be made by their new ruler: while all of them knew that their about-to-be emperor had forcefully seized the position from the previous one that once reigned over them all, not a single one of the people had the will to resist their new overlords, as they were already all too aware of the power they possessed and unleashed upon their armies all those ages ago...
"... W-What? Our new emperor's a woman?"
"How strange... And here I thought that our new emperor would be a man..."
From the balcony where the speech was about to be made, a refined lady with shadow-black hair and lilac eyes emerged as she looked down upon the crowds of people who were about to lay witness to her proclamations. Of course, many of the citizens had been rendered surprised with her appearance, as they all expected that the one who would become the new tyrant-in-store would be a man.
Beside her, however, were 3 other figures who seemed to be the woman's attendants: a white-haired figure with a white maid attire, and a pink-haired figure in a strange white outfit, both of whom were smiling jovially as they firmly held onto the shoulders of the seemingly-unwilling, butler-uniformed figure between them.
"People of Neugomia, hear my words..."
The voice from the woman came off as incredibly loud and booming, as even the people from the farthest corners of the tightly-packed crowd could audibly hear her voice without difficulties: it was almost as if her voice was naturally that powerful...
"My name is Whitlea... And from here on out... I shall be the new empress in charge of your lands..." the black-haired woman declared. "Worry not, for with my reign, I shall aim to right all the wrongs that your previous emperor had made..."
"And I shall also make sure to lead you to a golden age, where all of us can thrive in prosperity."