could. > After his father dies, he will need someone to help him win this war. And who could be more likely than the closest ally of his rule? <Chrustle chuckled to himself. In the event that Rontesle won, he could still show himself cooperative and give the king a helping hand wherever possible. Most quickly gained confidence in the smart, convincing and sensible-looking politician. So why should Herr von Rontesle behave differently?It was a safe undertaking, Chrustle thought, leaning back in his chair. The subject who had read him the announcement disappeared at a sign from his master.
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An hour later on Musala
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Schatza had awakened with a feeling of triumph in her heart and it lasted. > Of course. he thought. > After all, I will soon be more powerful than anyone in the universe! <Rontesle was just the beginning, a test and a demonstration of his unwavering power. Inwardly, mockery and mockery played their silent but heated game of all other peoples. The Muska had begun to believe they were something better. A master race, chosen by the gods of their culture and called to great things. Today this would begin with a speech by the Führer. It read as follows: "My people, how proud I can be to see you all gathered here today in the morning and ready for action. You are great, because you not only demand, but act to the same extent.In this way you harvest the largest fruits from trees that are otherwise hardly bearable. And when the sun fades, your shine would illuminate the universe again brightly and bring it to light and life. We are not the founders of this war that is inevitably necessary. We were forced to take up arms through resentment and ridicule and defend our honor and our planet. Our goal is to secure the empire from all sides and for a long time to come. To achieve this, Rontesle has to be weakened to its limits and then pushed further. We have to push them out of our area, because they stand in the light and with that they are doing an injustice. We are the ones who deserve a place in the light. A position in the universe, viewed by young and old. Peace is very important to me, but everyone should receive their just punishment. Rontesle stands before our court, but he denies, despite clear facts and transparent evidence. It cannot go on like this and each of you knows that very well.Therefore, thinking for the good of my people, I decided to act now rather than when it is too late. We are superior to the Rusalas, both militarily and spiritually. The enemy must be put in their place as a wild animal must be tamed. We must not let it become more powerful, because soon, in maybe 3 years, it could develop into a threat to all planets. But I am full of confidence, because we are a community that sticks together. We support each other and help each other wherever we can. That fills me with pride and awe. Together we are strong. Everyone belongs and nobody is worth more or less. This system is worthy of the best and should be enforced on every planet. The common ground makes us powerful and together we can achieve success. Now our hour has come and we will know how to use it skillfully. We live on behalf of a higher power and at some point we will have to answer to it.One will be proud of each one of you who fought for freedom and for your planet. Against the enemies who want to drown us with their pride in things that are insignificant and with their hearts on the wrong side. Just as your heart beats wrongly, so too does your head think without result. None of them have spiritual power because they are too easy to exploit and use. With a clear conscience, I hereby declare war on the planet Rontesle and especially its government. "Applause flooded everything around Schatza and he was basking in him. The deafening roar thundered like a thunderstorm in the sky. Screams of joy and congratulations had been spread everywhere. No trace of fear or depression could be felt. No, things of this kind did not exist Because one felt strong and ruled by capable rulers. War was more of a liberation than a burden on the hearts of the crowd. Great triumphs and glorious victories were expected.And you were ready to fight for what a better world should bring in the future. All were willing to accept sacrifices. Every young man in Musala, and even most of the elders, wanted to bring home fame through valiant and fierce fighting. There were not many concerns with sisters and women, for the people of Rontesle were weak in their minds, eager to see what they liked rather than what brought unrest into their lives. Blindness is a disease that can affect anyone, especially if you think you are seeing very clearly. It prevents critical questions and the independent way of thinking. Above all, with this type of blindness the lines between good and bad become so blurred that you can no longer see where one begins and the other ends.
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Shortly afterwards on Rontesle
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Bright commotion rushed like wind through the cities of the planet. The conversation was extremely excited, partly frightened and partly outraged by the latest news of the day.Not so long ago, King Hebge had made an announcement. He had reported to the people that Musala Rontesle had declared war. The king had not kept it to himself, although many advised to wait. He felt that it was his duty because his people should live in ignorance. So he reported of the hostile power that would try to devour them. Fear spread and it was great, because unlike the Muska, nobody here had demanded revenge and retribution. Nobody wanted to provoke unnecessary bloodshed, but Hebge had provided a reason with the withdrawal of his dealers and that was enough Schatza as proof of hostility. It had been a necessary step in distress for the king, but today he was no longer sure whether it was right or wrong. Hebge had tried to negotiate, but the Musala government would not accept any of his proposals. Not even those of the rulers of other peoples and planets.The king made some reproaches and on the other hand he accused the Muska. He couldn't understand how they could have chosen such a leader. A ruler who ruled them through dictatorship, suppressing their opinion and independent thinking. And you knew, even if nobody said it, neither Schatza herself nor outsiders, that Rontesle was just an attunement. In his diary, as every King of Rontesle had kept, the following entry could be read:> ... Schatza is insane. No other expression can bring it to life better. He is obsessed with hatred and power. He transfers his will to the people and they let it happen without a thought. In their eyes he is a savior, liberator and lord of the future. A better future, but the eyes go blind in the bare face of limitless power and displace facts as the sun does and vice versa. Due to wrong ideas, your soul gradually blackens and slides inexorably to the dark side.Nobody wants to see the truth in its cruelty, in its hatred. Clouds are gathering up and covering up a time of peace. Not only do they obscure the light of their enemies, but also their own without noticing it. Schatza has not the slightest idea of ​​the law and freedom of every creature in this universe in which we live. The rotten poison of Mach has attacked him and his entourage like an incurable disease, like an ulcer that grows rampant and thrives on hatred. You have been infected and so far there is no cure because none is being sought. His people are like a hostage who doesn't know what's going to happen next, but doesn't want to know either. Fear is stranger than anything and yet, as always, omnipresent. But nobody wants to recognize it in the intoxication of confidence and fighting spirit. But I know it will be a bloodbath, for us as well as for the enemy who proclaimed himself as such against us. But we will not surrender, because I am sure that one task would destroy everything.Schatza is ready for it and his people are loyal subjects to him, for life. I have no grudge against the people themselves, but their recklessness makes me sad and angry to the same extent. They called for fame and now there is one who promises them even more. Do it! A catchphrase of our gray, smoke-polluted times. We will be beaten with all severity, but we will counter violently too. It is not about triumph and the feeling of superiority, but about the security of my people. I can feel their fear, but also their willingness. Our only goal is to protect our planet and preserve our culture and civilization. I will try by all means to avert the cruel fate that Schatza is still keeping secret from everyone. Certainly he will be a tough opponent because his troops are strong. I will not force anyone to fight the Muska, but they will come voluntarily to do it.The cyborgs will be of great help to us, especially in combat in space. Hope for a peaceful solution has long since ceased to shimmer as brightly as it was a long time ago. We'll hold or die. If I have to, even I will fight alongside my men. This fight will decide our future and we have a duty to fulfill. Not in the name of the gods, but in the name of the people ... <
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I hope you will give me your opinion on this.
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