I expect that within the next three days all of my students will have graduated. There are a couple that are straggling behind the rest, but with some dedicated help, I’m almost certain that they can catch up.

And then next I have to connect all of the souls of my people, simply so I can avoid having another incident where the people’s anger and spite overwhelm me. I’m not looking forward to that. Exhausting my soul, like this will definitely require, is never a fun experience. Everything always feels so cold, even in the heat of summer, it makes me feel unpleasantly cold and lethargic, just sort of lifeless.

But after that I should get to do something that would be much more fun; writing books to teach people how to use magic. I hope to learn from the creations of those that learn from my creations. Who knows, maybe like that we would be capable of creating something well and truly beyond anything I could make on my own.

Speaking of creations, the scholars think that they have figured out why people are having bombs implanted into them. Everyone so far has been wealthy, influential, or otherwise powerful and all of them tend to share similar political views. So it’s probably an ideological attack of some kind. I’m not sure how this information helps us, but the scholars seem to know what they are doing so I’ll trust them for now.

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Speaking of attacks, another city has fallen to Emperor Parius the Magnificent. And now I can spread my litteral roots farther than before. Unfortunately, the enemy destroyed any useful information on the thing keeping me out before they were driven out of the city, so I am no closer to figuring out how to overcome it than I was before.

The city teleporter was also destroyed, it seems that the enemy really wants to spite our every advance. So Par will not be returning home after this successful conquest and will instead advance to the next city, he took very few losses and it’s not like food is an issue. Or any other supplies really, as most of the stuff can be produced by the plant manipulators he has available.

Other than that I took some time to talk to Speaker’s replacement, he calls himself ‘Preacher’ now. And with his preaching he has done much to improve the moral of the people. And it really is preaching, while his predecessor gave speeches. I’m not entirely sure what the difference is, but Preacher feels more emotional, more intense. While Speaker was always measured and controlled, and Whisperer was subtle and quiet. It fits.

Preacher has taken to his role remarkably well, as I expected he would. The only person that I have seen manage to rile up a crowd more is Par, and not by that much. If he lives long enough to do so, I expect him to do great things.

It feels good to have people pay me so much respect and difference.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.