Multiversal Friendship System-Chapter 227 - 226. Revolutionary Army? Get Lost!

Souta glanced coolly at Najenda and the others at the foot of the steps and said:

"The death of the Minister will serve as a lesson.

Let them witness my power firsthand.

Those who oppose me are no better than ants raging against a tree—laughable."

His gaze was icy.

Clearly carrying the attitude of—

"I don't like wasting words. I prefer straightforward domination."

"In other words, I may now begin preaching in the capital?"

The Lord asked, his face showing a trace of excitement.

Spreading Path of Peace across the Empire,

giving comfort to the populace crushed by corrupt nobles—

This was both his honor and his dream.

After all, he founded Path of Peace to give the people peace.

Clearly, only with the Lord's aid could the world be led to peace without bloodshed.

As for the Revolutionary Army?

They could go crawl away somewhere!

"You may," Souta said.

"But you yourself will not preach.

Assign it to other believers."

"Your job is to assist the Saintess in governing the Empire."

Souta turned to Chelsea and instructed:

"After the Minister's death, the situation must be stabilized.

You will temporarily impersonate him.

Work with Night Raid to cleanse his faction from within."

"Impersonate the Minister...?"

Chelsea's face twisted in disgust.

But she didn't throw a fit instead, she nodded:

"Got it.

I'll arrange his lackeys properly."

"But... the disguise won't last long, right?"

"Rest assured, Saintess," Souta said,

"once the government stabilizes, you may shed the disguise."

Although Chelsea knew Souta was hamming up the whole "noble god" role

speaking in archaic phrases like "I, Kono Dio-Da!" and calling her "Saintess".

she still had to stifle a giggle every few seconds.

"Saintess, once you return to your true form,"

Souta said meaningfully,

"it will be the day you ascend the throne."

"Pfft—wait, what?!"

Chelsea blinked, confused.

"Me?

Ascend the throne?"

"Naturally," Souta said lightly.

"The Empire must be handed to someone I trust."

"You will take the place of the current puppet ruler, claiming to be the late emperor's illegitimate child."

"You shall become the first empress."

"Uh... isn't that a bit too casual?!"

Chelsea looked absolutely dumbfounded.

Souta wanted her to be emperor!?

Was he joking?

Was this revenge for all the times she looked smug?

Was he just trying to mess with her??

"Good luck, Chelsea."

The Path of Peace, the Lord beamed at her.

"You must become a fine empress."

"Wait, even you think I can be emperor?!"

Chelsea muttered, feeling her brain short-circuit.

Wasn't the Lord supposed to be a smart political figure?

How could he fall for Souta's madness!?

"You're our God's Saintess,"

the Lord explained calmly.

"If you ascend, Path of Peace will naturally become the state religion."

"No need for any messy proclamations."

"Besides, we can't just hand over the throne to anyone else.

The royal bloodline is no good.

The Revolutionary Army is no good."

"Giving it away would be surrendering power."

"In the short term, maybe everyone would behave because of the Lord's overwhelming presence.

But long-term?

It would be a disaster."

"After all, the Lord can't stay here forever."

"But... I don't know how to be an empress..."

Chelsea said weakly.

"Saintess, do not worry,"

Souta said reassuringly.

"I know your capabilities."

"You absolutely cannot govern properly."

Chelsea: "..."

"I have already arranged for the Lord to assist you."

"You will merely be a symbolic ruler."

Chelsea, out of the Lord's view, shot Souta a fierce glare.

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This bastard... he's just enjoying himself at my expense!

She could tell from his mischievous, meaningful gaze.

Moreover—

Chelsea grew suspicious.

Could it be...

Souta had certain... fantasies about her becoming an empress?

Like the clichés of priestesses, princesses, and noble ladies—

men always had dirty imaginations about high-status women.

Could Souta be planning to...

do things to her while she sat on the throne?

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Chelsea slapped her own cheek, blushing furiously.

Why am I thinking about this nonsense?!

But—

if Souta really did have such thoughts...

she...

might not mind that much.

She had to admit—

Souta was getting more handsome by the day.

Even she couldn't help fangirling sometimes.

Souta, still seated on the throne, ignored the blushing Chelsea.

Instead, his mind turned to bigger plans.

Letting Night Raid purge the corrupt nobles—

he'd planned that long ago.

He would even send over Maeko, Cornelia, and the others Kurumi had rescued in the past,

plus members like Kurome from the Empire side.

He wasn't worried about chaos caused by mass purges either.

He had divine power.

Cleaning up turmoil was child's play.

If things got really messy,

he'd just hypnotize everyone like Lelouch did.

Suppressing an empire?

Light work for a god.

Once the situation stabilized,

he'd send Najenda back to the Revolutionary Army to bring them into the fold.

If they surrendered politely, good.

If they still dreamed of seizing power?

Souta wouldn't mind crushing them.

No more slow guerrilla tactics.

No more gradual reforms.

Strike the Minister like a thunderclap.

Crush Budo.

Depose the old ruler.

Establish a new regime.

As for Esdeath...

He might let her stay to suppress the unruly border tribes.

After cleaning up the Empire,

he'd use Path of Peace to gradually pacify the foreign races—

force and culture combined.

One thought after another flashed through Souta's mind.

His plan was brutally simple.

Zero finesse.

Absolute reliance on overwhelming power.

Because in the end—

only strength is truth.

When you have enough power to crush everything,

no problem remains a problem.

While he was deep in thought,

Chelsea leaned over and whispered:

"Souta,

Najenda and the others are ready.

You should step up now."

PS: This Akame Ga Kill arc is just tying up loose ends, so it'll move fast.