Chapter 431 Fulfillment
The transparent barrier enveloping the council chamber finally vanished. With a resounding bang, the magnificent gate leading to the heart of power within the Silver Iris Empire was finally slammed open by the civilian army. The last rays of sunlight, mingled with smoke and snowflakes, poured in with a savage and vibrant energy.
The soldiers rushed in, weapons in hand, shouting, but upon seeing the scene before them, they all stopped in their tracks in shock.
Glowing dust, broken floor tiles, overturned furniture... and two people lying quietly in a pool of blood, symbolizing the highest power center of the empire, King Cassius II and his queen Esmeralda.
Mr. Ghost stood quietly with his back to them, his mind wandering. The afterglow of the Empire's final dusk illuminated his profile, making his smoky-gray eyes appear calm and transparent.
Everyone understood that an era had ended.
…
Cassius II survived, but he didn't live long.
The People's Party publicly tried him, proclaiming his guilt to the world. They then pushed him onto the guillotine in Kite Heart Square. Amidst the cheers and witnesses of the entire city, they chopped off the head of the last king of the Silver Iris Empire, and then buried him and his queen properly. During this entire process, Jophiel Yialos was not present.
After the old king was executed, many people began to speculate when Ghost would declare himself emperor.
This was a piece of cake for him, as his reputation had practically reached its peak nationwide. The most troublesome members of the Silver Iris Empire's nobles had already been largely annihilated by Esmery, leaving the remaining few terrified and trembling with fear. With the exception of a few who didn't understand the situation and stood out, almost everyone was scrambling to curry favor with the nation's newest ruler, hoping to make a good impression with the future king and get a piece of the action. Even the Pope of the Glowing Church was exceptionally respectful to Ghost.
But the Ghost did not do so. He did not even give others time to hesitate. In the spring of 1853, under the attention of everyone, the People's Republic was officially established.
In the early days of the founding of the country, the People's Party took advantage of the huge reputation it had built across the country and did not bother to give up some benefits to appease the old forces. Instead, it quickly and irresistibly cleared out the remnants from the Silver Iris Empire in an extremely rational and ruthless manner, and at the same time suppressed the harassment on the border of Fairlos that tried to take advantage of the shock during the change of regime.
Under the chairmanship of the Ghost, the Citizens' Assembly representing the interests of workers and peasants was confirmed as the highest state authority, replacing the original functions of the Royal Court Assembly. The nobles and clergy would no longer retain any privileges, and the monopolized land would be forcibly nationalized.
Even if Pavardon Miller's "bet" succeeded, the Ghost showed no mercy to the Glorious Church. Temples and churches of all denominations throughout the country were stripped of their educational and judicial powers and required to be registered, retaining only the most basic functions of religious venues.
Such drastic reforms and purges naturally provoked a fierce backlash. A group of struggling old nobles even dug out the only remaining royal bloodline of Silver Iris, which had been carefully hidden. A four-year-old child, said to be a distant relative of Cassius II and the last legitimate heir to the Silver Iris Empire, declared him the legitimate heir to the throne from Cassius II.
This group of ridiculous old nobles were quickly and mercilessly cleaned out by the People's Army, but the People's Party was troubled by how to deal with the young bloodline of the old king.
Many people believed that the cause must be eradicated, leaving no hope for the restorationists, otherwise there would be endless trouble in the future. However, Ghost himself rejected the general opinion, arguing that this child, still drooling and crying, was a legitimate citizen of the People's Republic, and that the People's Party had no right to violate the law and deprive an innocent citizen of his right to life.
In the end, the other party survived and was adopted by a kind and gentle ordinary couple selected by the ghost himself.
In the following days, everyone in the Kuomintang was very busy.
They were so busy that they didn't even have time to exchange a few words. Time seemed to slip away from their hands. Some people came, some left, betrayal, collaboration, killing, rescue... all the difficulties that any dynasty in history might encounter in its early days were fulfilled one by one.
It is undeniable that this is very difficult, but it seems that as long as that person is there, the country is still full of enthusiasm and hope, and everything is destined to be solved - the only thing that changes is probably the ghost's face that looks increasingly tired and deep.
Don't push yourself too hard, take it slow. Azuka tried his best to support the increasingly large and complex workload, and he even advised the other person privately several times. But inexplicably, he always had a vague sense of foreboding, as if something was pushing that person all the way towards the unknown, and he was powerless to stop it.
1853, the year of the fall of the empire and the founding of the Republic, marked a major turning point in history. It was also regarded by later generations as the year when the Democratic Party took its most drastic actions and, amidst the turbulent upheavals caused by this sharp turn in history, was at its most dangerous, even surpassing its earlier years. Several shocking and monumental events, as well as some seemingly insignificant and understated incidents, occurred in the same year.
In the summer of 1853, the former Silver Helmet Knight Commander of the Silver Iris Empire, Jophiel Ialos, left the royal city and took the initiative to go to the border garrison between the People's Republic and Fairros, and never returned since then.
In the autumn of 1853, Ghost's mentor, Delos Rabelais, the dean of the seminary at Baita University, died of illness at Baita University surrounded by many students including Ghost.
In the winter of 1853, Ghost fell seriously ill and fell into a long coma.
…
There were faint sounds, as if many figures were swaying around him, many people came, many people left, some were crying, some were holding his hands tightly, and one person was always guarding his bed... But he could not see or hear clearly.
A strange yet familiar voice, earlier than any identification, analysis, or rationality, was like a worm curled up deep in his brain, gnawing at his nerves in small bites.
Ding ding, ding ding.
[Bed No. 2 is awake! Call Dr. Zhou!]
He heard someone scream. Then a group of people in white swarmed over him. The scattered light stung his pupils. He subconsciously tried to squint, but he couldn't even move his eyelids.
[Bed 02, Bed 02.] A man in white said: [Do you remember your name?]
“…”
It seemed like a strange note, an open vowel, like the destruction and rebirth of a star... No, that's not right, that's not his name, who is he?
[Who do you remember?] Another man in white asked.
"...Azuka."
The people in white looked at each other, and one of them asked him cautiously: [What is your relationship with A-Azuka?]
...Great, damn it, he couldn't remember anything. Or maybe there were just too many words and images going through his brilliant mind at once, even though the moment the name came out was as harmonious as the movement of gears.
[The patient appears to be experiencing delirium.] Seeing him fall silent again, the white-clad men began to mutter again: [But this is a normal postoperative phenomenon. Continue to observe.]
Those who should probably be called "doctors" gave him many instructions, but he had difficulty connecting those words with the concepts in his mind. Only then did he gradually understand what the worm was screaming.
Didi, it said, didi.
It left a fluorescent green, curved trail behind it - it was an electrocardiogram monitor.
...No, that's not right. He had died long ago in that world. He vaguely remembered hearing the piercing and unusual alarm sound when the straight line completely stopped fluctuating.
When this thought suddenly appeared in his mind, the swaying white figures seemed to have suddenly pressed the stop button, and then gradually faded from his sight.
Darkness, only darkness, in which he walked.
He had no purpose, no direction, and no path. He simply walked along an unknown path, towards some unknown place ahead, hoping someone would hold him in their arms, press his head to their chest, spread his twitching fingers, insert them, and clench them tightly...
——People from another world, it’s time for you to leave.
A cold and grand idea, far beyond what words could describe, was projected directly into the depths of his soul.
"professor?"
His exhausted body was lifted up a little, and his hand was held tightly by someone. It felt like a cold yet scalding liquid was falling on his numb skin. His senses were so dull, as if he was touching water through a layer of thick leather, but his heart twitched violently, bringing a sharp pain that was almost to cut him open.
"...This time you were in a coma for three full days."
He couldn't see clearly, nor could he hear clearly. But the black-haired young man still slowly pulled the pale and weak hand away from the other's, stubbornly trying to touch the bright and brilliant gold that swayed softly through a layer of hazy mist.
…cold and soft, it slid through his fingertips like silk, unable to grasp it, but the next second the gold eagerly and sadly swallowed him completely, causing him to let out a faint sigh.
Azuka hugged the person in his arms tighter and kissed his lover's pale, cold, bloodless forehead tenderly and cherishingly.
"I've asked Magnus, and your current situation is very likely related to 'The World.'" He whispered, "I need to take you to the Abyss."
...The abyss? No, all gods have perished here, without exception. It's too dangerous for you—he wanted to refuse, but no sound came out.
"Do you remember our bet?" Azuka asked softly, "If it doesn't rain tomorrow, you have to promise me a promise, a promise you will definitely keep... I won then, and now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."
What the hell, you even took out this old almanac? He was a little furious - and you also said that it must be on the premise that it will not hurt you or me!
The cold liquid fell on his forehead and slid down his lips.
"...Please wait for me a little longer, please."
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