It was in the year 1531 of the Church Holy Calendar, June 1332 of the Lamanite New Calendar. The pace of spring is gone, and the misery of the rebellion in Parnira, the largest port city of the Padrosi Empire in the middle of summer, is long gone.

Under the washing of capital, the seasonal new products are changed almost every 10 days. As if deliberately trying to forget the history of suffering, people laughed as much as they could.

The optimism and nonchalant mentality of the imperial merchants was most fully developed in the city.

Just as the slash-and-burn ancients burned the mountains and forests in order to fertilize the soil with ashes so that the new seeds could thrive, the catastrophe of the empire caused the original power to be washed again and again, and many of the rich workshops in Parnila have long since changed owners.

Brought by sea, the finest wool from Suomir is washed here to be felt. In order to reflect that it is made with the best craftsmen and materials from both countries, the woolen garments produced by Parnila are marked with lily of the valley and daisies, which represent the land of a thousand lakes, respectively, and the daisies of the lily of the valley and daisies have become the symbols of the brand.

The economy here is slowly recovering. In addition to clothing, luxury goods and daily necessities, Parnila's emerging industrial pillars inevitably include the military industry, which has occupied an important position in the past.

There are many large and small armor-making workshops, and cheap weapon shops and armor shops are lined up one after another. At their most glorious moments, the Panilla armorers were able to equip a king of the West Coast with 8,000 infantry and 3,000 cavalry in just one month.

The food in the market is abundant again, people eat well, and naturally there is nothing to complain about.

"Thank you, dear Her Royal Highness Margaret. It has become the most common phrase on the lips of citizens and businessmen.

Tariffs have been lowered, and various tax burdens have been reduced. During the years of hostility in the southern kingdoms because of the rebellion, she did the opposite, recruiting a large number of young people from the southern Lamanite kingdoms who were rejected by other regions in search of work.

Instead of taking advantage of the chaos to lower wages, he treated each other with courtesy.

The merchants and townspeople did not understand this at first, because these people were almost refugees, and they could accept slave-like working conditions just to feed themselves, so why not take advantage of the fire.

Anyone can say pretty things, but why do you have to pay 100 people 1 silver coin per day when it's just a loaf of bread?

Not many people can give generously after settling accounts, and keeping labor costs down is something that every qualified workshop owner has done.

But that's why they're just workshop owners, not lords and nobles.

Parnira is a well-connected city, and the workers who gather here have gossip far more than the self-righteous merchant aristocrats above could imagine.

The news of treating people with courtesy and being well treated spread quickly.

Margaret was one move ahead.

She sees further.

The rebellion did spark hostility and exclusion, but hatred dissipated over time, and jobs needed workers. The well-pampered burghers of the cities outside Parnila also refused to do too hard manual work, and after crowding out the workers from the small southern countries, they had to become more dependent on slaves.

The change in supply and demand grew to an alarming level a few months after the rebellion was extinguished, and the slave owners began to claim that the words of the imperial decrees they had never cared about before suddenly became binding, and the slave trade became difficult—and naturally, their prices rose.

The cities that had previously rejected southern workers suddenly found themselves in short supply, and as the price of slaves rose, they had to pay higher prices to try to attract southern workers, but after a few months many had already had a stable life in Parnilla.

For those at the bottom, a job that sees itself as a human being and is stable and not easy to lose jobs is more attractive than the high salary that it seems.

So a wonderful scene happened. While everything else was shut down due to labor shortages, Parnilla quickly recovered, even more so than it had been before the rebellion.

Treating workers in the South with reasonable treatment may seem to have increased labor costs in the early days, but workers who are paid higher salaries will naturally want to eat better food, drink better wine, and live in better houses. Food, merchants, brewers, and innkeepers laughed and naturally became Margaret's big supporters.

"Parnila is a city that treats people as human beings, a city of freedom. Such a statement began to circulate as far north as Suomir and as far south as the city-state union.

The title of "Liberty City" began to spread, attracting more and more people to come here.

Gulaman once had a fable called "A Daughter Buys a Horse's Bone", which was the inspiration for Margaret, who loved to read storybooks.

Consumption has kept up, so has a steady stream of labor, and our eldest lady's next move is to build on Parnilla's position as the largest port on the East Coast.

The civilian fleet was consolidated under the name of the lord's house, and the ships were maintained and repaired to form a larger fleet. The captains were given what all sailors could only dream of – personal guarantees from the nobility, and a large sum of compensation for their families even if they were shipwrecked at sea.

For the men at sea who entrust their lives on ships, sails, the sea and their partners, if they die at the bottom of the sea, they will lose their financial resources, which is probably the least romantic side of this industry.

And after the insurance system came out, these people naturally willingly followed the eldest lady who they once thought was just a big girl.

Reuse the energy, orderly integration. The Palnira maritime trade, which had always grown savagely, suddenly became simple and efficient.

Raw materials such as minerals, wool, hides and hides and grains come in and out of the world, and the city has a large number of workers and superior workers who transform them into well-known and refined products with the strictest standards and the most astonishing efficiency.

Whether it is east or west of Rigal, anyone with a little Lamani blood will inevitably have a stubbornness in their bones.

Because they have the blood of the ancestors of the empire that once dominated all directions, they are naturally nobler than anyone else.

But most of the time this nobility is not bought by others.

Further west, the blond, blue-eyed alien races are on the rise, and the Ottolo Empire, bound to the heretical branch of the Church to the west, is eyeing the eye. Even Patrosi, who claims to be the great orthodox Lamanid heir, has shrunk significantly from the previous Lamanite Empire.

Therefore, the noble and stubborn Lamanites, in the end, often return to "their ancestors have been broad".

The best times are over, and now are the dark ones. This is the most popular propaganda of the Lamanites everywhere – with the exception of the present-day Parnila.

The golden age has come again.

Rapid development and rapid accumulation of wealth have led to a rise in people's self-confidence.

And that's not exactly what Margaret wants to see.

It's a double-edged sword. The once glorious nation of Lamani has been revived, noble again, and great again.

What is the cost?

Slavery had not yet died out, although in the short term slave owners took advantage of the opportunity to raise prices due to the reduction in employment positions, and slaves who had become more expensive were treated more humanely by their masters. Because they are no longer so cheap consumables.

But as time passes, the price will eventually come down.

And the once famous dwarven craftsmen on Parnira Street have disappeared for some time. Suddenly, their workshop was taken over by human merchants.

As the economy recovers and the city-state prospers, so does the tone of the people, Parnilla is great, Her Royal Highness Margaret is worthy of respect, and it is proud to be a citizen here.

What about the other one?

Holding and stepping on it is a common trend.

Margaret has excelled in the direction of the economic lifeline, but she is still a young man after all.

She still doesn't understand that even if she does things seriously, there are still endless malice in this world that starts with interests coming to her.

When she came back to her senses.

"The royal family should give Her Royal Highness Margaret a high position in the palace. ”

"Compared to the incompetent Church, which preaches salvation all day long, Her Highness Margaret is the one who can truly give us salvation, and she should be canonized as a saint. ”

Everything that was destined to happen happened under the covert impetus of certain forces.

On June 17, 1332, nearly 50,000 people, mainly from the lower classes such as foreign workers from the south, gathered in front of the church in the city of Parnila, raised signs and demanded that the bishop make Margaret a saint.

Later, after the White Church clergy explained that the canonization could not be solved so easily, the workers broke down the gates of the church and smashed and looted the interior, and some even took off the bishop's crown and beat him.

The vicious conflict known as the "St. Margaret's Affair" caused great turmoil inside and outside the empire, and as a prominent existence, Margaret realized that she had been pushed against the royal family and the church at this time.

During the investigation afterwards, traces of those who secretly contributed to the troubles were found in many places, and according to the investigation of Filippo, the captain of the guard, many things could be found on the bodies of other nobles.

This was the revenge of the sophisticated aristocracy outside of Parnila for her precedent acquisition of labor.

She became the fuse, the tip of the spear that turned the conflict into a bright face.

The aristocracy, which was united with the rising merchant class, was no longer satisfied with the power in their own hands and was subservient to the divine and imperial power.

They.

Want more.

The royal family was weak, and the church was dying. The powerful aristocrats are like jackals, tigers and leopards, ready to re-divide the wealth of the empire.

And at this moment, Margaret, a rising star who is inextricably linked to the royal family, has become their best choice to kill people with a knife.

The people are dull. They must not have realized in their hearts that they were instigated, and they also felt wholeheartedly that they were united to fight for the honor she deserved for the great benefactor.

The momentum was huge, and she had been pushed into a position where she couldn't help herself.

On June 23, 1332, the Church of Parnila announced the evacuation of all personnel.

No matter how Margaret tried to contact her in private, the reply from the White Church was as cold as Suomir's winter.

"The city will no longer be favored by the gods. Leave such words behind, and they are gone.

To add insult to injury, on June 25, just two days later, a heavily armed cavalry regiment sent by the Royal Palace arrived in Parnila.

This legion, with its black armor, is the latest to be formed in the Empire.

The elite who specialize in cleaning up civil strife.

Its leader was a burly man, nearly two meters tall, with gray-blue eyes.

A similar trend occurred across the ocean in two equally historic empires.

Power is like fine wine, the more you have, the more you want.

But the total amount is limited, when the wolf is more fleshy and less fleshy.

The bloody rain will be set off.

It was the end of June 1332.

The Padrossi Empire is about to rain, and the long-hidden contradictions have been laid to light.

The man, who had a face similar to that of a sage, but whose eyes were not as quiet as a lake and as if he were pressed by a flame, returned after a long silence, and looked down at his sister on a black horse—

The question he asked was the one he had asked the man in the past:

"Which side will you choose?"

He's ready. Margaret realized this immediately.

The people and even her subordinates were still worried about whether the arrival of this army meant that the royal family was going to work against her, but she knew that her brother had a different purpose.

This is a man who definitely wants to make it to the top.

Heinzswerm gave up all the honor and power he should have gained, and the man had the power to lead the empire to the top, but he gave up.

What if Henry Mayer the Sage was not a Sage, but an Emperor.

Hamilinin I.

His indomitable will and knowledge were enough to make him the unrivaled ruler in the history of the empire. So from the point of view of the Empire, in the eyes of those who know the legend.

Isn't this a betrayal?

A body blow.

Two hundred years, with an immortal lifespan, you choose to abandon the past and become a down-and-out mercenary and achieve nothing?

At this point in time, it dawned on Margaret that it dawned on her.

How similar these two are.

Not only their appearance and ability, but also their background experience are so similar, like twins separated by more than 200 years.

It's just that they are different after all.

On the surface, both of them are equally calm and composed, and they are in control of the overall situation.

But his brother was just suppressing himself, and the anger in his heart like a roaring lion had nowhere to vent, but he locked them all in with amazing willpower.

And Henry Meier's anger has long since subsided, like Suomir's frozen lake, with only the calm and firmness left by the years.

What awaited him at the end of the sage's aimless journey, Margaret had no way of knowing.

But what Konstantin wanted to do, she always knew.

This is a man who definitely wants to make it to the top.

The decaying black flag of the Paderrossi Empire was destined to fall, and it was a foregone conclusion that the entire East Coast would fall under the Lily of the Valley and Daisy banners.

How many people will die and how many families will be broken during this period, just thinking about her is terrifying.

But she had no choice.

The big nobles are still thinking about making more profits by making small fights, but they don't know that Konstantin is fully prepared.

A thought that Margaret had been guessing for a long time but had been reluctant to admit resurfaced. The rebellion of the southern Lamanites and the dwarves has not yet been identified, perhaps precisely because they have investigated in the wrong direction.

You shouldn't look outside, you should look inside.

Empires are vast and filled with a variety of deeply entrenched interest groups. These interest groups are like pimples on the faces of adolescent girls, lurking beneath the surface and causing untold pain to the people and the country. And to remove them, you have to cut your own skin.

Cut it open, intensify the contradictions, and single out the bright and conflicting.

Hit the snake at seven inches.

He'd figured out his opponents, secured his mates, and—Margaret looked at the whole army of knights behind Konstantin who had their faces hidden under their enclosed helmets, their movements so uniform that they were as precise and orderly as something that wasn't human.

The day had finally come, and the man she had relied on, the girl she considered her best friend, was not here.

But the experience of being together was enough to make Margaret grow further, she knew the purpose of Constantine's trip, and although she was still young, she was no longer the ignorant and reckless little girl she had been.

"Parnira is your partner, and we have no intention of rebelling. Margaret carefully chose her words and bowed to the black-armored knight.

She is no longer a noble lady who can run away without permission, but a lord who needs to be responsible to all the people of the largest port on the entire East Coast.

Still thinking about the gains and losses, thinking that this loan knife killing would make Margaret become depressed, and the imperial nobles who could rearrange the distribution of benefits were unaware.

The White Church and the older royal family members, who only knew how to defend their current position in vain, did not see this coming.

As long as you can achieve hegemony, then everything that can be used will be used.

As long as it is something that is in the way in front of you, then even your closest relatives will ruthlessly eliminate it.

A bureau that began to be laid a long time ago. In the blind spots that the imperial aristocracy could not see, those places that belonged to the Lamanite cultural sphere, those on the west coast, those on the south of the east coast, the city-states union, all the places that shared the same faith.

A steady stream of young people are intensively training intensively.

After consolidating her grasp of maritime commerce, Margaret overheard of those who had crossed the seas to the Empire without seeking positions in Parnilla.

At least a few hundred people a day, as if they had a direct purpose, hurriedly disembarked and left.

After investigating, she found that it had been going on for at least three years.

Young radical church knights who are dissatisfied with the weakening of the power of the church year by year.

Lost and hearted to return to the westward descendants of Laman's homeland.

Immigrants from small southern countries who do not belong to the burgher class and are discriminated against.

Even, the slave she wanted to save but had no way out.

A lot of things have existed for a long time and have been ignored for a long time. The only thing missing is a man with enough knowledge, yes, who knows almost everything like a sage to connect these things.

The longer the backlog, the more intense the conflict becomes.

How much bloodshed and conflict there will be throughout the empire, just thinking about it is enough to send chills to the hands and feet.

But new things always have to be built from the ruins of the old, and whether it is a lily of the valley or a daisy, the seed cannot germinate without the nutrients brought by what has died in the past.

One way or another.

It's going to change.