“...Oh…Sis…look, Master has arrived….hmmm?…there’s only one Airship?….Sis…why did master did not bring any entourage with him?…that is dangerous…”.(Mina)As both of them were talking whilst overlooking out at the Aero Pod and the airport tarmac, they say the famous Air Force Dragon 1, of which belonged to the President and only the President, landing on an empty Aero Pod, and there were just a single Airship that is landed, which made Mina and Elijah frown. As per procedure and for the safety reason, the Presidential Airship should have never flew alone. But seeing that the Airship were without escort, this made them both really frown. Surely this might be the President own request and whim, but still it should never happened.“…this is dangerous and unacceptable….we will talked about it later….just not now…we talked about it later…or just do it ourselves…for now we can just welcome him home and eased him up….the war and the travel surely has tire him enough…”.(Elijah)“I guess
“Everything has been going well, Sir…including all of our plans…”.(Elijah)Elijah and the President casually talked with each others as they alight the Presidential SUV, on their way to leave the Aero port.“Also..Mina…is rare to see you here welcoming me back at the airport…”.(President Mies)“Well, I just happened to have so work in the Airport so I thought…hmm…why not I just tag along…so here I was..is everything okay back in Sunders City?..”.(Mina)“Hmm?…oh, it’s just fine…I just came back to speak a little bit with everyone before I go back there for the war…again…”.(President Mies)The tone of his talks seems a little bit down on the low, almost saying it like it was a hassle. Then again, no one can blame him for acting like this, after all he was in a war and in the middle of one. The motion in regards of treating the problematic prisoners of war, clearly a topic of distress to many, after all, these problematic people will be sold to the other nation as a way to punished them
“Master…does the method, seems a bit bitter to you?..”.(Mina)Being the wisest in emotional connection and matter, Mina carefully approach the subject, as Elijah sit at the side and stayed silence. She also knows when it comes to speaking of a sensitive matter, it best to leave it to Mina as she were the most suitable person to soothe anyone distress or pain.“It is….it weigh on me a little…but, at the end of the day…this method were the only way we can take…in these war…I wanted to spill less blood as possible..as we will have to rebuild that land to be apart of us….the people had to see our kindness and consideration in the time of harshness…where the usual people wouldn’t even show such things….I wanted from this very incident the people of Alemia can see us in a very positive light….I sure hope they would see it….as…those problematic bunch are just really the scummiest people I have ever seen…”.(President Mies)“...I am sure that they would realized that everything that you were d
Personally everything in regards of the war, has been a smooth sailing, if I were to just overlooked just how the issue with the entire campaign is that we have been doing everything faster than anticipated. I have been feeling like I am playing the game in a ‘Easy mode’ these entire time. Hence the problem is that we have been advancing far to fast, conquering and defeating enemies has been far too easy to the point that it enabled me to actually travel everywhere with ease and also restructuring the entire region at the same time.“Elijah…how about the support staff and labor that I asked been going on?…”.“Hmm?….everything has already en route, Master…I am sure that by Tomorrow…all 3 of the war front will have their support ready…and by the day after tomorrow..they will all be ready to start developing the entire region as we pleased and devised already….But, Sir…..it is really a shocked that it only took you 3 days to fully take controlled of the entire Eastern region….I believed
“You know….it has been quite sometime, since the 3 of us spend time together…like relaxing and stuff…wanna head for some tea and coffee time for a little bit?…I kinda want to see the city sight for a short while…”.“A short break?..”.(Elijah)“A short date?…Sure!….let’s go!…Let’s go to the Yggdrasil Cafe!…our little one has put quite a lot of effort on that cafe of hers….I wanted to see it for myself…”.(Mina)One could really see the difference of personality, from that short and simple suggestion of mine. But even so that does not matter much, as both of them were clearly loving it, it is understandable, after all, just like me, these 2 has been working hard on this side for quite some time now. And to be honest, just like me the only free time that they have in their days, at this wartime moment, is just the same as me, at night time when it was time to get some rest and sleep, other than it was a constant battle with work and papers.“Yggdrasil Cafe?…oh, that cafe that we owned….Di
“Yggdrasil Cafe?…oh, that cafe that we owned….Did Yggdrasil handle the one that were in the city?…”.Speaking about that Cafe, I now remember that Cafe, which is actually one of the many business that I personally owned and founded. It was a business that I copied from the famous chain coffee shop back on earth and down to the green color, but unlike on earth my version got Yggdrasil cute visage as the front logo, so it was quite cute, and also it has became quite famous. With the modern looks of the cafe interior and the outside looks, then paired with the very cheap price and very memorable logo and catchphrase, paired with the business model of that cafe that I copied back from earth. The Yggdrasil Cafe, has become one of the famous shop all over Aeternum, and also one of the top earner in my range of business that I owned or the Aeternum Royal Family owned. In New City alone, there were already 10 Cafe, and about 20 small shops set up all over the entire city.I know and remembere
Listening to Elijah, now my interest has pique, after all, Yggdrasil is my child, and knowing that she learned from me quite a lot, I wondered would she be able to copied my vision for the business as well, but perhaps I have to limit my expectation a little bit, after all she is still a child.“Okay…but you know, I kinda worried about her now…Yggdrasil tend to wanted to work..rather than play like any other child at her age….will she be fine?..”.(Mina)“.….She will be just fine….beside she asked for this herself….as a Princess of Aeternum, and also our daughter…she need to be challenged a little bit….we cannot coddled her all the time…”.(Elijah)“Really?…but still a balance must be there, Sis…”.(Mina)When it comes to parenting, each one carried their personality with them and tried to influence their child as they wanted. Whilst Elijah were strict with her style, Mina were much more loving and overtly pampering towards Yggdrasil, like this, it was more balanced, which is good for Yg
“Sir President, Madam’s…we have arrived…”.(Lieutenant Colonel Sareen)“Oh..thank you, Sareen…Ladies, Let’s go….”.As my SUV came to a stop, all the Secret Service agents, naturally did their duty first, by securing the perimeter and the threat assessment first. And only then will my car door be opened, and as always the person that opened the door, is Sareen, informing us that we have already arrived at the cafe. I come out first, then followed by Elijah and Mina, all 3 of us were still in our work uniform so we really stand out in the public compared to everyone else in our surrounding. As soon as we stepped out, there were already crowds forming right outside the perimeter of the shop and on the side walk, so instead we instantly became a spectacle to the public.“These people seems a bit too early to just comes and gather here…”.I can only smile and waved at the crowd that seems to me just magically multiply by the second as we were here.“The news of your arrival back, were publi
“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