I was a great emperor. I was a military dictator once, but now I have full power. I was loved by many… but there are those such as my assassins here that despise me.686Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnDcgCnGmdH
I know what I did wrong. I couldn't have even tried to fix it. People loved and people hated me, but how could I control one’s opinion if I can't change it at all? I achieved many goals, both large and small, both great and insignificant, but that cannot change the people’s opinions. I have ruled for some time now, and I see that there will always be someone who hates you, no matter how good you can be.
I love my empire. It stretches across many lands, and my armies are the best of the best. My people are the most humble, my peasants the most grateful, my riches the heaviest, my roads the cleanest, but there can still be flaws. My empire is so vast that it is difficult to control it, such as a bird with many wings. My soldiers may be loyal, but they can be ever so slightly wavering from time to time. I rule over all other politicians, but they may not enjoy that. Some of them might even want to usurp me. Well, actually, they do.
My assassins are stabbing me in this court of law. My blood is spilling onto the cold floor, painting it a crimson red. I cannot fight back, as there are several of them. They are desperately trying to kill me, as if they think me invincible. My eyesight is blurring and everything looks foggy, but as I look up in terror, I think I can see a familiar face. As I draw my last breath, I look into his eyes and say:
“Et tu, Brute?”
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