As the eternal king of the Kingdom, he must simultaneously be the Father of the Royal Army.

One is a golden-masked, black-tied gentleman; adopting Mr. Wednesday’s identity to intensify shipments on Financial Street, ensuring neither the Church nor the Kingdom can interfere with his tranquil farming.

One dons the Pirate King’s garb; a week later, leading a Pirate Fleet, where many captains have now been granted noble titles, back to Black Sails Harbor.

Noble titles are reserved for one’s family and descendants. Except for the fortunate few who might be promoted to Fourth Order and realize a career change, those in the Lighthouse Sequence destined to be [Pirates] are bound to continue wandering the sea.

While they have swiftly concluded their civil war, seizing colonial profits is their priority.

One is an indigenous emperor with bronze skin; necessitating a return to the Sacred Golden Empire on Yucatan Island to preside over the situation, and stabilize the populace.

Another donned a formal crown to preside over a financial ministry meeting for Catherine; while the last inspected the textile factories now spreading throughout the Kingdom...

Since Byron ascended to a Fifth Order Divine Being, with his soul anchored to the Immortal Stairway, the number of incarnations he could split off dramatically increased.

No longer confined to the initial dual acts of [Mad Hunt] and [Sea Hunter], he demonstrated a remarkable proficiency with incarnations.

Coincidentally, "seven" is a number imbued with magical forces and symbolizes "Change at Seven".

Furthermore, human spirituality consists externally to internally of seven components: Ether Body, Emotional Body, Mind Body, Starlight Body, Ether Template, Exquisite Body, Spiritual Body.

Split into seven incarnations is perfect, with each possessing typical Fourth Order strength capable of borrowing power from the main body in crucial moments.

Most importantly, in essence, the incarnations are part of him, akin to limbs, divided to multi-task without forming a second consciousness; from a conceptual standpoint, betrayal is impossible.

With these seven incarnations, Byron compares to a seasoned [Time Management Master], capable of multitasking without confusion.

Leaving aside other matters, even taking a job on the textile factory assembly line would earn him six additional salaries compared to others.

No wonder the belief that the Extraordinary World places transcendence as the foremost productive force prevails.

Incidentally, the task of responding to prayers was assigned to his non-resting incarnations, achieving optimal efficiency.

Historically, rulers and monarchs renowned for diligence pale in comparison to his ability to split himself into eight, perpetually active even without observing day and night.

"Your Majesty, someone is requesting your help, and has been brought to you."

Just as the Naval Marshal incarnation reached the Northern Frontier Military Harbor, a request from a Kalmar Union noble was received from the Strait Fleet’s cruiser.

At the dock, he encountered Count Hodalan, who secretly defied [Evernight Queen]’s orders, instead of eradicating "coelenterate disease" infectees, he sneaked out seeking his aid.

Although Byron waited for defectors to voluntarily pledge allegiance, he hadn’t anticipated such swift action, clearly premeditated, coinciding perfectly with circumstances.

Especially after observing the young count’s expression, a blend of excitement and genuine admiration.

Suddenly, he realized he might have underestimated his influence among certain individuals within the Kalmar Union.

Upon the count’s disembarkation, with uncontainable excitement, he exclaimed to his retinue:

"Look, I recognized him instantly, His Majesty the Wild Hunt King resembles the divine statue tattooed on my back... identical."

"It really is molded from the same cast, so imposing!"

Byron initially considered the notion of someone already tattooing his divine image, somewhat excessive, contemplating a dramatic gesture comparing purchasing horse bones to buying horse skeletons.

However, a [Divine Sight] revealed the so-called divine image, uh...

Bang!

Both fists involuntarily clenched explosively.

Count Hodalan, upon hearing the sound, revealed a foolish grin, unable to conceal his excitement, fluttered his hand in a gesture of sheer stupidity.

Completely unaware that his crude imitation of Bayfolk Barbarians’ ingratiation posed potentially severe consequences.

He scuttled excitedly to Byron, performing a respectful gesture, unveiled his plea, then unwittingly inquired:

"Your Majesty the Wild Hunt King, might there be something troubling you? Can I ease your worries?"

Byron gritted his teeth, forcing a faint smile:

"No, I’ve merely discovered the Count might also suffer from colorectal ’coelenterate disease’."

"Allow me to treat you first."

The count appeared instantly alarmed:

"N-no way, right?"

Yet Byron solemnly replied:

"No, you do have it! As the Father of Healing, I declare you do, so you do!"

Subsequently, the count experienced an onset, a firsthand lesson in the concept of... having a mouth without a colon.

In the future, he would surely refrain from indiscretion and become a real noble, truly commendable.

...

Other matters simply require systematic execution, posing no substantial problems; Byron’s primary concern was the Kingdom’s industrialization.

Given the amplification of strength divides into two components: individual strength and state strength.

The gold content of a crown correlates with national power and public willingness.

The most central principle is: the higher surplus labor time and surplus value, the greater the belief willpower infused into products, enhancing state strength and strengthening the crown!

An industrial nation is clearly superior to an agricultural one, regardless of the material realm or the realm of Mysticism.