In the Chosen beginning, he traveled to the magical world and became a witch.
But precisely because of the existence of magic, nobles with pure blood have completely completed the closed loop of privileges from birth to death.
Magic is supposed to benefit the world as much as industry, and the world shouldn't be like this.
Someone once said that some people hope that they will live well, and some people hope that everyone will live as well as him.
This world may not care about one more witch or one more noble.
But ordinary people care, they need someone who can tell the world that mortals also have power!
Steam engine! Transportation revolution! Industrial revolution! A combination of magic and industry!
Musket! Heavy artillery! Tank! Fleet!
History always advances on the saber, and dignity is always on the sword's edge!
The collision of systems and systems! The collision of guns and magic! The collision of heavy artillery and mage!
The steel eagle competes with the dragon in the sky, and the tiger king competes with Beamon on land.
Science brings civilization, fleets give power, and nuclear peace is the truth!
I give you war! End war with war!
If there must be a king, why can't it be me?
Medea said.
