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Chapter 350 - Chapter 118

- The empire began to unite only the lands of people and that without the Sunset Provinces, the way to which lay through the elven forests. But even after that the emperor managed to keep the state from final disintegration. Almost two decades passed and it seemed that everything had calmed down and the crisis had passed. But then the emperor died. His heir went to Alia for the coronation. At that moment, the two younger brothers of the new emperor declared that they did not recognize his authority. The middle brother rebelled here in Nayru, and the younger brother fled north to a town called Frez. And so Gania and Valeria seceded from the Empire. And while the Emperor unsuccessfully stormed the walls of Nayru, the entire border and the north went up in flames. In time, the current states were formed in the north. The western borders of the human lands are now represented by many countries that proudly call themselves the Unruly Kingdoms, although in fact they simply did not reach them and no one tried to conquer them. The Emperors had long ago reclaimed the southern border, but it could not be otherwise. Small independent principalities formed there were simply unable to repel raids, neither orcs nor nomads. That's it. A little history, my friend. As you can see, the Night of Moore only brought about the collapse, but it did not collapse the Old Empire.

- And why did all the mages die so suddenly?

- No one knows. There was simply no one to do the research to get an answer to this question. Personal mages could not do it, they lacked knowledge. In those times personal mages were divided into two categories: men went to paladins, women to alchemists, because there were many true mages, there was no such mortality in the process of training as now. We have lost all knowledge of magic, but alchemy has been preserved in its entirety. That is why the alchemists are so up to snuff, even in front of us true mages. Their knowledge goes back to those times, ask your friend about it. We're reconstructing it bit by bit. Our knowledge and skills are only a faint semblance of what mages had in the days of the One Empire.

- But why isn't this being told to everyone?

- And who needs it? - Relius smiled wryly.

- Well...

- No one! Don't try to think of an answer. Kings are reminded of the treachery of their ancestors by these stories. To mages? To us, it means exposing our shame to the world. Nobles? Why would they embarrass the people by telling of a time when everyone obeyed the common laws and thereby undermine their power!? The only people who would tell the truth are the churchmen. But even here there are nuances, - the magician bent to the interlocutor and lowered his voice, - Under the United Empire the Creator was honored, not Demur. The Light Demur was only one of the minor gods, and his cult, though respected, was by no means supreme. So the Light Church had no business telling people the truth.

Valentine remained silent, absorbing the information he had received. The catastrophe that had happened in one night had set off a chain of events that had changed the face of the world. It was to everyone's advantage to forget what had happened. But what happened once could happen again.

- And no one fears a repeat of Moore's Night?

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