“…Madame Elijah..it’s me, Alfred..”.The discussion in the room were stopped when a knock on Elijah office door resounded through out the room. They were not is some secret meeting or something, beside when she looked over at her watch on her wrist, it was time for an afternoon tea time. So it was normal for Alfred to come at this time, Elijah beckoned him in naturally, as Alfred done serving all the beverages and snacks to all the recipient. Knowingly he takes his time pouring tea on to Elijah cups.“How’s the President mood today, Alfred?..”.(Elijah)“He is quite normal and a bit excited…he already created an agency in replacement for the A.C.I.A…for these one to do his bidding…he doesn’t hold contempt at you or anyone for that matter, Madame…”.(Alfred Monticello)Although the President were his lord, he already accepted and acknowledge as Elijah is the madam of the house. She is like a queen to Aeternum, which is a position that even the President told him to treate
Elijah could only smile. As she heard what Alfred just said, turns out her Master already know that she would be in a state of confusion like this. If it was up to her, she would take a very drastic actions, thinking that the A.C.I.A has failed and has saddened him. Turns out this is something that he already figured out and predicted, and right now, he wants her to just instead of making it difficult for her, she could just continues on regularly. And instead of insisting to let the A.C.I.A stagnant and be the same, it was time for the A.C.I.A to let go of their top positions and be just normal again.“Looks like…we should never really worried, Vice President…”.(Lieutenant Colonel Selie)“Maybe we can make the A.C.I.A like the FBI that were in that Master book collections..like branched out the A.C.I.A made it more like a public icon…”.(Lieutenant Colonel Sareen)The twins beside her gave her a rather casual yet brilliant ideas. In her Master books there were lot of brilliant secret
It is not just the Troll King blood, there were more other Tier 4 Monster materials and all of them were very precious. Naturally I would only sold a few of them, just 2 in particular items, the Troll King Bloods and the Giant Behemoth Leathers, the Behemoth were already dead, it was said that the leathers is very strong and suitable for creating a strong armor. It was true though, Rafaela has performed test of that leather, it was quite durable, that a normal bullet and blade can’t even damaged it, only a damage inflicted by infusing mana and magic would harm the leathers. Very impressive materials, I only decided to sell just 10 meters of that leathers, divided into 10 parts with each of them a meter length.That amount should enough to satisfy anyone, for the Giant Behemoth Leather, the rest of the carcass can be used to produced a lot of tactical and combat vest. It turns out the Leather were all about 10 inches in thickness, even when the leather were cut into an inch thickness t
My relationship with the Queen Duchess is amiable, we were like colleague, we both have the same stand in a lot of aspect and matter when it comes governing nation, the only differences is that she tend to be reluctant to move on from her old style of monarchy, but she admired my new style of ruling. In many words, I like her style and she liked mine, there is always a tension between us, like a push and pull actions, that always happened between us secretly through our eye contacts that we both only know. But in the end neither of us acted on it, I don’t really care for it as for me I don’t want to move on, if I don’t fell like it, as for her, it was clear that the reason she doesn’t act, is because of her self doubt, probably because of her age or something like that.Still because of this, we can be friends, and it seems like her visit today is rather a friendly one than and official ones. I am still seated behind my desk, with my hand keep signing on the many papers before me, I j
The Royal Ducal Family of Angela got some messed up family story. And for Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein her love life is even weirder, her husband Count Henry, is just a freeloader, big softie and also just unstoppable pervert. He is basically the Queen in any other nation, but the problem is, he does not contributes anything to the Dukedom governance at all. He uses the golds for his leisure and do as he pleased, Queen Duchess Angela can do anything to him at all, because she needs him to exist so that she can continues to be the Ruler. And she can’t stop him from picking up wives because that was his rights. The Royal Ducal Family of Angela, just have some weird ass family rules and traditional, but in this world which royal family didn’t have some messed rules. Everyone got one.Recently, her husband just slept with a baron nobleman wife and fancy her. He took her back with him and made him his concubine, it made a lot of mess, but my Stationed A.C.I.A agents managed to control th
Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein POV.The news of Aeternum helping the helpless refugees on their Eastern border, comes as a mild shock to many of us, Unlike many leaders including me, we care not about the lives of those people that aren’t belonged to us. As harsh as it may sounds and seems, it was the reality of the matter accepting refugees would usually end with a lot of trouble for me and my kingdom. Sure, there were a time, when sympathy comes to mind, when seeing that many lives were hanging by a thread and in pain. But as a monarch my duty is to my kingdom and people. But, President Mies, reaction and actions to such news were not a shock to me at all.President Mies, the leader of Aeternum is a different man, his ideology and action is differs than any person and kings that I have meet in my time of reign. I know that this man would jumps into action when he heard of such news, he is that kind of a noble person, unfazed and unhindered by anyone perceptions. He does what anyone
Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein POV.The day that out Western Allied Union arrived, were just a day after the President has won the border defensed battle. With the loot of Tier 4 Monster in their possession and they were willing to sell it, it just natural to make everyone eager to have them. And so do I, getting a materials to create a high level healing potions that can save lives at a crucial moment and cured any illness with just a single sip. Is something that no one were willing to let go, but turns out the Eastern Allied Union were the first to catch the news and reacted first than me.I contacted Vice President Elijah about this matter and she said that Aeternum will satisfy everyone with their selling and not to worry about it. But this is a Tier $ materials we were talking about, and knowing that there were already a buyer lining up for it, I, Queen Duchess of Dukedom of Angela will not be left behind and missed anything at all. Everyone in the Union agreed to departs to New
Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein POV.Aeternum is rich, very rich, but the unique thing about them is that they were not obnoxious to show them blatantly, by having enormous castle filled with golden things. Aeternum display of wealth is subtle, The Black House for example, it was in short the wealthiest building I have ever laid eyes on, never I have I seen a building meticulously design and decorated with precious things. The floors were made by shiny and beautifully colorful and designed tiles, windows with clear and large glass, tall pillars with intricate designs and carving on them. All the metals, woods and stones that made up this building were all of the highest qualities. That not even my castle nor any other nation castle has, those crude stones as the wall of my castle, even in the finest room of mine were put to shame by the Black House.Needless to say, apart from the wealth shown in the Black House, what made me really impressed and loved this place is that this building
I knew what was at stake. We had to uphold this example. We had to show, beyond doubt, that the age of “Human First” was over.That the only supremacy left was the supremacy of character. Wisdom. Unity. Vision. And if we could carve that truth into the very soul of the UNA—if we could bury the old hatreds under libraries, not graves—then maybe, just maybe, this world could finally, finally leave its chains behind.I stood up from my chair, moving to the window. Out there, the city pulsed—an endless, living testament to what was possible when walls were torn down, not built higher. I closed my eyes for a moment. I didn’t want to be remembered as the conqueror of nations. I wanted to be remembered as the architect of a new era.One where no child was born inferior. One where no citizen was condemned by the shape of their ears or the color of their skin or the tail on their back. One where power didn’t mean oppression—but opportunity.Aeternum would be the beacon. And the UNA? The vessel
I took another sip of tea, letting the warmth spread through me.Because here’s the delicious irony: by copying our education system, they didn’t just adopt our books and schedules.They were adopting our mindset.Every child who learned using our curriculum. Every teacher trained by our methods. Every official who quoted Aeternum textbooks. They were all little seeds planted deep within foreign soil.In ten years?Those nations would think like us.In twenty?They would be like us. All without a single sword being drawn. I leaned back in my chair, utterly content.Without armies, without bloodshed, we were gaining soft political power over thirty-one nations.Real power.The kind that shaped futures. Mina clinked her cup lightly against mine in a silent toast, her green eyes sparkling.“To the future?” she teased.I smiled, lifting my cup.“To the future we’re writing,” I said.And out there, beneath the quiet, darkening sky, the seeds of a new world had already begun to bloom.The n
In New City, the public watched it all unfold on massive news screens and digital displays.A young woman in a coffee shop blinked back tears.“My mother couldn’t even sign her name,” she said. “Now, she’s going to school at sixty. Can you imagine?”A factory worker on break raised his can of iced tea. “They used to mock us for thinking machines would replace us. Now? My kid’s learning to design them.”Later that evening, President Mies stood at his office window in the Black House, overlooking a city glowing with lights and ambition.Minister Myers entered, holding the finalized signed charter.“It’s done,” he said quietly. “They all agreed. The future begins today.”Mies nodded. “We’ve unified their borders, their defense, and their markets,” he said. “Now, we unify their minds.”A long silence followed. Then, just a single line: “History will remember this moment.” And across the continent, it already had.The evening air was soft, almost languid, as I sat back in my chair, savorin
As the documents were sealed, cameras flashed and live broadcasts streamed the images of rulers shaking hands with President Mies—smiles genuine, eyes alight with purpose.The message to the world was unmistakable:Aeternum does not just lead with power—it leads with knowledge.Later, in a private conversation, Jonathan Myers turned to Mies.“This is more than we hoped.”Mies looked out the window of his office, where the UNA flags fluttered in a perfect row.“No,” he said. “This is exactly what I planned.”Jonathan raised a brow. “And what next?”Mies smiled faintly. “We teach the world… to think like us.”The central assembly hall of New Concordia UNA Headquarters—a gleaming white dome adorned with banners of thirty-one nations—had never been so full.Delegates filled every seat. National flags stood in perfect rows. The giant LED display behind the stage glowed with the symbol of the United Nation Alliance, now framed by a new banner in golden letters:"Education for All – A Future
Outside the palace gates, the citizens of Hallerus City buzzed with excitement. News traveled fast: another king had come, and he, too, had seen the truth.And far beyond the city walls, whispers began in other UNA courts:“Perhaps we should ask Queen Helen for assistance.”“Maybe Aeternum’s model isn’t just for them.”“Could we build this future too?”In the Black House of New City, when President Mies received the report of King Leopold’s visit, he simply closed the folder and smiled slightly."One seed sows a thousand trees," he murmured.And in the fields of Fantasma, the seeds of knowledge had already begun to sprout.The towering skyline of New City shimmered beneath a clear morning sky. It was a perfect day for diplomacy—and a historic one.Within the great glass-paneled east wing of the Black House, Aeternum’s political nerve center, a long oval table had been prepared. Security was tight, the air dignified, yet the atmosphere was distinctly welcoming. For today, President Mie
That evening, Queen Helen hosted a quiet reception for the UNA visitors. Modest food, strong Hallerian tea, and conversation flowed freely.“We’re not pretending it’s perfect,” Helen told them. “But we’re not pretending it’s impossible, either.”One observer raised a hand, smiling. “Would you be open to helping other nations start similar programs?”Helen looked to Merrica, then back to them.“Of course,” she said. “We’ve taken help. It would be wrong not to offer it.”It was the kind of answer that made diplomats take notes. And so, Hallerus—once a fractured kingdom cast in shadow—began to shine in a new light. Not as a symbol of power. But as a model of transformation. And as the scholars walked the streets of Hallerus City, alongside teachers and curious children, they quietly realized: The future wasn’t just being forged in Aeternum anymore. It was spreading.The scent of blooming gardenias filled the royal courtyard of Hallerus Royal Palace. The sun hung high above the battlement
“It’s… beautiful,” she said.Jonathan smiled. “It’s sure is,.”The first major step was the immediate conversion of six major city libraries into public education centers. Then came the pilot schools—one for each major region of the kingdom. Each staffed with a blend of local teachers (newly trained) and educational experts from Aeternum who came to oversee implementation.Within a month, Hallerus Elementary Schools opened their doors for the first time. Children from farming villages and mining towns, who had never once held a book of their own, were now reading stories about space, science, and society. They learned arithmetic on digital chalkboards and watched recorded lectures from Aeternum instructors. Classrooms were modest, but organized. Desks were salvaged, but steady.The change was jarring. But it was real. Queen Helen visited one of these pilot schools in the outskirts of Archenport. There, she saw barefoot children reciting alphabet lines. She watched a young girl raise h
Outside in the streets of New City, a mural was already being painted on the wall of a youth center—depicting two children, one Aeternian and one Hallerian, sitting together at a shared desk beneath the words:"Wisdom Unites What War Divides."The mural was uncommission—but no one was taking it down. From within the homes, classrooms, and council chambers of Aeternum, the message was clear: the world was learning, and they were learning from Aeternum.And that made the people walk taller.Because every road rebuilt in Hallerus, every classroom opened, every young mind taught in their system—was a quiet victory for Aeternum’s vision. The age of empires was ending. The age of influence had begun.The great hall of Hallerus Royal Palace hadn’t hosted a summit like this in over a generation. Not for war. Not for taxation. But for education.Long tables stretched beneath arched stone windows, newly adorned with fresh flags representing each province of the Hallerus Kingdom. The air smelled
Contracts were awarded to the newly established Hallerus Road Commission, overseen by both local talent and advisory engineers from Aeternum. Bright orange marker flags began appearing all over the kingdom, outlining future road paths. Caravans brought in equipment, gravel, construction tools—and, notably, several transport trucks from Aeternum carrying the first batch of reinforced roadstone, a durable blend sourced from the Stone Ring mountains.Helen personally visited the first construction site just outside the capital—a winding, broken stretch leading to a key trade town in the east.She knelt beside the workers, running her fingers through the packed dirt and gravel. “This path,” she said to a nearby foreman, “will be the spine of our kingdom.”He blinked, surprised at her presence, then bowed. “Then we’ll make sure it’s strong, Your Majesty.”As roadwork began, the kingdom watched. Villages previously isolated by floods or rough terrain saw the first signs of inclusion. Mercha