How good or bad a politician was would be judged by the current generation. That was because the moment a politician's reputation hit rock bottom was also the moment a politician's political life came to an end. The result of overly pursuing the "common people's" interests would be a lack of self-awareness. Most of the time, the opinion that received the majority vote wasn't the truth. Instead, it was the opinion that was viewed as the most correct by the common people.
That was why politicians who were supported by the common people would instead be controlled by the common people. No matter how skilled a politician was, the longer they held power, the better they would be at following the crowd. What results they would be able to achieve in the end wouldn't actually depend on their personal abilities or abilities. Instead, it would depend on whether or not the God of Luck was on their side.
Whether a politician was good or bad could only be seen after a few years or decades. When his successor and his successor's successor did not do a good job, people would think of their predecessors. They would curse "these shitty days" and reminisce about the past with their old friends in a drunken stupor.
With worse days and a foolish new leader as a comparison, people would feel that life was getting more and more difficult. Only then would people discover, to their astonishment, that the original leader had actually done a good job. That foolish old man who had made so many mistakes in the past had actually done a good job in the past. Now, looking back, the seeds that he had planted back then had already sprouted. Those seemingly foolish methods had actually benefited the common people many years later. Meanwhile, his successors' seemingly beautiful plans and grand goals were still just plans and goals hundreds of years later.
Apart from politicians and politicians, there was another type of person.
Even they themselves didn't know why they became leaders. Their motivation for climbing up wasn't even for themselves.
"… Our country is about to be destroyed. The common people have no way of making a living. I'm definitely going to expel the foreign enemies and return our land to us."
"If this continues, our living space will become smaller and smaller. This won't do …"
"… We have to work hard for the sake of our nation's rise. We have to learn from the foreign species' strong points …"
Most people who thought too much or didn't have enough abilities died on the way. However, there were always some people who were talented and had ideals that others thought were laughable, childish, and impossible to realize. In the end, they persevered and reached the peak as if they were blessed by the gods. They accomplished things that others would never even dare to imagine in their entire lives.
Such people were able to leave traces in history. More accurately speaking, they created history. They themselves were a part of history. If one had to find a name for them, perhaps "historical figures" would be the most appropriate description.
But on the other hand, the trajectory of their own destiny was the exact opposite.
Politicians always earned the most. The other side of their lack of opinions was that anyone could pay a price to make them speak. They always chose the winner. Before they completely lost, they would always stand at the top of the entire society and enjoy endless glory and wealth.
Their strengths and weaknesses could be seen by the people of the current generation. The winner of the endless power struggle was naturally the winner.
The fate of politicians was different, but the more they did, the more mistakes they made. Their glory and criticism were endless. The final result might be good or bad, but when it was necessary, they would make their own choices, even if it would destroy their own future.
Their achievements would be discovered by later generations. They would either be grateful or angry. At the very least, there would be traces left behind.
Historical figures were even more extreme. They had invested a lot and paid a lot, but their benefits might not be as great. In fact, they often didn't even have a good ending. For example, Yue Fei, Jeanne d 'Arc, Shang Yang, and so on. Their achievements were praiseworthy, but they often died before dawn. Perhaps their deaths themselves were tragedies to begin with.
They would become history. They would become role models for future generations. They would also cause countless people to sigh. In fact, they would even become material for creators. The foundational difference between a historical figure and a historical figure and a historical figure was that the historical figure of a historical figure would never be forgotten by others before the history of that particular person or race was destroyed.
The Aichy continent was quite cruel. It was cruel to the point where centralized political power became the mainstream. It was cruel to the point where the efficiency brought about by power was superior to everything else. Politicians were usually limited to a few specific countries.
Heroes were born in troubled times. Many years of war had given rise to countless heroes. However, there weren't many who were truly able to leave behind traces in history. And the commonality of these people was that they had all forgotten about themselves for the sake of a certain goal.
As I looked at Kakagar's background, I thought of all the people I knew in the past. Aillé, Aso, Orloss, Estrada, and so on. All of them had different standpoints, and they all had conflicting interests. However, there were some things that were similar.
Perhaps they would no longer exist, but their ideals and achievements would still remain in this world. They would influence the future of this world. And this old fox who saw through everything but chose to give up seemed to have used his own method to change the future.
Kakagar had just been talking about his own political views. Yet, in the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a mundane businessman. He didn't feel any unease at all as he completely focused on his new job. This made me feel like I had underestimated Kakagar even more.
"… Of course you underestimated him. He easily tricked you. Didn't you want to make trouble for him for secretly selling military resources? He only said a few sentences, and you've already forgotten? "
Harloys' words surprised me. Indeed, no matter what the reason was, secretly selling military resources was definitely wrong. The Mist Alliance's resources were meant for you to prepare for war. Even if you couldn't use them, shouldn't you return them to the Mist Alliance's military? What was the meaning of secretly selling military resources? If everyone learned from you, what would happen to military discipline?
"Forget it. It's a matter for the Mist Alliance's military. Why should I interfere?"
However, I didn't really care anymore as I looked at how enthusiastic the elven elves were.
Some people used their "foolish actions" to make the World Blade underestimate them. Some people were able to use propaganda and the protection of their ancestors to make others unknowingly overestimate their intelligence and lower limits. From a certain standpoint, after losing their only emperor, the elven kingdom, which had a clan system and an elder system, produced more and more sly and cunning politicians. In fact, even the increasingly popular council system was an "invention" of the elves.
From a certain standpoint, the elven elves needed public opinion and the support of prestige. Not only did the elven elves need to be controlled by the council of elders, they also needed to be controlled by the elven elves. Royal authority was constantly being restricted. If the emperor wanted to do anything, he would first have to obtain the support of the elven elves. This indeed met my standards for a politician.
I wouldn't say that politicians were naturally short-sighted or something like that. However, the elven elders would always keep me at a lower limit and challenge my logic.
"… Those elves are connected to the Holy Church? They were even the ones who proposed the Divine Alliance plan to restrict the Mist Alliance? "
I held the secret letter signed by Suana in my hand. The sharp-eared messenger in front of me was trembling as a mysterious chill froze the ground of my tent. The chilly wind was only a sign of anger. It wasn't that I doubted the veracity of Suana's information. It was just that I was truly unable to evaluate the moon elves' lower limits.
Originally, I had only thought that the Northlands moon elves would desire to break free from the Mist Alliance's control and become independent. I never expected that they would directly "collude with the enemy". However, logically speaking, this was indeed a possibility. It was nothing more than an extension of the Northlands' foreign policy of "befriending the distant and attacking the nearby". Since the moon elves wanted to break free from the Mist Alliance's control, and since the Elven Gods couldn't be counted on, it seemed only natural that they would join the Holy Church, the strongest faction in the mortal plane.
Once the Divine Alliance that would restrict the Mist Alliance was established, the Mist Alliance would naturally have to focus on dealing with the troubles in the south. This would also reduce the pressure on the moon elves.
"They have another plan …"
The middle-aged elf messenger seemed rather hesitant. It would seem that the moon elves were worried that the letter would be intercepted and written into the tent, so they used a messenger to directly deliver the message.
I snapped my fingers, causing the silly cat to cast an anti-detection spell on the tent. I then walked up to the messenger.
The messenger looked left and right, his eyes filled with unease. However, I became even more interested in the information he was delivering. What was it that made it so difficult for him to even say it?
"… They're preparing to assassinate Empress Harloys. They've even sent out assassins. Apart from that, they, they …"
I paused in surprise upon hearing this, but then I felt that it was rather funny. Harloys was now my magical pet. She wouldn't die unless I died. What meaning would there be in assassinating her?
However, the messenger didn't finish speaking. He had a panicked expression as he looked behind me and shouted loudly.
"… They're also intending to assassinate you!"
I suddenly turned around. I had already unsheathed my longsword, but there was no one behind me. There was only the bright moonlight illuminating the empty ground. However, the next instant, I mysteriously felt a chill run down my spine.
Under the gaze of the moonlight, the messenger, who looked simple and honest, suddenly rushed forward. The blue dagger was filled with fatal poison!
So, he was the assassin.
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