Self Control

"That's everything for the attack plan," said a young man from the Brazilian Region with glasses before looking at Edward and Olivier. He dressed in an old-fashioned way from the old era–with a suit and tie.

"I don't see any problem," said Edward. Based on his limited knowledge of war tactics, he saw no problem with the plan for the final battle. All the people present in this War Room were the brightest military minds of the Empire, so he trusted their judgment.

"Anything else?"

"We have never received any final say on whether the final battle with Guzznad will be a live broadcast?" asked an elderly man.

"The answer is no," replied Edward, and no one asked. As smart as they were, they understood there must be some secrets for the Emperor to hide the final battle. However, they were the people in the Empire with the highest security level, if there was something that even they could not know, then they did not want to know.

And their assumption was correct. Edward feared the Netheril would be revealed during his battle with Guzznad. If the people knew the Empire already had Tier 10 technology and could have easily ended this terrible war, all the effort they spent to create a positive image of a savior would be destroyed.

So, his battle with Guzznad will be recorded and edited before released to the public.

"Is there anything else?"

Everyone shook their heads, so the plan of action for this war was finalized. Edward proceeded to salute all these people, watching them leave. Then, he looked at his wife, Olivier.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I don't have anything to say."

"Really?"

"If you have something to say, get on with it," she scoffed.

"Dear, we are immortal god-like beings," said Edward nonchalantly. "We have evolved beyond the point of using passive-aggressiveness to show our emotions. If you have a problem, use your words so we can communicate."

Olivier closed the screen before her, "My problem is with you."

'That's obvious,' thought Edward, but he did not dare utter these words. Instead, he listened patiently.

"I have no problem with your womanizing ways; you can sleep with as many women you want, and I don't care," said Olivier. "However, I thought the word 'wife' would mean something to you.

"However, you seem to be collecting them like Pokemon.'

'Why the hell did I teach her such a reference?' thought Edward despite remaining calm on the surface.

"Every time you bring someone back, I feel like you cheapen the bond you have with me and the others; it's like our marriage means nothing to you."

Edward did not say anything as he pondered her words; he took her concerns very seriously. He had realized something about him, about his relationship with his wife.

His initial attraction to them is rooted in a deep desire for possessiveness. Although he grew to love them after spending time with them and getting to know their true self, his attraction to them after their first meeting originated from his past life on Primordial Earth.

In his first life, these women were out of his reach. He lusted after them but knew he could never acquire them since they were 2D creatures and because he felt he could never pull women of this caliber.

However, after his reincarnation, he became handsome, rich, suave, and powerful. So, after coming into contact with some of them, he could not control his lust.

So, because of these deep-rooted desires, he could not control himself and brought them to his harem. And as Olivier said, his actions cheapen the bond he has with his previous wives.

Edward took a moment to think of all his wives, especially the time spent together. He spent a lot of time with his wives up to Olivier. He even grew old with her, spending decades as a couple.

However, Wiz and Tsunade were different. Their encounter was brief. Although there was a spark between them, it was far from the level of marriage. In some ways, their union is more like a political marriage.

"You're right. My actions have been too much," said Edward as he exhaled out loud. "I need better self-control."

He realized he should be more sensitive to his wives and family. Otherwise, his womanizing ways might cause real trouble one day.

Olivier leaned back on her chair, sighing: "Although I would love to hear you would stop, I guess I'll accept this for now."

Stop womanizing? Edward did not think he had the strength to do such a thing. The best he can do is control himself and not allow his ways to affect his family.

"I acknowledge my fault, now, it's your turn," said Edward, looking at her.

"I didn't do anything."

"You know you went too far by having your people monitor Wiz and Tsunade," added Edward, looking directly into her eyes. Olivier sighed:

"I could not escape the irrational fear in my mind," she explained. "Someone, I could not remove the idea that you would abandon me, handing all my power to them."

She knew Edward would never do such a thing with his personality, but these thoughts consumed her mind. So, she made a stupid decision.

"You know I would never do this."

"I do, but I couldn't help it."

Edward sighed, "Once this war is over, we will all go to Family Therapy. It should be of great help to our marriage."

"That may not be a bad idea," nodded Olivier. "However, it might be hard to find someone willing to take us on."

Being the therapist of the royal family will involve many secrets, and most people do not want to go down this rabbit hole. After all, if these secrets leaked, they probably wouldn't survive.

"I'm sure someone is daring enough. If not, we will use Artificial Intelligence."

"Alright."

After this conversation, the cog that is the Empire began to spin. The media went into a frenzy as propaganda for the final battle was everywhere. Edward did not even try to hide it.

The people were happy as this war, which went on for close to ten years, was on the verge of ending.

People wished for peace, especially in the fast-developing Empire. Although war is good for technological development, it's mostly in the military sector.

The Empire has just entered an age where everybody can have magical abilities. So, everybody wished for peace so they could develop and prosper to new heights.

As such, only a few people who used this war to rise in status or amass great wealth wished for this war to continue. The majority of citizens cannot wait for news of the Empire's victory against Guzznad.

Additionally, this war has other symbolic meanings–besides the fact the entire Milky Way will soon be under the Empire's control. This war is the first battle against the Gods, so they must win no matter what.

Edward has already secretly poisoned or brainwashed the population to disdain or have enmity with the Gods.

So, many people were waiting for Guzznad's capture and his possible dissection on a live broadcast.

As such, under the overwhelming support of the people, the final battle finally started.