“Actually, I’m here to tell you what I just know…but it seems that, Major Orin already beat me to that….also, by the way…The President just left the Eastern Region and heading back to New City…”.(Colonel Aida Oneal)Now that they have no guest other than the 2 of them, Aida Oneal finally open her mouth and tell her part of the story, telling the Admiral Duchess of what she just know of what had transpire in the Riverside Prison.“Oh..so that’s how it is….I guess we found another way to actually benefits from this degenerate bunch…His Highness made a correct call, this time..if it was up to me…I would just butchered everyone that were guilty….those cowardly bunch deserved it anyway…”.(Admiral Duchess Kolarova Qoon“I agree with you, Ma’am…”.(Colonel Aida Oneal)Although the both of them sounded a just a bit too much bloodthirsty for a woman, this is not a particularly odd reaction at all. In fact in these medieval time, execution when it comes to prisoners and enemy, were always the fi
As the situation in both Riverside and Pearl City Prison had been sufficiently handled and on it’s way to be dealt with carefully for any further same situation. The same progress also happened at the Western Region of Alemia Nation, namely, the Gust Family territory, of which by now are already had become apart of Aeternum governance. But unlike the other 2 region of where the structure and also the administration had to be done from the ground up. Here in the region that had already embraced the Aeternum Government, everything had fallen to become much more simpler, The Gust Territory has already have a functional Military and also a Governor, hence the process were much more easier.“So, you were saying that we will be implementing these trial and judgement system for the Prisoners of war here?…and these motion has been approved by the President and the Cabinet just now?..”.(Governor Duke Oliver Gust)“Yes, Sir Governor…it was an implementation that were taken by the President hims
As the situation in both Riverside and Pearl City Prison had been sufficiently handled and on it’s way to be dealt with carefully for any further same situation. The same progress also happened at the Western Region of Alemia Nation, namely, the Gust Family territory, of which by now are already had become apart of Aeternum governance. But unlike the other 2 region of where the structure and also the administration had to be done from the ground up. Here in the region that had already embraced the Aeternum Government, everything had fallen to become much more simpler, The Gust Territory has already have a functional Military and also a Governor, hence the process were much more easier.“So, you were saying that we will be implementing these trial and judgement system for the Prisoners of war here?…and these motion has been approved by the President and the Cabinet just now?..”.(Governor Duke Oliver Gust)“Yes, Sir Governor…it was an implementation that were taken by the President hims
“…hey guys, what’s happening here?..what are you guys were talking about?..”.(General Lucas)Whilst the 2 were sitting inside the Governor office in the Gust City administration office, General Lucas who is in charged of the Aeternum military operation here, come inside the office with a wide smile on his face. Governor Duke Oliver and General Lucas has become a good friends ever since they know each others and for them such sudden appearance and coming into each other office without a warning has been a rather normal situation, that no one can stopped it.“Nothing much…just talking about the new approach from the President that come in just now…”.(Governor Duke Oliver Gust)“Oh…about that prison stuff?..”.(General Lucas)The conversation between the 2 of them surely not at all looked like a 2 high government official talking about something major but rather like a 2 close friend bantering with one and another. Casually, Lucas pour himself with a liquor from the Govern
When General Lucas said this, saying that the president seems to frown upon his recent decision. Governor Duke Oliver, were a bit taken aback and slightly worried, as a lot of people knows that such occasion were very rare and usually such situations do have a significant stories behind."Why is that so, Lucas?".(Governor Duke Oliver Gust)"Well...he hated treated people like that...in fact all this time he had been fighting, and making a lot of effort to free and helped people all the time....and now... he had to decide and come to this...".(General Lucas)"I see...well, that is kinda disheartening to hear..".(Governor Duke Oliver Gust)Before their conversation were full of positivity, but now a gloomy topic has been touched. It is kinda bummed the mood inside the room a little bit, no one wanted to dismissed the mood upfront, as they all know, it was a bit insensitive to do so. And naturally as the one that bringing up the downcast mood, General Lucas were also the one that lifted
“Well…he not entirely against it…he just disliked the idea of it…so he tried to avoid it if possible..but if he can’t then he would be just fine with it…..”.(Major Cohen)Unlike the 2 of them, who can be considered just recently get to know the President in person and served under him faithfully for just now a brief amount of them, naturally they do not dared at all to talked in regards of his liking at all. But for General Lucas, he can just blabbered on his own, after all compared to many he is considered in the first generation of leaders that is close to the President and he deserved the credit to even be friendly to the President and no one can even say a single thing about it.“Anyway…I think in a few days….the war is going to be intensifies…I just got off call with the Grand General before I come here….and according to her….soon enough…the Central Region of Alemia Nation will be stormed by our attacks….so above all…we need to get ready and prepared for everything…”.(General Luc
“Well….Oliver….Grand General, the President and the Cabinet has approved the plan of attack for the Central Region…..and…their plans….were to bomb the entire place…”.(General Lucas)“Wait…they were going to Bomb the enemies?…wow…that is certainly a fearsome tactics to use…”.(Major Cohen)“Bomb?…what is that?…”.(Governor Duke Oliver)So far not many in Aeternum knows about the terms ‘Bomb’ in the military sense. As until now, there were only a few people that knows about Aeternum military capability, even in the Aeternum itself, Governor Duke Oliver naturally were still clueless about it as he didn’t know about it, and the only reason as to why Major Cohen knows about it, it is because he is a military judge who happened to be, apart of the highest position in the Aeternum Military.“Well…it meant that, the Crown Prince and Queen Romella…now have a very low chance to stay alive after the attacks begin…in fact, perhaps….the entire enemy army might just burn into ashes…Like I said before
“That is right, You Know….even for me, I have yet seen the truth with my own eyes….but I have read the reports about the Bombing actions…what it is capable of and what it can do….and let’s just say, Governor…..when that happened…it will surely changed everything…”.(Major Cohen)“I see…that is quite a shocker..”.(Governor Duke Oliver Gust)“It is mostly great for us….but for the enemy….not so much….all that I can describe is….it kinda looks like…you just hit destroys on everything you hated…you see…The Navy used these a lot…one of their favourite thing to use is..Missile….and that thing can kill up to Tier 6 Sea Monsters like it was nothing…heck, when the explosion happened…it just vanished everything that are around it…and that was on the sea…so…imagine that..”.(General Lucas)“Wow..that is just scary…then, if we were to just use these..then it would be a game changer…”.(Governor Duke Oliver Gust)The atmosphere inside the room, silent a little bit, as General Lucas just told Duke Oli
“Then Mies will destroy Hallerus.”Helen turned sharply toward him. “You think he would go that far?”Merrica didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”Helen stared at him, searching for a lie. A hint of hesitation. But there was none.“He will not give you mercy a second time, Helen,” Merrica said. “If those nobles push for war, if they even dare to challenge Aeternum—you will lose.”He took another step forward, his voice heavy. “And I will not be able to protect you.”For the first time in their conversation, Helen looked away. Merrica saw it. The fear. The realization.She already knew everything he was saying was true. She had just been too proud—too trapped—to admit it.Silence hung between them. Then, at last, Helen spoke.“…What do you want me to do?”Merrica finally allowed himself a small sigh of relief.“You already know what must be done, Helen,” he said gently. “You must take back your court.”Helen slowly nodded, though her expression remained grim. “Those nobles will not leave peace
“Merrica understands that if Hallerus moves against Aeternum, we won’t hold back.”Kasuma gave a knowing smirk. “And you won’t hesitate to destroy them.”I met her gaze, unblinking.“No.”A heavy silence fell between us.Kasuma leaned forward, her voice softer but firm. “You don’t want war with Hallerus.”“No, I don’t,” I admitted. “The people of Hallerus don’t deserve to suffer for their queen’s mistakes. Merrica doesn’t deserve to be put in that position.”Kasuma studied me for a moment before sighing. “Then let’s hope Duke Merrica succeeds.”I ran a hand through my hair, my thoughts swirling. Visma was controlled. Chaos was their prison, and we held the keys. Hallerus, however, was different.It was once an ally, a friend, a brother. But betrayal had shattered that bond. Still… I didn’t want to be the one to crush it completely. I drummed my fingers on my desk. If Helen could be saved, then perhaps—A knock interrupted my thoughts.“Enter,” I called.An ACIA officer stepped in, bowi
The Merchant Guild Leader, Darvio Vinn, who had profited the most from blocking Aeternum trade. His warehouses stored inferior goods at premium prices, keeping the economy strangled in his grip.The General of the Royal Army, Lionel Ferin, who had bled the treasury dry with excessive military spending, preaching about “independence” while weakening their forces with outdated tactics.They had to be removed. One by one, quietly, without causing suspicion. But how? Merrica could not simply accuse them—Helen trusted them. If he moved too boldly, she would see him as the enemy.No, he had to be careful. He had to play the game. Merrica stood, pouring himself another glass of wine. He would begin by exposing the corruption—turning the people against the parasites that fed on Hallerus.The merchants would learn how Darvio Vinn had been overpricing basic goods. The military officers would see how General Lionel Ferin had been wasting funds on obsolete strategies. The court would hear whisper
At a local tavern, I overheard a group of soldiers drunkenly complaining."Our weapons are old.""Our rations taste like pig slop.""Did you hear? Even Alemia is receiving Aeternum goods now.""We should have never broken ties."I smirked. They knew. Their queen had failed them, and their nation was falling behind while the rest of the world thrived under Aeternum’s soft power. The people of Hallerus were not fools. They saw the rising prosperity of the allied nations, the luxurious goods, the technological marvels, the entertainment, the food. They could only watch in envy.At sunset, I met with Duke Merrica Murrs at his estate. His once-proud posture had been replaced with exhaustion. His eyes, which once held confidence, now carried deep regret.We sat in his grand study, the silence stretching between us. Finally, he spoke."I should have stopped her."I said nothing."I vouched for her. I believed in her." He exhaled, shaking his head. "And now, my people suffer because of my mis
Meanwhile, in Yulga, Maria sat comfortably in her study, reading the latest reports.Lysander stood beside her, amused. "Another assassin failed. This is getting predictable."Maria smirked. "Vismal thinks he’s playing chess, but he’s only moving pawns."She set down her glass, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Let him keep trying. Let him think he has control.""And when he finally realizes he doesn’t?" Lysander asked.Maria leaned back, exhaling softly. "By then, he won’t be king anymore."While King Vismal wasted his energy plotting assassinations, he failed to see the true danger.His nobles squabbled over the black market. His people secretly craved Aeternum goods. His own soldiers whispered of defecting.Visma was rotting from the inside out. And Maria? She simply watched it happen. She wasn’t just controlling the black market. She was controlling Visma’s fate. One failed assassination at a time.King Vismal III believed he could eliminate Maria Yulga. He believed he could take
"Oi, you got the stuff?""Yeah, yeah, keep it down!"A merchant nervously looked around before handing over a carefully wrapped package."This is the good stuff—straight from Aeternum. Papa Pizza’s special cheese blend. Got it from a merchant who knows a guy who knows a guy."The buyer, a Visma noble in disguise, snatched it eagerly."Finally! I’ve been dying to try this! You have no idea how boring Visma’s food is compared to Aeternum’s cuisine!""Yeah, yeah, pay up first.""Fine, fine—how much?""Two hundred gold pieces."The noble nearly choked. "T-Two hundred?! That’s robbery!"The merchant smirked. "And yet, you’re still going to pay it, aren’t you?"The noble gritted his teeth, but handed over the money anyway. Aeternum’s products were so desirable that people were willing to spend fortunes just to get a taste.And that was exactly what ACIA wanted. By controlling the underground economy, Aeternum achieved multiple goals:Economic Control – Even though Visma banned Aeternum’s pr
The people were asking too many questions. The smugglers were getting bolder. Even their own guards and soldiers were caught listening to Aeternum’s broadcasts in secret. A revolution wasn’t just coming—it was being broadcast live.In an attempt to regain control, the non-allied nations did the only thing they knew how to do—They cracked down. Massive raids were conducted in the dead of night. Entire villages were searched. Merchants were arrested. Radios were smashed in public squares.But no matter how many products they confiscated, no matter how many smugglers they punished, it didn’t stop. Aeternum’s influence was already too deep. The people had tasted the forbidden fruit—and they weren’t about to let go of it.What made matters worse was that not everyone in power was loyal to the cause. Behind closed doors, even high-ranking nobles were secretly buying Aeternum’s products for themselves. Some were sneaking off to allied territories under the guise of “diplomatic visits” just s
Aeternum had always been known for its technological marvels and superior products, but with easy transportation, its goods became more accessible than ever before.From freshly preserved gourmet food to luxurious household items, Aeternum’s influence began to seep into every aspect of daily life across the continent. And the people? They loved it. Why eat old, stale bread when you could have Aeternum’s fresh-baked soft rolls that lasted for weeks without losing their taste?Why wear itchy, poorly-made foreign garments when you could buy Aeternum’s finely woven, stain-resistant fabrics? Even Aeternum’s entertainment industry was making waves. With their crystal-powered moving pictures, stories from Aeternum began flooding into neighboring lands, captivating audiences with rich tales of adventure, romance, and heroism.It wasn’t just about selling goods anymore. Aeternum was selling a way of life. And everyone wanted in.But not everyone was pleased. The non-allied nations watched in d
world devoured slice after slice, their faces twisted in expressions of pure bliss."Mmmh!""What is this?! It’s… It’s so simple yet… SO PERFECT!""The flavors! The balance! The texture! This is divine!"Even the most arrogant food critic, who prided himself on hating everything, took a bite and nearly fell out of his chair. Jean-Pierre trembled. His masterpiece—the dish he had poured his entire soul into—was being ignored. Instead, these noble fools were eating fast food.Like commoners. He couldn’t accept it. But the judges had already decided. With a deep breath, the royal head judge stood up and declared:"By unanimous decision… The winner is—Papa Pizza!"The room erupted in thunderous applause. Jean-Pierre, the once undefeated culinary master, stood frozen in place. His hands trembled. His pride shattered. And then, with his head lowered, he fell to his knees.The duel’s outcome shook the world. Jean-Pierre Gaston, the Imperial Chef, had lost to a simple pizza. Nobles who once l