It all makes sense now. I have been out in the wilderness, away from
distraction, meditating on my failures. The reconstruction of Celidon,
making it into something better than the international embarrassment it
has been. Trying to recapture the days of Kildare, the only kohdon I
ever respected, when Celidon had a purpose and some pride. Even the
Grand Nessaja was young once. Our failure to do so, due to multiple
elections we so closely lost due to your colossal blunders. Not even the
spies of Kinsarmar had done as much damage.

You sold us out. The way every one of us who fought more valiantly than
anything I had seen in the past century faded away into undeserved
exile. All of us besides you. The way you complained ceaselessly to me
about Aakrin and Celidon, yet have stuck to him all this time. Those
elections you made us lose with your stupid behavior, over and over
again, contesting your war friends and splitting votes over and over
again. It was all planned from the start. And like a fool I believed
you, I said comforting words and asked you to be careful not do it
again, but of course you did. I only realize now that I actually trusted
you completely, and it was a mistake. You never intended to remake
Celidon with us. You used us to maintain the status quo which has
brought the worlds wrath down upon it, then you sabotaged us.

And we kept on trusting you. Even your fianc whom you eventually left. I
who killed my own father to gain his power and wealth, as I think he did
before me-- someone like me trusted you.

I salute you, but I will run you down my glaive, and burn your precious
lands to the ground. The graves of the Reachs soldiers, those who did
not hide, will be fed with your blood. And I will rule Celidon as it
should have been or no one will rule it at all.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aequitas, in the year 541 AD.