Chapter XIII – 1374 to 1391
“Curious, seems like the Chola has been busy lately.”
The Watcher scratched his chin.
“Look at that Empire their leader has built over the last few years. India is all but united.”
He smiled.
“Impressive, don’t you agree?”
The Creature nodded.
“Quite. All while France is going downhill in another civil war. Seems these Empires like that a lot. And they’ve lost Mesopotamia. All independent now. Not even the Holy Roman Empire is there now.”
He sniffed.
“I wonder how Chola will fare in that regard, now that they’re Empire status.”
The Watcher clucked.
“But look at Ireland. So strong and mighty. Although they seem to lose their current war. I wonder…”
He gasped.
“But look at Aragon in Iberia. Totally wreckage by this point. Oh do these humans love to wage war on each others… If only this edition goes to space… I wonder how they will become.”
The Creature grinned.
“Best to make a mental note to get back here in a few centuries’ time, don’t you say?”
The Watcher grinned back.
“Indeed. But we’re not done just yet.”
He pointed.
“Middle Seaxe is out of England now. And it seems out of Germany for that matter. Curious…”
The Creature clucked.
“And there the Holy Roman Empire spiraled down into civil war, while the French still wage theirs.”
He frowned.
“It’s a pity really. They have so much potential…”
He cocked his head.
“Wouldn’t you see that. Chola has collapsed. Almost completely. The death of their founder was not what the doctor ordered it seems.”
The Watcher nodded.
“Quite unfortunate. They had potential. Oh!”
He clapped.
“The French! They got out of their civil war. And now they’ve created a formal Empire. The Empire of Francia. What a joyous occasion for the French!”
The Creature winked.
“Quite an occasion. And they’ve returned to Mesopotamia. I think this warrants a celebration on our end too, wouldn’t you say?”
He stretched out his arms.
“U’bilian chicken, my friend?”