Day One of the Fruit Month, two days before the coronation ceremony.
"Do you want to be the 'Emperor of the Empire' instead of the 'Emperor of the Empire'?"
The nearly five-hundred-year-old Elf elder bellowed like a child in the office.
"This is impossible! Unreasonable!"
Seated at the other end of the desk, the dictator, with a respectful smile on his face and eyes slightly squinted, replied unhurriedly,
"Based on long-term interests, I still insist on using 'Emperor of the Empire' as the imperial title, and this is also approved by the Council."
"The Council? Your Excellency, since when have you started to heed the opinions of the Council?"
The Council Chairman shook his head. As far as he could recall, Li Lin had mostly behaved no differently from a true dictator. After casting away those unpleasant memories, he scoffed,
"The whole world lies at your feet, you could completely ignore those noises."
The elder bore an "I won't be fooled" expression.
