Meanwhile, at the back of the stage, as the trial concludes, President Mies quietly makes his way toward the colossal administrative building situated just behind the City Centre. Once inside the grand room on the second floor, he stands near a tall window, his gaze drifting over the jubilant crowds gathered outside. They are in full celebration of the successful court proceedings that have just taken place. Today, a significant number of nobles and lords stood trial, all of whom have been sentenced. Their executions are scheduled to begin tomorrow.**"How are the people reacting?"President Mies asks, his voice calm yet purposeful, still watching the masses below.Special Agent Marisko, standing just behind him, replies with a tone of satisfaction."It’s been overwhelmingly positive, Your Highness. As you can see for yourself, the people are celebrating. It’s safe to say that, from this moment on, our government has earned their full support and cooperation." Mies nods slightly, ac
They were leasing farmland at rates 200% higher than reasonable. Is that accurate?" Marisko nods gravely. "Yes, Your Highness. The high rent was deliberately designed to trap the people in debt. And when they inevitably couldn’t pay, the nobles would turn them into slaves. Their intention wasn’t to cultivate crops; it was to harvest the people themselves."(Marisko)Mies clenches his fist in anger. "What a sinister scheme."Marisko continues, his voice filled with disdain."Sinister indeed, sir. And they have been operating like this for quite some time now, exploiting the people while hiding the true nature of their contracts."(Marisko)Mies shakes his head, disgusted. These nobles had been using the farmland not to produce food for the nation but to exploit the very people who toiled on it. The entire system had been built on lies, with contracts carefully shrouded in secrecy. Even worse, the nobles had collaborated with one another to ensure they all played the same twisted ga
"I want to ensure that we manage all of the confiscated assets immediately. Since things have unfolded in this way, perhaps we can use this as an opportunity to make another strategic move—one that will greatly enhance our popularity,". President Mies said thoughtfully, a glimmer of calculation in his eyes.Special Agent Marisko looked intrigued but uncertain. "What do you mean, sir?". she asked, seeking clarification.Mies turned to him with a small, cunning smile."Those nobles hiked up the rent on farmland so outrageously high... don’t you think it’s only fair for us to lower it?"Marisko’s eyes widened in surprise."Do you really mean that, Your Highness?""Yes,"Mies continued, his tone firm and assured. "We—the Aeternum government—will be the ones to lower the rent that has been strangling the people of this land for so long. With that simple action, our positive image will skyrocket."Marisko’s face lit up with excitement as he grasped the brilliance of the idea. "What a
"Your Highness?"a voice called out from the other side. It was Sergeant Knight Jacob from the Knight Division.Since many of the commanding officers, including Holgun, had already moved to the front lines, Major Fontana had left his trusted sergeant to act as Mies' aide. "Come in, Sergeant,"Mies called, allowing the young knight to enter.The sergeant entered awkwardly, his movements stiff, betraying his nerves. Despite being a true-blooded knight, it seemed he was still adjusting to serving under such a high-ranking leader. "Your Highness,"he stammered,"Madam Vice President is calling. She’s on line one." Mies smiled slightly, amused by the sergeant’s nervousness."Thank you, Sergeant. Connect the call for me."Sergeant Jacob fumbled for a moment but quickly connected the call before retreating from the room, leaving Mies alone. As the line connected, Mies could hear the familiar voice of his vice president, Elijah, on the other end."This is Mies speaking. Go ahead, Elijah
“[Right now our people are behind our effort at 100% support…there will be no room for objections or even doubt now….the voiced it with their own mouth that…no matter what happened during this war…they will always stand behind us…]”.(Elijah)“Good to hear that…we are ramping up this war then….I would give Eliza and the others to solve the situation in the Northern Region…perhaps a few days…”.“[I Absolutely behind you with that, Sir….Eliza can do that much…beside…with the Eternal Night Division in her disposal….the Northern Region might as well already ours…]”.(Elijah)For the war in Northern Region, there is no worries there, even without me leading the troops, Eliza as the General of Airforce should be enough to conquer the entirety of that region, with the amount of troops that she brought with her, and then backed with the Eternal Night Division, it was already a done deal. All I had to do is just relaxed here and wait for them to finish up and then I can casually stroll into the
I can surely looking forward for tonight good news right?..”.“[Worries not, Sir…I will personally make sure that tonight 8 PM news..would surely shocked everyone..and it will mark the historic moment for our great nation and people…]”.(Elijah)“It will sure does, Elijah…”.With that we ended our phone call, naturally with a good mood. Today for me and also Aeternum everything has been going on so smoothly, from the trial that has concluded nicely, and bring a great wind of change to the people motivation and surely would the night news that would soon to come. In the time of Aeternum military occupation in this city, on the very first day, I have ordered the soldiers to installed radios paired with large speakers, so that the entire city can listened to the news, and obviously Aeternum propaganda, and tonight, I am sure that the news at 8 PM would even boost Aeternum legitimacy in this land even more.Meanwhile, in Alemia Northern Region, more specifically the largest city in Northwe
“...I heard…that the Aeternum has been constantly punishing all the Nobles and Lords all over Alemia….those that does not aligned with them…or those that had been deemed oppressive and a tyrant…all of them had the same fates…and that is the gallows….right?..”.(Lord Duke Windstorm The 5th)“...Yes it is, My Lord…it was as if they were settling all the old debt…”.(Baron Louis)Slowly make their way to the window that overseeing the Frozen Peak City, the Duke were clearly shaken, but still keep up the composed looks. Self depreciating and fear looming in his voice and eyes, as he too knows that in his reign as a Duke, he is also a tyrant.“.…They probably wont just let us be…right?..”.(Lord Duke Windstorm The 5th)“...Maybe.…I can’t say much…I propose a surrender, My lord…although our fate were already pretty much sealed…perhaps if we takes an initiative…maybe..the Aeternum would spare our families?…”.(Baron Louis)“.…at the very least…even if nothing left….the young ones should at least
“..Louis…..Kuh!…Louis?…”.(Lord Duke Windstorm The 5th)“For someone who is known as the Coldest Tyrant Duke….you are awfully…dull….”.(Colonel Guseppe De Gianna)“Who?….are..you….?..”.(Lord Duke Windstorm The 5th)Amidst his wandering thoughts inside a room where everyone were his subordinate, a voice that was alien to him, and on top of it all, speaking to his in an informal manner, Duke Windstorm the 5th that were already in a foul mood, felt the mocking from the voice is very scathing. Moreover it was a voice that he didn’t know, and also the Baron Louis that were supposed to be right behind him, seemed so silence, all of a sudden. With an annoyance in his action and voice at first, the Duke turned around in anger, but as his eyes adjusted to the new scenery behind him, his anger turns to bewilderment.“Who am I?….well….I am sure that by just looking at me….you would definitely know…who am I….Duke Windstorm…”.(Colonel Guseppe De Gianna)“What?..”.(Lord Duke Windstorm The 5th)Right
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