Gregor's suggestion wasn't something Hibbort hadn't considered. As the emperor, Hibbort had far more to consider than these specialized ministers.
Standing up, he walked to the square window behind him with his tea, feeling a few strands of sunlight brush his face, warm but unable to dispel the chill in his limbs.
The development prospects of magical devices were vast. They could improve living conditions, and if the issue of expensive magical crystals was resolved, they could even be used in production.
By then, the empire's overall strength might reach new heights, no longer fearing potential future wars.
Thinking of the neighboring Kingdom of Velys, which had been restless in recent years with frequent border clashes, Hibbort tightened his grip on the teacup, his usually resolute eyes showing a rare hint of uncertainty.
