Chapter 1740 His Move

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Chapter 1740 His Move

Not long after his final meeting with Prince Raul, the news about the awakening of the Emperor of Harmony was announced across all of Kandria, evoking immense bittersweet celebration.

While not to the extent of Prince Raul, it was clear that Emperor Rael had earned a lot of love from the citizens of Kandria. "His Majesty has returned!"

"All hail the Emperor of Harmony!"

"May Emperor Rael live forever!"

While the common folk celebrated cluelessly, the powers of Kandria grew uncomfortable. Many had hoped that, given that he had been sleeping for more than two years, this truly would be the eternal sleep phase of the Eternal Dream curse.

Most people had treated it as much.

Yet the emperor had woken up again this late in the game.

The Cold War had been going on for about seven years now, reaching the endgame where the victor would emerge decisive.

Many forces were confident they had a good grasp on which prince or princess would ascend the throne and which royal's ass they needed to kiss.

However, a new variable had returned to play. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

The Emperor of Harmony.

The faction that was displeased the most was the Raijun Faction.

This was because they had the most to lose by the reintroduction of this old yet powerful variable.

There was one thing that everyone considered.

What if the Emperor finally decided to support one of his children?

This was certainly not the first time that he had been awake. The Kandrian Throne War had been sparked when a year-long coma had frenzied the royals into almost triggering the war for the throne until it was revealed that he was not dead yet, merely under the effects of the Eternal Dream disease.

The royals temporarily paused their campaign, and the stakeholders of Kandria temporarily paused negotiations with the royals.

For the first time in more than seven years, silence ran through the political landscape of the Kandrian Empire.

Even the Martial Union held its breath.

Was something bound to happen?

Days passed.

A week passed.

Nothing.

The air of anticipation was fading.

Just as all of East Panama concluded that the Emperor was not to move, a sudden shock spread through the political landscape of Kandria.

An announcement.

An invitation.

Not just any invitation.

And not just to anybody.

The Emperor of Harmony had invited all the powers and stakeholders of Kandria to a gathering where to bear witness to his addressal to the royal family, to all those who bore his blood.

The Martial Union, the cabinet of ministers of the executive government, the generals of the Royal Army, the chairmen of the top one hundred corporations of Kandria, the Martial families of the Kandrian Martial community, the Kandrian Seafare Association, the leadership of the Kandrian Ruffians, national banks, national labor union leaders, and many other nationally relevant Kandrian powers.

He had even invited people with open-secret ties to the Underworld, such as Chairman Charles DiVilliers!

The Kandrian Empire shook as the Emperor of Harmony made a move!