After being crowned the empress, Basara’s first task was to admit and apologize for the empire’s past mistakes. That’s how they could move forward. They weren’t the empire of the past. All the misdeeds, wrongs, and mistakes of the past empire hadn’t been committed by her. For her, it was just history that had passed...

If she used these excuses to ignore the mistakes of the past generations and not take responsibility, who would comfort and appease the victims of the empire? Who could erase the wounds that had been rooted in them and their descendants? Could she discuss a future with them?

For the continent’s unity and peace, Basara knew she had to take full responsibility.

“Unbelievable...”

The eyes of the Sword Knights shook. There was a woman with three sword scars in the center of her face, a short man without a left ear, and an elderly man with different colored eyes. The knights knew these people who were armed with the old red armor.

Amelda, Kentrick, and Dante—they were the single digit knights who led the empire’s golden age along with Piaro. They were the idols of the Sword Knights.

“Thank you... Thank you, Goddess of Light.”

The knights suddenly started to pray. They were tr...