50 Kilometer from Aeternum Border, Roc Mountain.
Baron Kemasia who is a member of Noble Coalition was assigned to lead an ambush on Prince Amariss and his entourage was already waiting on the foothill of the Roc Mountain. A few weeks ago, Noble Coalition who's been busy launching a full-scale war against the Royal crown, has caught the news of Prince Amariss secretly entering the new Kingdom Aeternum seeking for an Alliance, Although the Coalition has sent their men to intercept and assassinate the Prince, the effort was proven to be fruitless until now.As a safety net, Baron Kemasia who is also one of the trusted members of the coalition were sent by the coalition to guarantee the job done. Baron Kemasia did not question the job, he was proud to get such work, the deaths of Prince Amariss will surely be a devastating blow to the Queen Romella as he was the last of her son and heir. Along with his trusted and experienced knights, he waited forWeek by week, the world of the Garins changed: Trucks delivered farm tools, seeds, schooling books, and fertilizers. Their daughter Aris watched morning Kids’ Educational Hour, repeating numbers and letters she once feared. Lina learned songs about equality and cooperation. Farmers in the village started growing surplus—now they could reliably transport barley and beans to nearby market towns.Mother Talia confided to Joren: “We used to pray for the spring melt to soften soil enough to walk into town. Now I pray our girls will go to school, not to the fields.”One evening, a broadcast featured a group of students from Hallerus discussing agricultural techniques and trading ideas. Aris pointed at the screen: “Someday, I’ll stand on stage like that.”Next day, a teacher arrived from Alemia to open a schoolroom in the village. Before the TV drama played, before the road was laid, education seemed impossible. Now, it was inevitable.Grandmother Maren, once certain her grandchildren would
In one community, enrollment jumped by 70 percent in two weeks. Mothers asked about girls’ going to school. Fathers signed forms. Teachers were flooded with freshmen.Even civic identity evolved. Broadcast news highlighted voices from all regions—students, farmers, miners, shopkeepers—not just ministers or elites. Town halls were aired live. Debates on national reforms featured rotating panels across territories. Questions came in from viewers via radio call-ins and magical link votes.In a farming village in the north, a town elder watched as questions about road improvements from local farmers were broadcast—not by petition, but by live remote video. He nodded to his neighbors. "Now they know we exist."Citizens began identifying as part of something greater than their region or tribe—they began saying, “I am Aeternum.”Public opinion shifted. Misdirected rumors lost traction. Within days, rumors about non-human rights, forced taxes, or school laws were answered in daily broadcasts.
At sunset, I looked back toward New City in the distance, connected by new ridgeline of signal towers, each painted in Aeternum blue and gold. Between them, freight trains rattled across bridges in the Alemia countryside.It was a skyline unlike any medieval kingdom had ever seen—a painting of steel, light, and line-of-sight.I turned to Minister Rafaela, who was marveling at the view.“It’s not just broadcast,” she said. “It’s the voice of progress.”I clasped her shoulder. “We’ve built nation from rails to towers.”That evening, in my study lit by soft glow of relay signals humming through the new highland connection, I reflected on the transformation.Aeternum had changed. The new industrial era had given birth to projects that existed only in imagination—until logistics turned them into blueprints, and machinery turned them into reality.As signal lights blinked on across remote villages, I felt something deeper: A renewed promise. A promise that knowledge, safety, and community w
Beyond internal tension, Aeternum’s industrial growth shifted power dynamics across the UNA. Dukedom of Angela, once textile-rich through handlooms, now imported Aeternum‑woven fabrics for its royal court.The Grand Coastal City of Meerkat—a former center of artisanal goods—began ordering container loads of ceramics and electronics from Aeternum factories.In a meeting with Council leaders, Grand Lord Meerkat admitted: “Your manufacturing gives us access to goods our artisans cannot match in price or quality. We’ll partner, but also protect local crafts for tradition’s sake.”Back in the Industrial Park, Ronan guided me to the apprenticeship workshop beside his old workspace. Here, former blacksmiths now trained as assembly line supervisors and CNC machinists.“They wanted to keep tradition, but also join the age of mass work,” he said. “I teach them forge techniques alongside machine calibration. We respect both.”This new generation—trained in both manual artistry and factory effici
Massive steel piles, concrete mixers, pre-fabricated overpasses, and solar-grade roadway panels arrived daily on the job site. Lorries shuttled from rail platforms straight into assembly yards and mounting crews—eliminating the previous relay-based chain of mule, cart, and manual labor. Construction timelines collapsed inward.On the project’s staging ground, engineers smiled as structures rose faster than predicted. Steel frames for overpasses stood erect next to laid asphalt stretches. Bridges rose across ravines in days. All because fractured logistics had finally healed.A foreman in a dust-marked vest craned his neck to see a steel superstructure fitting into place.“We used to wait weeks for just the beams to come,” he said. “Now? We’re constructing while they deliver. It’s like magic backed by rails.”From Horizonte Farms to the coastal fisheries, from the towering crane sets of Alemia to the distribution hubs of New City, the freight revolution became a living thing—an invisib
“This isn’t just innovation,” one of them muttered. “It’s domination.”Meanwhile, in the industrial zones, workers and truckers watched in stunned silence as the broadcast cut to footage of train containers being loaded by automated cranes, tracking systems updating in real-time on digital boards. The scale, the speed, the coordination—it was absurd by any standard of this world.Even to my modern mind, it felt surreal.Rafaela turned toward me backstage after her speech, her usually composed face tinged with rare emotion. “It’s done,” she said.“It’s only the beginning,” I replied. “But you’ve done well. We all have.”“Does it feel like home yet?” she asked.I thought for a moment.“No,” I answered truthfully. “But it’s starting to feel like the home I always wished existed.”As the train pulled away from the station, thunder rolling beneath its wheels, I looked around me. The citizens of Aeternum didn’t cheer as much as they stood in awe.They understood something now—something unsp