He was terrifyingly prepared.
Though perhaps more than prepared, he was gambling. And now, that gamble had turned into foresight—for what was once speculation, even wishful thinking, had indeed become reality.
Just as Duke Flexy was pondering this, his thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the Star Emperor.
He quickly looked up. "Yes, my Emperor?"
The Star Emperor spoke with a calm but heavy tone:
"Though this plan of mine could bring success… it remains our last resort."
"Yes, I can persuade the Dark Elven Empire and even the Mountain Dwarves to go along with our course of action. But the Forgers' Guild and the Alchemy Accord? They won't agree. They're too large. Galactic powers, both of them, with influence across multiple galaxies. And to them, reputation is everything."
"Even if they risk losing access to the Holy Region, they would accept that loss rather than stain their reputation or break their sacred codes. For them, pride outweighs opportunity."
