EMPIRE REWRITTEN [Isekai ? Alt-History ? Strategy]

Chapter 67: For God, For the Empire.

"Just so," agreed Theophilus. He unrolled another parchment, revealing columns of figures and notes. "Our bookstore in Ragusa reports that every volume we sent last month sold out within days. The same in Naples. In Rome, Bessarion writes that the storefront we established near the market is drawing throngs of curious clergy and lay scholars alike. We can scarcely keep up with demand. The scribes in those cities have taken to calling our shopfronts 'miracle markets.'"

Constantine chuckled at the thought. "Miracle markets? If only Gutenberg could hear that." He caught himself and cleared his throat, waving a hand as if to dismiss a stray thought. "I mean, if only the scholars of Constantinople could see what a humble press can do."

Theophilus raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name that had nearly slipped from Constantine's tongue, but said nothing as his lord smoothly continued, "Despite our recent expansions, made possible by Cosimo's generous investment, it's clear we've already reached our capacity. The demand for our books greatly exceeds our production capabilities."

He paused, glancing calmly at Theophilus Dragas, who stood quietly, observing him with thoughtful eyes. "Our coffers are full, thanks to your management and the success of these partnerships. We should establish yet another printing warehouse here in Glarentza, solely for secular works. The existing presses must remain focused exclusively on the religious texts. We cannot afford delays."

Theophilus considered this proposal carefully before responding, his voice soft yet carrying a steady authority. "You speak wisely, Emperor. Cosimo's funding has already provided us ample room to grow. Indeed, our revenues confirm your vision's success. We have sufficient gold at our disposal to finance further expansion ourselves, without depending on foreign patrons."

He hesitated briefly, his expression calm but pragmatic. "Yet we must proceed cautiously, Constantine. Expanding too rapidly risks spreading ourselves thin."

Constantine met his advisor's eyes and saw the unspoken worry there. Above them hung the question of survival against the Ottomans, along with the hope of reclaiming lost territories. He gave a firm nod. "That is precisely why we've pushed so hard on these fronts. The gold from book sales builds our army and feeds our people, but the alliances and goodwill they foster might one day tip the balance in a larger struggle," Constantine said, his voice echoing in the hall.

"Now, we must turn our minds fully to the campaign. The army is prepared to march at first light tomorrow. Let's ensure everything is in order for our departure."

Theophilus rose quietly, carefully tucking the ledger under one arm. "Earlier this morning, I took the liberty of inspecting the supply convoys at the docks," he said calmly, as they walked together toward the arched doorway. Sunlight spilled through, illuminating the hall with warm, golden shafts. "All provisions are loaded exactly as planned. Officer Marcos has wisely organized the wagons into two columns, they'll depart an hour ahead of the main army to gain a head start on the journey. He also ensured fresh horses are stationed at Andravida to keep the supply lines swift and steady."

Constantine nodded, clearly pleased. "Excellent. And the troops themselves?"

"They remain in high spirits," Theophilus replied softly, his voice measured and reassuring. "But perhaps you should observe them yourself. They're drilling now, just outside the main gate, awaiting your inspection."

"I will," Constantine agreed. He paused at the doorway, placing a hand thoughtfully on Theophilus's shoulder in farewell. "Take good care of the city in my absence, Theophilus. Glarentza and the Morea now rest in your capable hands. Keep the presses running, the trade flowing, and above all, our people safe."

Theophilus inclined his head respectfully, his calm eyes quietly reassuring. "By God's grace, I shall. Glarentza will stand ready to welcome you home in victory." He hesitated briefly, then spoke in an even softer tone, "And Constantine—be cautious. Remember, you carry more than the soldiers' hopes. The unity we seek depends greatly on your safe return."