The Martial Unity

"That will cause a civil war," Rui narrowed his eyes. "The Martial Union will not stand for being disenfranchised in such a manner."

"I shall not allow a war to unfold," The prince shook his head as he slowly extricated himself from the various sleeping children. "A civil war would harm the people of this nation more than anybody else."

"Then…"

"The path forward in this difficult dilemma is rather simple," He smiled, walking towards Rui, putting his hand on Rui's shoulder. "What is your name?"

"Rui. Rui Quarrier."

"Walk with me, Rui Quarrier," He told him.

As they walked through town, the many residents lined up the streets, calling out to him with loving adoration. He painstakingly took the time to smile and wave at them individually.

Rui eyed him with an intrigued expression.

Unlike the other prince, he didn't have a hint or shred of royal bearing. His chest wasn't puffed, nor was his chin raised high. He didn't have a measure of arrogance in his body language or demeanor. Yet it was difficult to take one's eyes off him. He possessed a strange luster about him that drew one's attention. He seemed to glow with light as though his skin was bioluminescent, as though the Sun's rays bounced off him harder and stronger than they did everything else. His mere presence was comforting and soothing.

His accepting, warm eyes conveyed welcoming love to everyone in the embrace of its gaze. A gaze that seemed to accept and forgive anybody and everybody it fixed on. It was as though any and everybody could find salvation in his grace.

such silly thoughts. He was here to evaluate the Prince's objectives as Emperor and whether they matched

sympathetic as he directed a pained gaze. "To

furrowed his

but think," The prince remarked. "About any and everything that captures your attention. Your mind cannot help but race into an endless chain of thoughts. It cannot help but furiously combust energy to sustain the sheer force of thought that undoubtedly drives forward your

as he faced

ebbing with sorrow. "You cannot stop thinking. A storm of thoughts endlessly ravages your

shook his head. "It is not a curse I would

widened with shock, shaken by the man's words.

the power of thought. That is something that you'll have to accomplish by yourself," The man remarked. "Perhaps it may be enough to

inside and speak in a more private

growth of mind when he had already been extremely gifted mentally, even in his previous life,

like somebody had just slapped him across the

returned to the prince's figure as he entered the Kandrian Ruffian's main office in the town of Varmaria, where all the logistics of the town were maintained. Rui immediately followed him inside and through the various

The prince smiled.

avoiding the civil war that