Chapter 4 – The Flame of Democracy

In the central square, Mark stood before thousands.

“I don’t want to be a king. I want everyone here to have a voice! From this day, we will hold elections. Our leader will be chosen by the people!”

The crowd erupted. Humans, elves, beastkin all shouted in joy.

Someone cried, “But Sir Mark, who can oppose you? We all support you!”

Mark smiled. “If today I stand without rivals, one day someone else will. That’s the heart of democracy. Power is not mine—it is yours.”

The people roared, and Mark became the first President of the land.

But that night, staring at papers, he whispered:
“A parliament, doctors, police… I need more. I need people from my world.”

The AI answered:
[It is possible. I can replicate knowledge from your world into education here.]

Mark nodded. “Good. Democracy must not die young.”