"Is it true that if we can get them all on our side, we can tip over the Khalifa Spire?" Aisha sighed.
"It's the only way. Can we really compete with Honma Noriko in terms of wealth? Intercontinental capital giants and the truly invisible local tycoons, would they be willing to watch you stir up trouble here? Think carefully about our current partners. You'll see who came today, the marginalized desert dwellers, the sidelined trade guild members, roving nomads... If you want greater support, you must establish the 'Spice Law'!" Hasan said firmly.
Damn it, damn it. Aisha's elbow rested on the throne's armrest, her palm supporting her chin.
She had never thought of truly opposing Honma Noriko's route, because it seemed too incredible. Yet now the situation had reached a point where she must make promises to the people, gain their support, and then head down a wide road...
March towards Safalai City!
