Under my control, the priest who had been brought to ordain my wedding, was going around and declaring a 'prophecy' concerning a chosen Empress — me.
He linked the failure of my wedding to Ronald, as a result of my status as the mother of the nation. And if I were to ascend the throne, I'd bring development to the South, which was usually ignored in development plans.
This plan of my mine, as blasphemous as it sounded, was required for my next actions. Besides, it isn't just profanity, but rather, the truth.
I am going to be Empress.
It's just my ascension needs a little push here and there.
Major newspapers fervently spread the claims of the priest. Even without my influence, they paid huge attention to the news. Each article was more exaggerated than the last. It was expected, considering how popular I was in the South.
The development pleased me to no end.
