Volume 2 Chapter 25 The Empire That Inherits The Holy Maro
On a day sometime after Eleonora ascended to the Imperial throne, the weather was so clear and warm that many mistook it for spring.
Eleonora, now twenty years old, stretched out her long legs and rested them lightly on a certain man's knee.
"To craft shoes for Your Majesty is an honor that will be remembered for generations. Allow me to examine them."
"Please do."
The shoemaker, who had returned safely to Parisess, measured the width of her foot using his thumb and little finger, then jotted down the shoe size on a piece of sheep parchment.
"I was instructed by both the king and queen to spare no expense, so I will make them especially luxurious."
Without even having time to question the odd honorifics being used, Eleonora quietly observed the craftsman's swift hands at work. As she watched, she once again felt the dizzying weight of her position—even though she had already accepted it.
"Your Majesty's feet are rather large, and clearly trained by swordsmanship."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, because feet speak more truth than mouths ever could."
"How do you mean?"
"Your soles are thick. That means you've walked long distances through the mountains, haven't you?"
"Indeed, I've done that since childhood. You're not wrong. Sorry for going off-topic."
Eleonora thought back to the time when her feet no longer felt pain from stepping on pebbles or branches in thin sandals—after her skin had toughened. Seeing how observant and confident the craftsman was, she was just about to give him full freedom to proceed when Hugh and Jeanne, who had recently started working as pages, came in and opened the door.
"Guest."
"Who is it?"
"That old dwarf man. Looks like he's brought a lot of stuff."
As Eleonora echoed the word "stuff," she wondered if it might be Victor or Drahomir arriving. But then she focused her attention on what had been brought. It was most likely related to the Empire, and perhaps being offered as tribute. Thinking that it would be rude to keep the visitor waiting, Eleonora moved her feet from the craftsman's lap.
"Apologies, but let's postpone the shoemaking for another day."
The three dwarves waiting in the guest room—excluding Victor and Drahomir—were all significantly older, at least twice their age.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Not at all. It's just surprising to see someone rise so quickly in only a year or two."
Victor lightly brushed his chin beard and smiled, while Drahomir gave a short snort.
"When I first heard you were building a kingdom, I thought you were insane. But to become emperor of such a vast empire in no time... I can't wrap my head around it. Seems like you've got luck on your side."
"Even I don't really understand how it all happened. And that gentleman over there?"
The dwarf elder had remained silent, as though trying to blend into the background. But as the conversation shifted toward him, he stood and gave a deep bow.
"It is a great pleasure to meet you. I come as a representative of King Vladislav, entrusted with diplomatic duties for the Dwarven Kingdom of Bearer. My name is Konrad Copperhammer."
"Thank you for your courteous greeting. Now then, what would the Dwarven Kingdom like to discuss?"
Eleonora's straightforward question made Konrad blink in surprise, and he glanced at Victor.
"That's just how you are—prefers to skip the overly complicated talk."
"Is that so? Then we shall follow that example. First, allow me to present a gift from our kingdom."
Konrad pulled a long parchment from his pocket, unfolding it until it nearly touched the ground. Then, in a clear and resonant voice, he began listing the tributes brought from his country.
"One hundred sheets of pure silver (mithril), one hundred sheets of divine steel (orichalcum), one thousand sheets of gold..."
Even that amount alone would be significant for a nation's treasury. But Konrad continued reading the inventory with practiced eloquence.
"...and a glass cup made from dwarf glass, to commemorate the birth of the new Empire."
"I see. Please convey my gratitude to King Bearer. And since you've brought such items, I assume there's a request beyond mere celebration?"
"We humbly wish for our kingdom to come under the Empire's protection."
"Even though we call it an empire, there hasn't been a coronation or formal declaration yet. It's only been settled internally."
"Precisely why we come now. Our kingdom lies between Magelun in the north and Elunbai in the south. We hope to join your fold before things become more formal."
Given the geography of the Koche Asbarok region, it was likely that the smaller nations would unify and come under a single military threat. By reorganizing as imperial territory first and securing permission for limited autonomy, they could maintain stability. The tribute could be seen as an essential cost for that outcome.
"After fighting on the battlefield together many times, I assume you've already thought through how best to avoid conflict. There's no need to shed blood without reason, is there?"
"If you're content with that, we'll accept it. However, could you consider changing the country's name so others can better accept the arrangement?"
"Change the name? So you can claim that Human conquered the dwarves?"
Eleonora gave a faint smile at Drahomir's sharp remark. She thought that if she claimed it was for her own convenience, it would likely cause unnecessary backlash.
"Well, I understand how it might look that way. But I do find it easier to manage if there's at least some kind of formal change as a result of this union. If you agree, I will also implement tax incentives for domestic trade."
"Then perhaps something like this: 'Her Majesty's words moved my lord, and thus he has been granted a new name as a mark of virtue...'"
"In that case... [Hemiboa]."
Konrad bowed deeply, relieved that the cost of the renaming was minimal. Of course, there would be psychological impacts, but at least there would be no additional burden on the treasury.
"Understood. My lord shall henceforth be known as King Hemiboa."
With the matter concerning the dwarves resolved, Eleonora, who had been rolling her shoulders, was approached next by Narrow and François.
"Your Majesty, regarding the land for the new imperial capital..."
"I believe Hean is the most promising candidate among the former imperial territories."
"Hean, is it..."
"In addition to being rich in water resources and suitable for wool and copper processing, it was also favored by King Charles Marign. It has everything, even the affectionate name Nova Maro—'New Maro'..."
"If I were to point out a problem, it would be that it was devastated by an attack from the Suno people ten years ago."
Eleonora reflected quietly—Suno seemed to follow her like a shadow throughout her life. A concern rose in her mind.
"What about the Héan Cathedral?"
"They say sacred relics are stored there. The church wants them back."
"Tell Prince-King Haral to reclaim the site. Persuade the Suno occupying it to withdraw."
Just as Narrow turned to leave and prepare the arrangements, he paused, sensing that something more needed to be said.
"What shall we name the new imperial capital?"
"Hmm... Let's call it Kaesalia—after the bald tyrant of the old empire."
At last, Eleonora could let her body rest. She had been thinking of heading to the kitchen for a bite when Georges approached her.
"...Her Majesty the Emperor, Archbishop Lunke wishes to meet you."
"If you're making that face, best not use the title at all."
"You make the same face every time the word 'Archbishop' comes up."
"Aside from backwater priests, grumpy nuns, and herb-obsessed monks, I've met no one tolerable in religious circles."
While stretching and sighing, Eleonora regretted not refusing the endless stream of duties.
"So, what is it now?"
"The coronation. We need to confirm the correct procedures."
When she reached the guest chamber, she couldn't help but wonder if such an extravagant outfit was really necessary just to meet clergy. Her gaze met the Archbishop's.
He had a gentle voice, an androgynous look, and seemed to be around forty. Perhaps he had access to some rare skincare potion.
"It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty. I am Archbishop Gregorio."
"I'm Eleonora. Pleased to meet you, Archbishop."
"Let us proceed. Regarding your ascension, the holy water blessing and divine anointment at Parisess Cathedral, under the Holy Pope's name, shall be performed and validated──"
"That part, Archbishop—I don't follow."
Gregorio tilted his head, puzzled.
"You don't understand?"
"Divine right of kings. This time, my soldiers fought. They risked their lives. And I took the trust of the last three rulers of Loriengita. I don't recall divine intervention."
"That's incorrect, Your Majesty. All of it was predestined. God chose you for this throne since birth. That is why you were born."
"No. I was born because my parents loved each other. God had nothing to do with it."
Their eyes locked, but there was no hostility in Gregorio's gaze—only quiet confusion.
"So, Your Majesty doesn't believe?"
"I don't deny your belief. It's just that your god and mine have different names."
"Idol worship... Rare to find a follower of the Green Crescent here in Naroppa."
"Wrong again. The god I believe in is Science."
"Science...?"
"Whether by king or slave, the same result emerges—a man-made miracle that helps people and nature. That is science. Ask the Archbishop: does God offer benefit to the living?"
"One must not question God, Your Majesty. That is forbidden."
"God once tested a man of faith. He lost his health, wealth, and family—but still, he believed. In the end, God rewarded him: health, wealth doubled, and a new family. But still—if I lost those I love and received only a beautiful, quiet companion in return... I'd be filled with anger, not thanks."
"That remark cannot be withdrawn. It borders on heresy."
"The Savior turned stones to bread. Nine centuries later, a man will create bread from air. One day, humanity will produce more bread than it can eat—bread thrown away by the ton."
"...Are you in your right mind?"
"I am perfectly sane. And I say again, Archbishop: I place my faith in science. It aids not just me, but all living things. People must live through their own strength."
Gregorio's expression remained grim, but he gave a small nod.
"That last part... I agree with. But please, Your Majesty—for your sake and that of your retainers—do not speak so freely."
"Truthfully, I wanted to provoke you. I don't hold fond memories of the clergy."
"Indeed, the Church has... grown unstable. Still, most believers live pure lives, grateful for the light of God."
"Then I hope more clergy rely on reason, not zeal."
Gregorio closed his eyes and brought his hands together in prayer, silent. There was a clarity in his devotion, something untouched by doubt.
"Then allow me to advise you. Within this empire, the people and nobles are Humans and followers of the Holy Cross. Without a blessing during your succession, they will not accept you as their true sovereign."
"That may be, but if they defy me and I retaliate—what then?"
"You would never do that, Your Majesty."
"And why are you so sure?"
"Not just in Dolbor, but also during the Siege of Clanfurt—you called for surrender, not bloodshed. You could have killed King Simeon or Duke Grandcud easily, but you did not. You have no hunger for power and no desire to shed blood."
Eleonora narrowed her eyes. For once, her voice came low, bitter.
"Don't analyze my motives. I've changed my mind. I will accept baptism. But—"
"You may wear the crown as you please."
Gregorio offered a smile—moderate, measured. If religion was to retain influence on this unprecedented imperial scale, some ritual adjustments would be inevitable. This was a strategic compromise, backed by the trust of the late Saint of Rünke Parish and the Holy Pope.
"I don't like it. But maybe that's why I'll accept it."
During the explanation of the rites, Gregorio responded to her murmur with a quiet smile.
"I feel the same, Your Majesty."
Notes:
• Jeanne - Female. A young girl with a lovely name. Her appearance is not described in detail, but she blushes and smiles shyly. She is the twin sister of Hugh and is expected to hear the voice of God in 8 years. Her parents were killed, and she is currently under the protection of Eleonora and Johanna.
• Hugh - Male. A cautious and protective older brother. His appearance is not described in detail, but he has a sulky expression. He is the twin brother of Jeanne and has a strong sense of duty. His parents were killed, and he is currently under the protection of Eleonora and Johanna.
• Drahomir - A member of the royal palace warrior group, the Steel Breakers. He is short in stature (around 150 cm tall) but fierce and protective of his clan. His appearance includes miner attire, and he is quick to anger, especially when it comes to Victor's decisions. He challenges Eleonora to a duel to test her strength.
• Kingdom of Bearer - A kingdom ruled by the Miner King, known for its skilled miners and steel crushers. Located in a region where mining is a significant industry. The kingdom is described as having a central square where public events, like duels, take place.
• Vladislav - The ruler of the Bearer Kingdom. His appearance is regal, with a long beard that he often ties. He is a strategic thinker, pondering the benefits and risks of alliances.
• Konrad - Konrad Copperhammer. Male. A dwarf diplomat representing the Dwarven Kingdom of Bearer. He is elderly, with a dignified and wise demeanor. His appearance is typical of dwarves, with a long beard and sturdy build. He is skilled in diplomacy and negotiation, seeking to align his kingdom with Eleonora's empire for protection. His relationship with Eleonora is formal but respectful.
• Magelun - A dangerous and barbaric land, but a potential refuge from the East Clanf Kingdom.
• Koche - A location marking the boundary beyond which there are no followers of the Holy Cross. Located in the mountainous region of Tezudenrant, it serves as a transition point into the realm of Magelun.
• François - The fourth son of Baron Lanramoncie of the Loriengita Empire. The one who join the tournament before.
• Narrow - Male. A former Viscount's son who severed ties with his family to serve Eleonora. Wears an iron mask due to past leprosy, now cured. Skilled in military strategy, governance, theology, and heraldry. Speaks formally and is determined to prove his worth. Has a distant relationship with his family. His combat style is unknown, but he is entrusted with leading a platoon of 300 men.
• Charles - Male. King of the West Clanf Kingdom. He has brown skin and a regal appearance, often seen in royal attire. His speech is accented due to his southern roots. He is melancholic and pragmatic, prioritizing economic stability over territorial expansion. He has a newborn son, Arsène, and a sister, Elodia. His relationship with his lords is strained due to his passive governance.
• Haral - The Chief of the Suno people, a tall and imposing figure. He values strength and generosity, prioritizing land, gold, and resources for his people.
• Georges - A rugged-faced knight and the only lower noble among the Twelve Sacred Blades. He volunteers to lead the cavalry, seeking promotion and recognition. He harbors ambitions to marry Princess Elodia.
• Simeon - The ruler of the East Clanf Kingdom. His appearance is not described, but he is portrayed as a strategic leader. He judges the benefits of expanding into the Magelun region as sufficient. His relationship with Elodia is one of opposition, as he seeks to capture her to justify his territorial ambitions.
• Dolbor - A kingdom ruled by Charles, known for its thriving commerce and strategic location. It is located east of the continent and is a key player in regional politics.
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