"Take care," he watched as the duo diffused into the horde of laughs, '-we never won against Kreston, might have recaptured the province from their religious hands, they but returned to the starting block. A constant battle between Kreston and I, we fight all the time, they ruined Arda and left without consequence. Neighboring independent lands might be wary, still, the control the church hold is scary. Calling a crusade against a hedonistic land under the guise of cleansing the mind is morally correct and has been proven time and time again. World leaders can't do anything – the emperor of Alphia's a pawn, the face of Hidros, Queen Gallienne's fallen complacent. The birth of her child made her heart warmer and welcoming – the Federation is in talking state again. Can we really sit by and watch the Wracia Empire allied to the new continent, allied they say, I'm sure they've invaded with arms at the ready. The landmass of the new land is greater, ripped with natural resources and natives. The huge distance between us and them isn't easily conquerable, a plane might make the trip – without a landing stripe or any stable footing, tis worthless. The sea is the safest and best option. They'd be shot down – Arda was a front, I've known it for a long time, the invasion was a ploy to take attention away. Should I get involved in the politics again?' a cigar lit, '-what's holding me back, the fear of ending like Staxius? A single man can't take on the world alone – well, he could if he were my prior self. I felt it earlier, the bloodlust, the aura of death is closer than I'd think. My face and eyes are gradually returning to how it was; I know I'm Staxius Haggard who's but changed his name into Igna Haggard, I remember everything, the hatred and fear's gone, the pain – locked away unless I draw blood and wish for one to die. Reflecting on what's happened is a nice way to mark the progress. The mission given by lady mother and aunt Elvira to start a rival company at the heart of the enemy's land, them being the four greats, is complete. Raven's taken various blunt in trades, the businesses look down upon a small company – look who's laughing now, Ravens are often linked to ill-omen and misery, the bird is very cunning, and so are we. The true objective's been accomplished, the Gustalian Cartel is ours, manufacturing and distribution of narcotics have been claimed. A good word with Haruna might make the later transaction easier. Expand the influence, take over Odgawoan from the inside, and expand outwards. The true puppet masters, Cimier, are waiting to strike – they've struck already, the Gaso Group's blatant invasion in the town.'
The Wielder of Death Magic
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