Some say empires thrive on war. But the so-called war only lasted eight years.
The people of this world prostrate themselves on the ground and sing carols, and the church turns to face the sun they worship, but God knows nothing about it.
The history of the Church is the history of wars, the fall of emperors, and the struggle against witches. On the dome of the cathedral that they are proud of, what is crumbling is the throne built up by the so-called faith.
But fortunately, the smallest hope is still hope. "The seeds we plant will eventually sprout."
(The male protagonist's perspective, first person, no cp but ambiguity, career-oriented protagonist)
(Ishtar does not appear in the text. Ishtar here only has symbolic meaning + the prototype is the ancient Babylonian war goddess)
Purpose: Man's destiny is controlled by himself