“Meh..it’s normal…it’s just I got the call of my god…so I am here……so…anyway boss…what’s the secret?…”.(Bishop Agabo)Bishop Agabo turned and looked at me, with seriousness in his eyes, ready to listened to what I got to say.“I want, You and the Cathedral staff here…to do some charity work for these people…namely…our will be new citizens…..these people need a dire help, Agabo..”.“Oh really?….what kind of help?…food aid?, shelter?, medical?…just say it boss, I get it done….beside…in the end…helping the government and the people is also one of our core doctrine here..”.(Bishop Agabo)“I need you and your staff…to help these people with their literacy problem….”.“...Oh…..that…yeah, I noticed it boss…these people sure is quite grim on that area…Hahahah…SURE boss~…that isn’t going to be hard at all…”.(Bishop Agabo)Him agreeing on the spot is just so much like he always does. Even from his tone of voice, I know that he really meant it, and surely he would be more than happy knowing that
So far today the meeting between us, would stop just right here, after all, since I got the positive feedback from Bishop Agabo that is already enough for today, beside if I stayed for a bit much longer we would be stuck here with him with his long story of reminiscing the good old days. Me and Holgun decided to leave the Cathedral of Faith for now, and naturally since the people had already seen me here and caught the wind that I am here, once we stepped out of the building, the people were already filled the entire area.It has gotten to the point where, my Secret service agent had to asked help from the soldiers just o make way for me. The people were not at all hostile nor they were uncooperative, but they were just gathering here to catch a glimpse of me, after all, according to them, it is not an everyday situations when they can see a Royalty out in the street. So people were just little bit excited and a bit too enthusiastic at the time, and given them still stuck in their old
Riverside Village Prisoner of war camp, that was the place, where we have turned an abandoned village that situated at the edge of the river, where the first battle happened. That place has been turned into a village sized prison, to hold all the deserters of Baron Sunders army, survivors and all the criminals that deserved to be there. These people were nothing more than an enemy to me, but naturally those that survived the battle against me and My army, we brought them here. After all, sure I want to just eradicate them all in the flames of war, but, then again there is sometimes where it called to a situation where you have to respond appropriately.Baron Sunders Army and soldiers were not fully a professional ones, usually they were just mostly made up of a forced conscription that forced all kind of citizens, just to joined the army. So there is a mixed bag of people, be it a farmhand from a small village all the way to a captured criminals that were sentenced to be a war slaves.
When I came down and met with Bina right at the entrance of the Riverside Village Prison, honestly I don’t really liked the statistic, there is too many prisoners here, and as always all of them were just not susceptible to Aeternum teaching and influences. These masses were just a full mixed bags of all sort of people churned into a single army, the array of them is just started from farmers, youngsters all the way to criminals, all of them just mixed together within a single place. At this moment, in just the Eastern Region alone, which is the area that is fully under my control right now, the Kind of population and the population size is already matched my estimated liking, sure that numbers can be increased even a little bit more, but I for sure don’t want that increased were filled with unwanted sort of people.“Bina…we need to lowered the numbers of these people….also, those that could be released and pardoned…had to strictly met our specification….if we just do this half halfhe
“Now that is a lot of numbers of Criminals there….…this is just unbelievable…”.“Well, I thought the same thing as well….that baron sure are sloppy in everything that he does….to have this many criminals in his midst….that is just beyond irresponsible…”.(Grand General Bina)Now, that is just a stupefied numbers on that paper, right there. 40% of the soldiers that are currently in the prison, were all criminals, seasoned and hardened criminals, Bandits, Marauders, Human traffickers, killers, rapist, and somehow, they were all just inserted right into that Baron ranks of soldiers. No wonder their morale, and also their cooperativeness were none existence, this Baron just stuffed all the man that he can get his hands on and just slapped the label of soldiers on them and said that it a good work well done. The very definition of making up the qualities with numbers, and Baron Sunders really owning up to that very principle. What made it even worse, is that there were also this evil
“...I see….hmmm….Oh, That Marlo, is still alive?….now that is comforting…”.“Yeah, I am shocked as well…the old man still alive…although..right now…he is already lost one of his arm…”.(Grand General Bina)Marlo, or I know him as Old Man Marlo, his is actually just an old Administrator of the previous lord of the Eastern Region of Alemia, back when me and Aeternum military first set foot here. Unlike his old lord, who has felled by me, due to being a treacherous person, the Old Man Marlo were not at all as bad, rather he was the only administrator that were still alive when I have purged the entire court of that old lord. Unlike his lord, Marlo were honest and also very dedicated, amongst all the administrator, he taught himself how to read and write, do his jobs perfectly and very kind to the common people, and unlike the other masses at the time, he isn’t a racist at all.Once I took over the region, I tasked him as the overseer of the entire riverside of the Eastern Region of Alemia
“...Let’s meet them, Bina….I wanted to hear their side of the story…before we dealt with these excessive criminals in our holdings…”.“I will see to that being done, Master…”.(Grand General Bina)Bina called her men to prepped all the survivors to meet with me, as we just head to the small field buildings that were set up at the side of the prison edge. I supposed it was all thanks to the Wizard that we were able to just erect a temporary buildings anywhere we wanted, and thus made it easier to to some fortification on the spot. This place were like a small military base right now, all the buildings were naturally made out of mud, as it was manipulated by magic, but it sure does do it’s job perfectly. Thanks to this I don’t have to spend a lot of money to developed a lot on the mobile bases technology.“...It seems that we would be needing more Wizard Division recruit in the future, Bina….”.“I can see that seems to be the case in the future, but as of now…the numbers were just right…
“.…Master..Master!..”..(Grand General Bina)“Oh…yeah, what is it?…”.Thinking about the Wizards in my head has gotten me off tangent a little bit, that Bina had to called me twice. Snapping out of my little mind wandering, I noticed that there were about dozens of people behind her, just right outside the building that we were in, all of them were wearing the prisoners jumpsuit, it was the white and black strip. I brought the Earth old fashion just for them, so that it would be easier for everyone to know the status of those that wears them.“They were here…waiting for you…”..(Grand General Bina)“Alright…thank you, Bina…”.Getting up from my chair, I walked out of the building and as soon as I got out, the group of Prisoners, just instantly kneel on the ground. All of them just simply just kneel on the ground and solemnly welcomed me, and at the front line of all these people, were Old Marlo, which is now looking rather haggard that what he used to looked before. We both locked eyes
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
The project would take time—perhaps years—but its impact would begin in weeks.“Once the roads are in place,” Merrica said, entering her chamber with a report in hand, “we’ll be able to move goods faster, respond to crises quicker, and prepare for the second phase: economic zone development.”Helen took the report with a tired, but satisfied smile. “This… this they will see. This they will believe.”“And when they do,” Merrica said, “they’ll follow.”Late that night, as the wind howled against the palace windows, Helen stood in her private study, gazing out at the flickering torches lining the city streets. In her hand was a smooth, curved stone from the first road pile—just a plain stone, but to her, it was the beginning of a foundation.Her fingers closed around it as she whispered to herself, “Let this road lead us to a better kingdom.” And with that, the first steps into a new Hallerus had begun.The throne room had seen war plans, council betrayals, and royal declarations. But on