Warning Label - Ideology and Political Statements.
This chapter contains things that may annoy you or make you disagree. I want to convey that these are not my thoughts, but those of the Character. You may disagree with them or agree with them. I will let you know that I do not care. These are part of my story.
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The night came to an end, and I left the Duchess a twitching mess behind me. We could have gone longer; I had proved that with that month with her, and no one would ever question that. I stood and stretched, knowing that I had other things to be doing. And someone to convince of something. I had dreaded this conversation, but with the end of the war on the horizon, I needed an insider. Not in the depths, although that would be preferable. But someone in the know and open-minded.
Ideology was a dangerous thing, and people would die for it.
It was something I noticed a significant lack of in this world where Nationalism exists, though in its early stages.
In my previous world, the rise of nationalism and national identity was a key turning point in human history. It was when nations started to unite for something greater, although at that time it was for war. In this world, it was just starting, and the Empire probably had the strongest national identity. However, it was still in the weak stages where people would still be willing to change. The Border City was a key component of that. It had been an Empire city for at least a century, although I was not exactly sure who owned it before it still had an identity before that. I guarantee that people remember.
In my previous world, there were people who still fondly remembered a fallen monarchy that had shown brutal abuse of the people. They had never lived in that age, never benefited from that monarchy, and they might have even abused their grandparents or great-grandparents to the point of death, and they still looked favorably on them.
That was a national identity. Once it was established, unless you massacred everyone involved or thought that identity was good, then you would have that identity continue even after being conquered. In fact, the place that caused me to shoot myself in my previous life was a perfect example of that. The Confederacy only lasted a few years, but it fought for its identity. Whatever that identity was, it did not matter.
People remembered it fondly, even if they never benefited from that identity. That identity might have even hurt their family in that time, but over a hundred years later, they would fight their compatriots to show their pride in something that they did not even understand the identity of.
This is the power of National pride.
The pride and the desire to fight for something that they will never reach. Never touch. It was an ideal that people could believe in and strive for, and never reach. Because it is an Ideal and IDEALS DON'T EXIST.
I took a deep breath as I looked back at the woman behind me. She was breathing and twitching. "God Doorknocker," She moaned, and I chuckled.
"Got to go, Duchess, absorb that bit of White gold. I will come back to fill you up later," I told her, but departed, not knowing when I would get the chance.
Stepping out, I heard a whisper in my ears sent by a naughty Succubus. "Later, you must give me your white gold too," I heard her chuckling at how the Duchess referred to my semen, and I chuckled as I nodded.
"Of course," I replied and continued to walk a couple more steps before poking a hole through reality and maneuvering to the front, where my next meeting was. This one was going to be overseen by my mother. I turned to her, sent out a mana message, and received confirmation.
I had to get all my troubles addressed before moving forward, and I took a moment to comprehend my thoughts.
I needed to make a Nation Identity for the Beast-kin Nation. One that they would strive for, one that would take the achievements of the past and build on. To take with pride, and this war was the perfect fire to ignite. To move forward from here, there would be people who remember the tribe system with pride. But now.
It had to end.
It had to die in the depths of history just like others in my past world. The ones that were not meant for greatness, and I would ensure that I snuffed out the flames and made a system that would never allow them to rise.
I could not be lukewarm like Liberalism in my past world. I had seen where that led. It was caked in disputes over what was best to do and allowing others to dictate the future. There were strengths to it, but there were more weaknesses, which allowed people who should not have the right to talk to talk. Fascists and Communists were perfect examples of those who talked that should not be allowed.
This was a world of strength, where might makes right, and the only reason the weak are allowed to live is that they make things. If you don't give good things to those who are weak, then you will have nothing but the barren for the strong. So you must have both a future for those you care about, which might not always be strong.
That was the paradigm of this world I started to figure out. The Strong dictate things, but they often use their power from the shadows, letting the weak move in the open. For they know that if they do whatever they want, all it would do is hinder whatever they want. For the weak have the strength of doing nothing.
That was what the strong wanted the least. For the weak to give up striving for more. They always wanted the weak striving for something, for better things. If they give in to nihilism, they will suffer the most. They will watch as everything around them dies a death because they were unwilling to relent.
With these thoughts in my mind, I still had no idea what government to make, but I had to have this conversation and talk to one of the most important people I needed to talk to for my plan.
I walked in and saw Isabelle behind her desk reading something that clearly irritated her. She was glaring at it as if her glare could change the contents of the letter if she glared hard enough, and I walked into her trench office at the front. She looked up as she heard me walk in, and I started to raise barriers, but knew my mother was raising a much more robust one beyond that. I needed this to be heard by no one, and Isabelle looked at me, surprised.
"What's going on, you need to talk or kill me?" Isabelle asked, feeling my mana and my mother's moving to create a barrier meant to dampen hearing but also to make it feel like nothing had been put up in the first place, and I shook my head.
"Why would I want to kill such a beautiful and smart woman like you, Isabelle?" I asked, "No, I want to have a conversation." I told her, and she looked at me, annoyed.
"So badly that you got your Mother to set up this barrier?" Isabelle asked, looking around, and I nodded.
"Yes, because we need to talk about something that the fewer who hear it the better," I told her, and Isabelle frowned even more deeply. But then, she put down the letter in a way I could not see it, and she leaned back in her chair.
"Alright, tell me," She said.
I took a deep breath, and I asked her a simple question, "Isabelle, what do you think about our Beast-kin nation?"
My question made her frown deeply, and she glared at me, and I shook my head, "No, I am not planning on leaving the Beast-kin Nation," I told her bluntly, "I love my children too much for that," I told her honestly, and thought about all those cuties back home. I could not help but feel melancholy over not being able to watch them grow. "You know, I miss them, all those cute little faces looking at me, calling me daddy. Sure, it makes me feel weird when they call me Daddy, but I don't want to confuse them after their mothers tell them to call me that. I am a woman in my mind at least, but I cannot tell them otherwise. I miss them so much and want what is best for them. I would never give anyone an excuse to go after them, like leaving the nation for another, like the Duchess. That was probably one of the reasons that she could leave the Empire was because she had nothing there but her achievements, which followed her when she departed."
Isabelle nodded, and her eyes lost focus. Then she thought about my question. "I don't know what to say, I never really thought about it," Isabelle said, "I fought for our nation more than once, I want to see what is best for our Nation as a whole." She finally said seriously.
"You want to know what I think of our nation?" I asked, turning to her.
"Sure?" Isabelle asked.
"I think our nation is dead in its current state. A dead dying article of the past," I told her bluntly, surprising her deeply. "We are a floundering Nation with no identity. We should not be called the Beast-kin Nation. We should be called what we are, like those beast-kin in the north. The Western Beast-kin Tribes. Not something powerful like a Nation. We are a group of tribes that know how to unite when we get pissed off enough and shove a bunch of barbarians in haste towards our enemies."
Isabelle was thoroughly shocked by my words. Her mouth opened and closed. "You know why we won against the Empire? I gave everyone the report. I know you read it."
"The Duchess believes it was because of the arrogance of the commanders. Believing that they were clearly stronger," Isabelle said her words thoughtfully, "That with the speed at which I moved and the hasty ill thought replies from the Empire were the reason for their loss. That and the surprise with which we came at them. No intelligence seemed to come from our nation as we attacked. That we attacked without them getting a sniff of it and with each response done with arrogance and not treating us as a serious threat turned into a ball of failures picking up speed as it ran downhill." Isabelle said, and I nodded.
"Exactly, and I agree with them, then again, I would not have written that report if I did not agree with it," I told her, and Isabelle nodded. "Although that comes from conversations with the Duchess after interrogating her for hours with many others." Isabelle nodded, and I looked at her. "Do you know why I made the Elite Army and the Logistics Army?"
My question made her frown, "To have your own forces for the Bunny-kin that you could control," Isabelle said, and I barked a laugh. One filled with contempt, and I glared at her, surprising her, showing pure, unfiltered contempt.
"Come on, Isabelle, we have been working with each other for over a year now. You think I WANT control?" I asked sarcastically, and Isabelle frowned, looking annoyed. "Please, at every moment, I push off my responsibilities to others. I do the mandatory minimums to the point that I am sure that my commanders only idolize me because of what I have done and proven right every time I do something major. Without my track record, my army would be a husk of itself. With the commanders trusting nothing signed by me." I scoffed at the very thought that someone could think I want more control over people.
"Well, you do have a harem you have control over," Isabelle said, and I could hear my mother chuckling openly at those words, and I paused.
"THEY LIKE ME!" I snapped, "Just because they listen to me does not mean I control them!" I yelled in exasperation, "I barely even tell them to do things!" I threw my hands in the air.
"Well, other than Rose, but she knows what I want and is listening because she wants to help me," I sighed, realizing I might be a bit more controlling than I thought. I did not want-
I cut my own thoughts off and shook my head. "We are getting off topic," I said. Isabelle nodded, "I do not want control," I told her, "I hate the amount of shit on my table as it is. I want to go back to not having responsibility and live with those little cuties back home and be their dad. BUT!" I stopped for a moment. I glared at Isabelle, who understood I was getting to my point, "but," I reiterated before continuing, "I want them to live in peace. In a Nation that works for them. That protects them from the rest of the world. One that will give them a better life than I had. One that will give their kids a better life than I had. And I will tell you one thing right now," I told her, my voice dark, "That is not the Beast-kin Nation as it lives right now."
Isabelle looked shocked, her voice trembling as she finally asked, "What do you plan to do and why are you talking to me about it?"
I took a deep breath, and I looked at her with all seriousness, "I want to make a real Nation, Isabelle, to turn the Beast-kin Nation as we are now into a REAL BREATHING NATION!" I announced, "One that the Empire will tremble in front of that the Kingdom will quack before. One where the Dwarven Kingdom will beg before. One that the High and mighty Elves will not look down upon. I want to create a Nation that will last, a Civilization greater than the Arcane Era. One that all races will seek out to live under. One that will innovate and grow more powerful with each conflict with others. One that is an Entity. One that will be strong and where our children, my children, your children, will be STRONG, even if they are weak compared to us. Where no one is weak, even as they are weak. Where the Strong are Stronger because of the strength of the weak!" I told her my eyes were twinkling as I told her what I wanted to do.
What I needed to do, "And I need your help because we have a skin that is surrounding us, choking us. Choking our chances to become the strong, the previous strong that like the status quo. That's like things as they are now because they are comfortable. They like being stronger than their offspring. They like commanding them and having control over them, even as they strangle their hopes, dreams, and might before they grow. They kick the ladder out behind them and sneer at them when they cannot grow like them."
"You're talking about the Dragonic Tribe," Isabelle said, and I shook my head.
"No, no, I am not," I told her. "Although the current people at the top of the Dragonic are some of them," I told her, "No, I am talking about everyone imeding progress, I am talking about elders even in the Bunny-kin tribe. I am talking about those who impede me from changing our nation into what it actually is.
"A Nation!" I announced. "I WANT TO TURN OUR NATION INTO EXACTLY THAT! A NATION FILLED WITH THOSE STRIVING FORWARD CREATING A BETTER FUTURE FOR ALL, and not one filled with scophantic idiots looking out only for themselves. One where all can rise with drive forward. These are my ideals." I told her with fervor, and she looked astonished at me.
"How would you even start that?" She asked with a shocked appearance.
"Education," I told her, and grinned menacingly. "Universal education controlled by the Nation. From the top down, we start, from a young age!"
"What do you mean?!"
I grinned, and I gathered my thoughts for a moment, my smile growing. "We start with creating an identity, then we make them swear allegiance to that identity day after day. From a young age," I said with a grin, taking a page out of the book of those who I killed myself because. Their education system started day after day, reciting an oath to the nation, and their national pride was the highest in the world.
"Day after day? You mean every day?" Isabelle asked, sounding astonished.
"Every day, they are being educated. I will start from the young age of three years old. Starting with how to read, write, and do math, then slowly growing in complexity. At the same time, we will educate them in the ways to grow in strength. We will not hold back in teaching how to use mana. We will develop safe ways for students to grow, but also allow the smarter ones to experiment in front of those who can stop them from destroying themselves. We grow them up in a place where everyone is educated and can control mana, allowing discourse for all to speak about it. If everyone knows how to grow stronger, then we also allow the best to grow, which means more A rankers, B rankers, C rankers, D rankers, E rankers, and F rankers. Only those who will be without strength will be at the bottom, and maybe we might find ways to grow them in strength, too. But even then, with them being educated, we will have use for them. With everyone smarter and stronger, we will be able to build a foundation of strength to build a civilization that will crush all those around us!" I told her, and Isabelle was stunned stupid at this point.
"The cost, though?" She asked.
"Oh, come on, you know how much gold sits there in the coffers, and I have already started building what will be the top Academy. A place where all can learn to be the best they can be, so please," I said scoffing, "plus with more educated people, the more they produce. The more we can sell, the stronger the economy grows, and the proceeds of agriculture will grow with it," I told her, my voice fervent, and she looked lost in thought.
"Your idea is insane, educating everyone? Will there be enough tutors?" She asked.
"One teacher for twenty or more kids. Each teacher only has to teach the same things year after year, then as it increases in complexity," I grinned, and she looked at me, shocked.
"As you have more kids reaching the peak, they will, in turn, become teachers for the next generation, and it will become a larger and larger boulder rolling down a hill. Once it starts, it will feed upon itself," Her voice was shocked, but her mind was now kicking in, and I could see the gears in Isabelle's head start to turn.
This was the thing about people in this world, and my last from the past. I was not saying that they were stupid; many modern ideas were something taught to them by people who had learned them from the truly smart of the past who thought of them. Henry Ford's creation of the Assembly line was one of the most ingenious and simple inventions. Training people to do one task, then making them do it till they could do it in their sleep, was an invention that skyrocketed production. But were all the others around that time stupid because they never thought of it?
No, many probably had the same idea. They just did not implement it, or think it would increase production enough. Or simply did not care.
Albert Einstein was someone who created the math for the laser, and no one cared about the equation and the fundamentals of the laser he created at the time. Then the modern world learned what that simple equation could do, and eighty percent of the world's GDP began to rely upon that simple equation.
Education was what the world used as a foundation, and everything you invest in it seems like a waste. But it is not a waste, it is an investment in the nation's future.
One that will not pay off immediately or even in ten or twenty years. It pays off in fifty to a hundred years, and it was one I wanted to make here, and I could see Isabelle thinking about what would happen if we did that here.
"Is it that simple?" Isabelle asked.
"Yes and No," I told her, my voice grave.
"Huh?" Isabelle looked at me, confused.
"It sounds simple, but think about it, Isabelle," I told her slowly, "Think about what the Dragonic Elder Council will do, What the Bunny-kin Elder council will do," I told her, "The Dog-kin Elder Council will do," I continued, "It is not just your tribe, or my tribe, but the other tribes. Many at the top like how things are. Like the control they have and the head Merchant families that act like Nobles in our lands, even without nobility. How will they act when their monopolies on information are suddenly broken? Where their ability to control the people under them is threatened, and their power is threatened?"
Her face went blank.
"It sounds simple because it is simple. The more people who know how to do things, the better. Because once they know how to do it one way, it can be refined and perfected, but Greed then takes hold. They want to hoard that power for themselves to ensure those they care about can use it over everyone else. So they stop others from learning it." My words were akin to a bucket of water. "Everything that is simple is the most complicated thing to actually achieve."
I chuckled, "Imagine in the military, take that city, but what is on the other side of that city?"
"People stopping you, shooting arrows at you, shooting wizard spells down at you, trying to kill you for doing that," Isabelle replied, and I grinned.
"And that is what I need your help for," I told her. Enlightenment hit her.
"What do you need?" Isabelle replied, looking at me resolutely, and I grinned.
Triumphant.
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