The Martial Unity

Rui stared at her dumbfounded.

He couldn't believe that she had such an absurdly ambitious dream.

Set off a new age?

An age of sailors?

"With all due respect, Your Highness, that's a pipe dream," Rui heaved a sigh.

"Do you truly believe that, Senior Quarrier?" She stared at him. "An age is defined by the most characteristic trait in that age, and in this era, that is Martial Art. If ambition for the ocean one day drives Kandria, and then it will also eventually impact East Panama. That is how powerful and influential our country is."

Rui heaved a tired sigh. "Your Highness, you are far more extreme than I had imagined or been informed."

"Hah, I have only divulged a greater fraction of my ambition today due to the historic event. However, I do have dreams that I will fulfill as Empress."

that so?" Rui shook his head lightly. "Your ambitions will definitely cripple many and potentially bring this nation to ruin. Do you think it is appropriate for an Empress

the largest fuel for growth after necessity and fear," She firmly pushed back. "Would you rather we grow only when we need to or out of fear, or would you rather we grow out of ambition? Look at you. You're a Martial Artist driven by powerful personal ambition. Look at where it got you.

to admit that she was quite rhetorically effective. It was not easy for him to dismiss the argument when he most certainly was driven by ambition and owed his success to his unrelenting drive to fulfill an ambition that

difference between personal and political

too much of a fundamental disconnect between them. He could keenly tell that whatever rationalization she had cooked up was ad hoc and came after

with her, which, of course, was obvious.

disappointed, frustrated even. Who could have thought that something as uncontroversial on the surface as focusing on the seafaring and maritime industry would end up being so extreme that it was just almost as undesirable as some of the other princes and princesses that he

forced between someone like Prince Randal and her, he would still reluctantly choose her. But he wanted a candidate he could

shame that you don't seem receptive to my politics," She nonchalantly remarked. "After all that you did to help me in restraining

seem very

that agreement based on an incomplete understanding of my ambitions. It's not your fault since

to the point

the least disagreeable out of all the seven prime candidates," Princess Ranea smirked. "Join me, Rui Quarrier. Your Martial Art. Your talent. Your magical knowledge. Your mind. Lend them to me.

"And if I support you, you