"My fellow Stoinians, it has been merely a day since I have been crowned, but this matter cannot be left untouched. For I have good news for you. For the first time in 16 years there is no more need in fear. Through the valiant leadership of Regent MacArthur we stand here on the shores of victory. His efforts cannot go unrewarded and I therefore grant him the Dukedom of Ossia from House Stoian. His excellency deserved nothing less for the leadership he has given us."

He took a brief pause.

"But that is not the reason I stand today before you. As I said we stand here today on the shores of victory. The Velutarian government has signed their unconditional surrender. The Velutarians however continue to resist our occupation. These heathen vermin now experience the pain we endured for 16 years. After careful consideration with High Command we have come to conclusion that occupying the planet isn't favourable for the Star Kingdom. Releasing them also isn't an option, we cannot allow such barbarians the chance of restoring themselves and posing a threat to Stoinia again. As Traian the Great said: the barbarians will henceforth bow to the New Stoinian Order. But these barbarians have inflicted too much pain to us. Killing my father, King Alexandru III, alongside the trillions of Stoinians. These are crimes that aren't simply atoned by any form of subjugation. There is only on punishment for these vermin and that is total and complete eradication."

The young King then unsheathed his sword and presented it.

"As I stand here as King of the Stoinian Star Kingdom, acclaimed by God and as the inheritor of the Stoinian Spirit, Protector of Mankind, I will reaffirm the Stoinian Order. May every barbarian race know that the Stoinian Lion will never fear again. We have been shaken, but never broken. The fact that I stand here today is a testament to our perseverance. We will never yield, for we are Terrans and we must seize what is ours. By the crimes of unsanctioned genocide against the Stoinian people, the glassing of hundreds of colonies and the execution of my father, I hereby declare that Velutaria will be bombarded to ash. Let them be forgotten by history as the vermin they are. The unsanctioned rebellion that continued to take Stoinian lives will now be ended. No stone will be left unturned. For this is righteous justice for our fallen Stoinians. Let it again be known, that the Stoinian Lion roars again!"

The King then made a small cut in his left hand with his sword and sheathed it again. For it was a Stoinian Honour Sword and those needed to shed blood before they could be sheathed again. This was a symbol that he knew the pain of his people. Justice soon arrived. He turned around watching the planet from the bridge. Calmly he ordered the bombardment looking straight at the planet. While he was young, he wasn't quite yet prepared for being responsible for the complete eradication of a species. Was there no other choice?

"Fire."

The King then gazed upon the bombardment. The MAC rounds hit Velutaria on the main cities. In mere seconds, millions of Velutarians were extinguished. This wasn't a battle anymore, but a butchering. Across the bridge the Stoinian anthem was song alongside Ura's. Then in unison the King received his nickname.

"Hail to the King! Hail to the Butcher of Velutaria!"

Later that night, all Stoinian planets rejoiced. The King had proven himself to them. Acclaimed as the just, the butcher and Velutaricus Maximus. However in all that glory, the King was torn. He did what he needed, but couldn't help but feel some regret. He watched the continuous bombardment for two whole days and even shed a tear once. The weight of his actions will follow him the rest of his life and he knew that it will haunt him the rest of his life. But there was only one solution for the young King: getting broader shoulders to carry this burden.