EMPIRE REWRITTEN [Isekai ? Alt-History ? Strategy]

Chapter 25: Bonds and Betrayals

"Word travels swiftly," Constantine remarked with a modest smile. "The venture has been fruitful."

"I must thank you again for the Bible," Thomas continued, admiring the ornate cover. "It's truly exceptional. But I admit, I'm intrigued. How did you come upon the idea of this... printing press? It's quite unlike you."

Constantine shrugged lightly. "I've spent many days poring over old manuscripts, studying the works of scholars and inventors. Inspiration can strike from the most unexpected passages in ancient texts."

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, so, delving into the wisdom of the past to forge our future?"

"Exactly," Constantine replied. "Our ancestors had insights that we can build upon if we're willing to seek them out."

"Well, it's impressive," Thomas conceded. "And these Latin Bibles—do you truly believe they'll aid our brother the Emperor in his efforts to unite the churches?"

"I do," Constantine affirmed. "By making the scriptures accessible in Latin, we may bridge the divide between East and West. It could strengthen our alliances, which we sorely need against the Ottoman threat."

Thomas took a contemplative sip of his wine. "I agree. Whatever helps us repel the Ottomans is worthwhile in my eyes. However, some priests have been declaring it heresy. It's a delicate matter."

"Indeed," Constantine acknowledged. "Change often meets resistance. But the greater good must prevail."

Thomas's expression hardened slightly. "It's just disheartening that Theodore allows such disagreements to keep him from family obligations. My wedding was an opportunity for us all to stand together."

"I understand your feelings," Constantine said gently. "But don't let his absence overshadow your joy. Today is about you and Catherine."

Thomas sighed, then nodded. "You're right. I shouldn't let it dampen the celebration."

He managed a more genuine smile. "I am eager to see Glarentza for myself. The stories I've heard make it sound like a place reborn."

"You are welcome anytime," Constantine said warmly. "I'd be glad to show you the printing presses, the workshops—everything. There's much we're working on that could benefit all of us."

"Then I shall make plans to visit soon," Thomas replied. "It's time I saw these marvels firsthand."

Thomas then continued, "Speaking of which, I've also heard tales of your cannons. Impressive weapons, they say."

Constantine exchanged a brief glance with George. "We've made some advances, yes. Defensive measures are necessary in these uncertain times."

"Agreed," Thomas said. "Which brings me to a matter of importance—the Hexamilion Wall. Its state is... less than ideal."

Constantine sighed. "I've been meaning to discuss that. The wall suffered greatly during Turahan Bey's invasion seven years ago. It needs significant repairs."

Thomas gestured to Andronikos. "We've assessed the situation. Restoring the wall will require substantial funds and manpower—thousands of gold ducats."

"I'm prepared to cover the majority of the costs," Constantine offered. "We can't afford to leave it vulnerable. I can also provide cannons to strengthen its defenses."

Thomas's eyes lit up. "That would be most welcome. With your support, we can begin major repairs early next year."

"Time is of the essence," George interjected. "The Ottomans won't remain idle forever."

Thomas raised his goblet again. "To our shared efforts, then. United, we can secure the Morea against any threat."

They drank to the agreement, the weight of responsibility settling upon them.