LOGINFortress of Angel, Dukedom of Angela.
Due to the Agreements between Aeternum and The Dukedom of Angela, Aeternum has sent 200 of it's Elite Soldiers to trained the 20 000 of the dukedom royal army. At first, the idea's got a little resistance from both the army and the noble generals, mostly due to the fact that the trainee was mainly females. But thanks to the Royal family itself permitted the co-training and mandated that all the chosen soldiers were obligated to attend the occasion, the resistance fell into only inwards in-satisfactions among the prideful group of individuals.Those ungrateful individuals often raise some conflict trying to underestimate the Aeternum trainer, edging them to slips up and trying to make them into a bunch of fools. Despite they trying all sort of attempts, Aeternum Trainer not even shows a hint of retaliating back, Instead, they just scoff it off, let the resistance bunch run off to the other places and continue training the on“History may remember this night not for a wedding… but for the dawn of an empire.”From his balcony, Mies stood quietly, the fireworks bathing him in light. Elijah joined him, wrapping an arm gently around his. She smiled, her voice calm against the echoing booms.“They came to witness a marriage,” she said. “But they’re really witnessing the rise of something greater.”Mies looked over the city, where banners waved and music drifted through the streets. His eyes were steady — not of a man drunk on power, but one who understood it.“No, Elijah,” he said softly. “They’re witnessing order. The world has lived long enough in chaos.”The last of the fireworks burst into a radiant star above the palace — silver and gold entwined — the symbol of Aeternum and Star Region united.******************At dawn, the city awoke to the sound of bells.They rang from every tower, chapel, and clockwork spire across Star City, their tones woven together into a single melody that rolled across the skyl
Outside, as the night deepened, thunder rolled in the distance. A storm gathered over the plains, flashes of lightning illuminating the sky in streaks of white. From the palace balcony, Mies watched it unfold, the wind tugging at his coat.Beside him, Lt. Col. Selie reported,“Forecast says the storm will pass by morning, Sir.”Mies chuckled softly. “Good. Every new dawn deserves to begin clean.”He turned his gaze once more to the city below — streets alive with light, citizens singing in taverns, the promise of a new world humming in every alley.He whispered, almost to himself,“Tomorrow, we seal not a victory of arms… but of hearts. Stability, not conquest — that is the final triumph.”And as lightning flashed one last time, the Star Palace stood unshaken, gleaming in the night — awaiting the dawn of union that would reshape the world forever.****************The morning of the third day dawned bright and trembling with excitement. From the tallest spire of Star Palace, the horiz
“History,” he echoed, “let’s make sure it remembers peace.”Down below, in a softly lit room overlooking the palace gardens, Queen Emilia sat beside her daughter. The young princess stared out the window, her expression a mix of nervousness and wonder.“Mother,” she whispered, “the city looks so beautiful.”“Yes,” the Queen replied gently. “It hasn’t shone like this in years.” She reached over, brushing a lock of silver hair from her daughter’s face. “Tomorrow, you will stand beside the man who rebuilt this land. And when you do, remember—this union is not born from fear, but from hope.”The princess’s eyes shimmered. “Then… peace has truly come?”The Queen smiled faintly. “Yes, my love. Peace has finally arrived.”Outside, the city continued to celebrate deep into the night. The palace bells chimed in unison with the fireworks, a symphony of sound and light that marked the beginning of a new era.From the air, Star City glowed like a constellation—streets lit, plazas alive, the palac
Finally, Emilia spoke again, softly. “Tomorrow, the wedding preparations begin.”“Yes,” Mies replied, voice steady but distant. “Tomorrow, two nations become one. And perhaps… two hearts learn to understand one another.”A faint smile touched her lips, both regal and human. “Let us hope so, President Mies.”When she left, the room fell quiet once more.Mies sat back down, eyes on the glowing Star Region. Outside, the faint murmur of the city reached him—workers, laughter, the rustle of peace.He whispered to himself, almost inaudibly,“Stability is the truest victory.”And for the first time that night, he allowed himself a rare, fragile smile.*****************Star City had never looked so alive.Every street, from the marble plazas to the narrow merchant lanes, was drenched in color and song. Ribbons of red, white, and gold fluttered in the wind—banners bearing the intertwined emblems of Aeternum’s rising sun and the Star Kingdom’s silver crest. Lanterns glowed from every window. C
A ripple of murmurs went through the Star City advisors present. These were reforms that struck at the heart of old, entrenched practices, promising prosperity but also challenging tradition. Yet, the logic was undeniable, and the benefits clear.Princess Emilia, seated quietly beside her mother, observed the proceedings with a keen, intelligent gaze. She watched Mies from across the table, not just the formidable Kaiser, but the man whose presence reshaped worlds. He was different from the stuffy, pompous nobles she had known. He listened intently, occasionally offering a succinct comment, his eyes missing nothing. Her gaze drifted to his wives – each so powerful, so capable, yet all devoted to him. It was a complex dynamic; one she found herself trying to unravel. She felt a surge of unexpected nerves, knowing that her own future was inextricably linked to this man and his remarkable court.As the banquet drew to a close, a sense of quiet achievement settled over the hall. The discu
“One Future, One Aeternum.”But beneath the surface of celebration, not everyone was smiling.In the lower levels of Star City, deep within abandoned noble manors, whispers still gathered. Extremist remnants—old loyalists of the Lone Star royal line and supremacist ideologues—met in shadows.They whispered of revenge, of bloodlines restored, of purging the “foreign order.”Yet every whisper was heard.For behind the shining order of Aeternum lay the silent vigilance of the Aeternum Intelligence Bureau (AIB). Their agents listened, observed, and acted before any spark could ignite into flame.That night, ten suspected ringleaders quietly vanished from Star City. No headlines followed—only peace.From his balcony, Mies watched the lights of the city flicker like stars reflected on water. The music of celebration carried faintly to his ears.“Unity,” he murmured to himself, “is the truest victory. Not when the world fears you—but when they believe in you.”He turned away from the window,






