The flame-haired girl quietly looked at Rudolf.
The other party lowered his head, not uttering a word, maintaining a kneeling posture.
"As the emperor of a nation, the lord of millions of citizens, vested with heaven's mandate, his words are law, a body worth a thousand gold, the dignity of ninety-five, should hang high above the realm of people, weaving through the grand narrative, a manifestation of the state's character, ought to be lofty, mysterious, and dignified."
She slowly said:
"However, today, Emperor Rudolf kneels before me, pleading, attempting to take upon himself all sins. In the annals of dictatorship, this is indeed rare. It should be said, having Emperor Rudolf stands as a fortune for the Red Arrow Nation. Calling you a 'People's Emperor' seems not an exaggeration."
Upon hearing this, Rudolf felt a glimmer of joy:
"Dear Miss Polina, as the embodiment of the state, punish me alone, do not let hatred linger on..."
"Once, I really agreed with you."
