Saleen was feeling glum. He realized that he had never bothered to reign supreme on the mainland. He already had Raphael's interdimensional space in his possession—a place with no gods and nothing to hold him back. When he was done with the business with the Goddess of Myers, he would not bother returning to Myers Mainland.
He was a mage and had no intention of becoming emperor. That was something no one could ever fathom. They always thought he would have taken the entire mainland for himself. That had never been his goal. Fundamentally, he was still the same old Saleen, the Saleen who had wanted little more than food in his belly and magic to practice.
He never bothered fighting for all those things and yet people were constantly spilling blood over things that he never wanted. He thought Grand Duke Iron Blood would have been someone with a personality, but from the looks of things, he was a boorish bore.
