4th February, Space Era Years 93
At merely sixteen years of age, Aelyzabeth von Thors astonished the cosmos once more.
Her scientific creation, Schemunker, received formal recognition from the Central Academy of Sciences of New Hope. The vessel was capable of eradicating a deadly virus that had claimed millions of lives—leaving no toxic residue, and passing every safety standard ever set.
From that moment onward, the disease that had once cursed humankind vanished from society within mere months.
Her name was immortalized as "The Savior of the Century."
Soon after, she achieved yet another impossible feat—winning the Nobel Prize in Literature for the fourth consecutive year. Her works, exploring the conflict between science and morality, captivated the entire world with the profound intellect and mystique of this young prodigy.
During a press conference following the ceremony, a reporter stood and asked:
"Lady Aelyzabeth, if you were to choose one empire in human history that you most admire, which would it be?"
The young woman fell silent for a moment, then replied in a calm yet resolute voice:
"I admire an empire from the twentieth century—one whose leader transformed his people into a single will.
Though history condemns it as cruel, I see it as proof of the unshakable faith a nation held in itself."
Her words sent a shockwave through the press hall.She did not name the empire—but everyone knew what she spoke of.
Murmurs rippled through the room. Some were stunned, others speechless. Yet the supporters of the National Party erupted in thunderous applause, their faith burning brighter than ever.
That same night, in the capital city of Bistach, Walter von Yigzorch, spokesman of the National Party, stood before tens of thousands gathered in the Grand Plaza.
"Citizens of New Hope!""Today, our leader—Lord Aelyzabeth Thors—has reminded us of the power of national conviction!There once was an empire that rose from ruin and forged a new order for the world.History may have written it in blood, yet none can deny—it was an empire that dared to believe in itself!"
The crowd roared in response, the sound of steel drums echoing through the plaza as the party's banners rippled beneath the artificial night.
"We shall not follow the path of past evils—but we shall inherit the strength of their faith!We shall build a new civilization founded upon honor, dignity, and the grandeur of humankind!"
Then, as one, the supporters rose and performed the Thorsian Salute—a Roman-style gesture with arms raised forward at forty-five degrees, symbolizing unity and devotion.The square became a sea of movement and sound, illuminated by the red of banners and the white of hope.
That night's rally would be remembered as the Declaration of Faith—the moment the National Party transcended politics and became a living ideology,a movement whose echo would resound across the stars for generations to come.
Thus ends Chapter B-XIII.