So it is done

The same...

Strictly speaking, Jonathan did not have working hours, there was no timetable on the door leading to his office. The benefits of Kingship, perhaps.

It was believed that Jonathan performed his duties exactly at the time that was most convenient, or at least at the time that he himself found fit. Such were the duties of the heads of state.

In other words, they were never off-duty.

The head of state however was not also always the head of government. In a distant, already seemingly past life, Jonathan could recall this same fact in his native country, the queen was the head of state, and the prime minister was the person with the highest government powers. As it was in the Kingdom of Glenn.

Was.

Jonathan Goodman has always been the first citizen, the head of state, its official monarch and ruler, but Aisa was the head of government. It was convenient that way. While Jonathan represented the state in negotiations internationally, the face that flashed on television, Aisa took most of the burden of responsibility and authority, she also did the most work.

Jonathan enjoyed such an arrangement immensely, politics after all cannot be threatened with meteors to come to heel.

But, for all his power, some things remained beyond his ability. Aisa was dying, luckily, she knew it as well, and had made peace with it.

Aisa had begun preparing for such an eventuality a couple of years ago, slowly bringing Jonathan into the fold. He never really understood the gravity of what he was doing, for Jonathan it seemed like he was just learning. Something like studying at school, or maybe at the institute, without a clear realisation of what he was actually studying for.

But now, Aisa was in the hospital, and Jonathan was at a crossroads.

In a week, maybe two, Aisa will be discharged and will return to duty, but this was the first wake-up call that could not be ignored. Aisa simply didn't have time anymore to find someone new to replace Jonathan, not that she realistically had a chance in the first place, there is no one else like Jonathan.

And not just because he's a Mage.

Now, whether he likes it or not, Jonathan must be prepared to be both the head of the state and the government. He would have absolute power...

A Monarch in the fullest sense of the word.

And therefore, even on that Saturday morning in November, with its quickly deteriorating weather outside the window, consisting of rare quickly melting snow mixed with rain, urging any person to stay in the bed, he sat in his office. His desk was full of reports, and strewn with office minutiae, pens, papers, and a computer, its screen flickering a holographic image.

Page by page, he continued to review all the reports sent to his desk. Army readiness reports, summaries on spending, amounts, expenses, deliveries, and even more reports... All the things that Aisa used to handle.

In Remnant, standing armies had to be large and ready at all times. The Grimm never sleeps, something that no human was capable of. There weren't enough Hunters to fully cover the defense needs of Remnant. Even Vale, the city with the highest number of Hunters per capita, couldn't, never mind Glenn, which lacked its own Hunter academy entirely.

And so the defense of Glenn was undertaken almost solely by its army. An army who, in addition to being constantly ready to defend the city, carried out periodic operations to clear the surrounding area of Grimm. Such operations resembled entire invasions in their scale and scope, which is apropos.