“From now on, you are a part of the Central Government Department…and you will also be participating the Up and coming mission along with the president…Our agent, will not be participating in this mission…so, you will be our representative…the only representative…that is all..The leading figure of this mission is The President himself as well as the Army branch Colonel, Colonel Lucas…”. (Major Sadeen)
Floris City, 23 Hours before arriving at Golden Triangle City.Floris Hotel, VIP room.
My arrival has actually being informed to the Free Nation of Triangle Guild Council before hand by my ambassador there, Anna one of the member of the Maiden Unit, M10. But still, in my mind I do have a thought that my arrival will cause a bit of frantic. Because I arrived with a flying city hovering in the air, as we were coming near to the Golden Triangle City vicinity, nearing it’s left side of the gate where my diplomat were located, everyone on board can already hear the chaos and the frantic of the city populate down below.
The inside of the Council Building were as magnificent as the exterior, it was lavishly decorated with expensive decorations, golden gilded furniture that uses only the finest woods. But still it is furnished resembled a Noble mansion or a King castle, impressive but not that enamour to me. With me, I only have Anna and about 5 of her Consulate soldiers as an entourage, a fairly small crowd for someone who in a status like me.
Cortona Van Ruby is the biggest Slave trader in the Free Nation of Triangle Guild and probably one of the oldest merchant that has been dwell in this kind of business the longest, by this time it was no longer hard to say that she was probably one of the largest Slaver in the entire Central continent. In the wake of the incident of the last meeting, despite her status she has, in fact bite more than she can chew, by flaunting before me, and my fierce killing intent has straight her through.
“I’ve asked around about your preferences…well, just like the others who wanted to be acquainted with you…and I believe that this will surely pleased you..”. (Cortona Van Ruby)I wasn’t planning anything nor I even wanted anything. But if someone wanted to present me with a gift, it wouldn’t hurt to accept it. Cortona Van Ruby and her teams of
“You wanted your people to be an Aeternum Citizen, but secretly?…why?..”.The discussions has gotten even deeper between me and it has taken another whole turn. Although Cortona Van Ruby wanted for me to accept her people meaning Demon Race, she wanted and suggested that it would be done secretly.
There’s nothing for me to do or see around the Golden City, also I don’t wanted to. The day has slowly gotten dark and I wanted to get some shut eyes, But still I can ignore Alure Johnson my new entourage, to be honest I do find her really attractive. But I don’t want to jump on her without having a decency to know her a little bit much about her. But the fact that I have an ex-Nun right beside me, kinda turns me on.
“That is quite a numbers of people..”.“It is Young Master…It was like a constant stream of people coming in and out..Luckily, Thanks to your foresight…none of our store hasn’t ran out of stock..but 70% of it is already being sold..”. (Alfred)
"To bring an end to this senseless bloodshed and to uphold justice, Aeternum was left with no choice but to intervene. The war was swift, decisive, and necessary. With surgical precision, our military forces dismantled both warring factions, captured those responsible, and liberated the oppressed people of Alemia."In the Aeternum War Room, Vice President Elijah listened, arms folded, her expression unwavering. She had witnessed every piece of this war unfold—but hearing it spoken so clearly, so definitively, solidified the gravity of their actions.Quara took a deep breath before delivering the final words of her broadcast segment."At this moment, Aeternum officially declares that the war in Alemia has ended. Alemia is now under Aeternum governance. The laws of Aeternum will now extend to the entire region, ensuring protection, fairness, and the rebuilding of a nation once ravaged by war. Justice will be served, and those responsible will answer for their crimes. The people of Alemi
Corporal Julius never expected to live through the war. When the Aeternum army stormed the city, he had thrown down his weapon, surrendering without a second thought.He had seen what Aeternum did to prisoners of war.Not executions. Not torture. But fair trials.And when he stood before the Aeternum Military Court, his heart had pounded in his chest, expecting the worst.Instead?Instead, he was sentenced to manual labor—helping to clean and rebuild the city he once swore to defend. At first, he thought it was humiliating. A soldier, reduced to picking up rubble and scrubbing graffiti off walls.But then, as he worked alongside former civilians, former soldiers, and even volunteers from Aeternum, he realized something. This wasn’t a punishment. This was redemption. As he carried a heavy sack of broken bricks, an elderly woman passing by stopped him."Young man, thank you."Julius paused, sweat dripping from his brow. “For what?”The woman smiled, her wrinkled hands clutching her new
Meanwhile, inside the Alemia Royal Palace, which had now been converted into a central command hub, President Mies Sai listened intently to a military briefing.Across from him sat Department Vice-Director Nathaniel Grant of the Department of Resource & Infrastructure, his face alight with enthusiasm.“Sir, the employment program is exceeding expectations. We posted 5,000 positions for public kitchen chefs, and they were filled within a single day.”Mies Sai smirked. “I’m not surprised. The people have been desperate for stability.”Vice-Director Grant nodded. “Indeed. And now, with the cleaning and rebuilding project launching, we’re expecting a flood of applications. 100,000 slots may not even be enough.”General Lucas, seated nearby, chuckled.“We’ll need to start thinking ahead, then.” He tapped a report on the table. “Alemia isn’t just a city of civilians. We still have thousands of unemployed former soldiers from both the Queen’s and the Prince’s factions. Many of them aren’t cr
“I agree with implementing the employment program,” I said, voice firm. “But we’ll need to make several adjustments before we proceed.”Ramon nodded attentively. “What kind of adjustments, sir?”I leaned back slightly in my chair.“First, work hours need to be reduced. Given how many of the surviving population are either elderly or women, we can’t expect them to handle the same level of physical labor as a normal workforce.”Ramon took notes, his expression serious. “Understood.”“Second, child labor is absolutely forbidden. If anyone attempts to exploit children for work, they will face immediate punishment.”“Of course, sir. Aeternum law is clear on that.”I nodded. “Third, we’ll have to create alternative jobs that suit the city’s current demographic. Many of the women and elderly might not be able to do construction work, but they can handle administrative work, small-scale industry, and trade. We need to get creative.”Ramon grinned, impressed. “You’ve already thought several st
“Did the Queen know about this?” I asked, though deep down, I already knew the answer.Selie didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she reached into her bag, pulling out a single sheet of parchment. She laid it on my desk with a deliberate movement.It was an official decree, signed and stamped with Queen Romella’s royal seal. A decree authorizing the so-called “punishment” of nobles appointed by Aeternum.I closed my eyes briefly, suppressing the urge to slam my fist onto the table. The Queen knew, she had known all along. And she did nothing, or she were too consumed with all the power and luxuries that she just signed everything that come to her table, and now I had to clean everything back.Across the chamber, Duke Oliver Gust—or rather, Governor Oliver Gust, as he was now officially titled—stood near one of the balconies, observing the organized chaos with a look of deep contemplation. After taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I rose from my seat and walked over to him.“Quite
For years, Alemia’s people had been accustomed to fear—to being harassed, abused, and treated like pawns by the nobility and military alike.But today, as they walked through the clean streets, there was no shouting.No random arrests. No public executions. There was only order.And above them, in the vast blue sky, the Aeternum airships loomed—their massive steel frames gliding through the heavens, a symbol of dominance, protection, and change.For many, it was their first time seeing such technology up close.An elderly baker, standing at the entrance of his shop, shielded his eyes as he gazed upward."The Iron Birds…" he whispered, awestruck.Beside him, a young girl tugged at his sleeve."Grandpa, are they… protecting us?"A pause. Then, the old man smiled for the first time in years."Yes. I believe they are."Unlike the old regime, Aeternum’s governance was swift and efficient.Knowing that the city had suffered extreme shortages due to the war, Aeternum immediately opened publi
"I refuse to be treated like some common criminal! I am Count Malik! Minister of Finance! I have funded half of this war!"His voice echoed, but no one moved. No one spoke in his defense.Malik gritted his teeth and jerked violently, managing to break free from the grip of the young Aeternum private restraining him.With a twisted smirk, he raised his hand and struck the soldier across the face.A loud crack rang through the hall.For a moment, everything stood still.Then—BANG.A gunshot pierced the air, and Malik’s scream followed a split second later as he collapsed onto the floor, clutching his now bloodied knee.Standing over him, his pistol still smoking, was Sergeant Falkner.The seasoned Aeternum officer towered over the fallen noble, his expression one of absolute indifference."That was for touching my soldier," Falkner said, his voice as sharp as a blade.Malik writhed, his cries of agony mixing with gasps of horror from the other captives.Falkner bent down, his boot press
“I request a duel.”A murmur ran through both sides. Bina merely raised a single eyebrow.“A duel? Against me?” she said, tilting her head slightly, almost as if she hadn’t heard him correctly.Anton stood his ground.“If I win, you and your soldiers do not enter this palace.”Bina exhaled, her lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smile.“And if you lose?”Anton’s jaw tightened.“Then my men will surrender peacefully.”A moment of silence passed between them.And then, Bina laughed.A deep, almost booming sound, filled with something akin to amusement… and disappointment.“You are either the bravest or the most foolish knight I have ever met, Captain Anton.” She rested her hand on the haft of her war axe, her fingers tightening around the weapon’s familiar grip.Anton did not flinch. Bina’s amusement faded. She gave him a firm nod. Both of them knew, this is actually a heartfelt plea from Anton, he wanted Grand General Bine to allow his men to live, this I his earnest beg.
At precisely 10 AM, just as the dust from the explosions had barely begun to settle, a deep echoing voice rang across the battlefield.“To the soldiers and citizens of Alemia!”It was him.The President of Aeternum.His voice carried through the winds, reverberating through the ruined streets, projected through Aeternum’s massive military speakers for all to hear.“Your war is over. Lay down your arms. Submit to the governance of Aeternum, and you will be spared.”His words hung in the air like a final judgment.And then, like a descending storm, the Aeternum Army finally began to move.It was a terrifyingly unified march.Thousands upon thousands of troops moved in perfect synchronicity, their steel boots pounding against the earth like a drum of war. Tanks rolled forward, massive military vehicles flanking the advancing battalions, gunships and airships circling the skies like mechanical reapers.At that moment, the people of Alemia saw it—the unstoppable tide of Aeternum’s might de