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"You'd be laughed out of Olympia, saying that" He sneers, though not meanly "They'd assume it was a joke or one of those nonsensical koans your people delight in. I'd be a fool to scorn such valuable troops, before hammering out their faults. An easy task, if your scions are to be taken as the standard. If I have time free, I may ask them of the fourth legion, Older brother "

"You did not simply tell Dae-hyun the designation of your gestation pod?" You ask as you snap your fan close "And, while it may seem an easy task, I'd suggest putting the fundamentals of it into motion via a "Petty rebellion" of thought and ideals, something that would not break your oath to your father, and spread your beliefs with only societal pressures as an opposing force"

"I was entranced by so renowned a warrior, who hasn't heard of the bear of Terra" Perturabo sarcastically answer shaking his head "And that would earn me far more enemies than I already have"

"The ire of the shortsighted is often lost in the mists" You answer, looking at him from the corner of his eyes "And you have nothing to fear from such petty strifes, born of lesser minds"

"Oh but they will haunt me, hound me, work against me in all ways they can, undermine me and my vision" Perturabo says with a vicious glint in his eyes, as satisfaction blooms in his heart "Oh they will brand me another foolish son of my fool of a father"

"With whose backing their complaints shall be silenced to rueful murmurs and jealous whispers" You argue as he throws his hands up in the air

"He would never dare weaken his position, allowing me to hammer society into a more perfect form" He sadly replies

"The shortsighted are easily lost in the mist" You answer with a variation of the earlier idiom, raising up one finger along the flat of your fan "Tyrants cannot see far beyond their own palaces. He values your knowledge, your shrewd mind, he knows the worth of you, he recognizes the benefits your contributions to technology and warfare bring"

"You think a tyrant of Olympia will be as easily baited as those you contended with here?" He replies quietly, conspiritorially

"You name him a fool. Fools, of all kinds of men, are the most alike to one another, even across the span of stars" You answer plainly "Separate the grain from the chaff, polish the rice, and cook it"

he frowns

"Translation. Find those with hidden talents or overlooked genius, teach them, shape them into my ideal subordinates, to play host to my personal vision" He says, rubbing his temple as if it aches "So their skills would speak of my superior methods, and silence those who seek to undo my efforts behind my back, quieting the critics"

"And imagine how humiliating it would be, for say, a shepherd with a mind for numbers, outdoing the trusted mathematician of a high lord" You sneer back as Perturabo savors the thought like a hard candy, reveling in the mere idea of such a thing.
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