Among the populace, there was a sense of vindication. The trials represented more than just a legal proceeding; they were a symbolic act of retribution, a cathartic release for years of pent-up anger and frustration. The people of Alemia Nation had suffered under the yoke of their lords for too long, and now, with the arrival of Aeternum, they saw a glimmer of hope.Inside the makeshift courtroom, I observed the preparations with a critical eye. Since I will be the one that will be overseeing the trials, ensuring that everything went according to plan is just natural. It was a delicate balance—on the one hand, I needed to demonstrate Aeternum’s strength and resolve; on the other, they had to do so in a way that would win the hearts and minds of the people.“Everything must be perfect,”.she instructed her aides, her voice firm.“The people need to see that we are not just punishing these nobles out of vengeance, but because it is the right thing to do. This is about justice, not reven
“People of Georgina City….Today….we will be holding a trial….a trial to judged over these people….these worms that had been plaguing this land….plaguing your lives for so long….Today...I promise all of you that all your grudge and anger would be settled once and for all….”.Truth to be said, the crowd has yet come to believe that this trial would do anything, it was understandable for them to react as such, after all, I am sure that before me there were other trials has been held by their previous lord, and in which inside that trial it was never gone to the way the people want the to be. But little that these people know that this trial would be something that made their heads turns 360 degree.“Will…things even be right?…I doubt it…”.(Reginald)In the midst of the massive crowds, Reginald were there standing in the spectator area along with the other citizen of Georgina City, looking a the massive makeshift trial court with skeptical views. Which is something that he can’t help to b
All the nobles and lords who had heard the verdict lost the shine in their faces and fell into a gloomy silence. They wanted to plead, as they had always done in the past, but this time, no words could escape their lips. Silenced all at once, they were forcefully escorted back to their prison cells, their fates now sealed. All they could do was wait for the inevitable—the day when death would finally claim them.As for the people of Georgina City, they were only just beginning to regain their senses after the shock of what they had witnessed. The trial, to their amazement, had been a truly lawful proceeding. No trickery, no hidden agenda. Aeternum had conducted the trial with honesty and transparency, showing everyone what true justice looked like. This is what fairness should be, they thought. This is how a just society should work.“BAM! BAM! BAM!”The sound of the gavel echoed throughout the plaza, marking the official end of the court proceedings. The magistrate’s voice rang out:
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
Mrs. Jamey blinked. “Pardon?”The Queen’s proposal was gentle but clear. “Our kingdom—Lirya—is small, yes. But we have abundant cotton, some of the finest silk-spinning traditions in our mountain region, and a rising population of tailors looking for stable work. Nicole’s… would be cherished there.”It wasn’t long before other leaders joined the conversation. Prince Thelric spoke of his nation’s dye-producing forests. A dwarven delegate mentioned an offer to help forge enchanted weaving machines. Everyone wanted to be the first to secure Nicole’s expansion.Mr. Jamey chuckled, both overwhelmed and humbled. “We always thought expansion meant bigger cities in Aeternum. But… I suppose we’ve been looking too closely. Nicole’s could mean something far more if we carry her name into the world.”By the time the sun began to set, the Jameys had exchanged contact crystals with six different representatives. Nicole’s might soon go international.And Nicole’s was just the beginning. Across New C
“It is said that if knowledge was water,” said their guide, a half-elf librarian named Vestra, “then Aeternum’s library is the ocean.”In a grand central chamber, they passed under a dome showing a starmap that changed with real-time sky positions. Every known nation had a section—yes, even the smallest and poorest. Aeternum had made it a point of pride to gather the history of every people in the continent, even those now forgotten by time.“This is… our old crest,” Queen Inariel whispered, her fingertips trembling as she reached toward an illuminated tome. “From three centuries ago… when our land was still one forest, before the wars divided it…”“We thought this was lost,” murmured Thelric as he came upon a scroll written in his kingdom’s ancient language, long dead and unspoken.Their tour grew quiet. There was no mocking here, no pompous declarations of Aeternum’s superiority. Only quiet reverence. A nation this strong, this secure, chose to preserve—not dominate. It guarded the
A knock at the door interrupted the quiet hum.It was Director Kwak Lum, again dressed in his signature dark blue robes, his draconic features smiling as he entered.“Honored guests,” he said, bowing respectfully. “Allow me to welcome you, on behalf of the Aeternum Crown and President Mies Sai. You are the first stars to light the Summit’s sky, and we are honored by your presence.”The gathered leaders rose and bowed in return.“We will ensure your time here is not just comfortable,” Kwak Lum continued, “but fruitful. Tours of the city have been arranged. Economic delegates will arrive within days for pre-summit discussions. And the Four-Leaf’s hot springs are now fully prepared—though I dare say our chefs may be the true stars of the Resort.”Laughter rippled through the room.As Kwak Lum left, Queen Inariel turned to the others. “Let them come in airships. Let them come with fanfare and marching bands. We came with purpose.”“And humility,” Brogath added.“Let’s make sure the world
Ambassador Roland cleared his throat. “Director Kwak… if I may speak freely?”“Always, Ambassador Roland.”He stood, brushing a hand across his waistcoat. “We are humbled. To house our people in such a place… it is more than any of us expected. We… we feared being seen as the weaker voices among the UNA.”Kwak Lum’s smile broadened, his eyes gleaming like starlight. “We do not see you as weak. We see you as family.”The moment lingered in silence, the kind that needs no words. Roland sat down; cheeks slightly flushed but heart a little lighter.Outside, beyond the floor-to-ceiling window, the sprawling city continued its dance of preparation. Massive floral displays were being installed at the roundabout leading to the Summit Plaza. Colorful banners were raised in quick succession, displaying the names of each arriving nation. Already, the delegation from the Dukedom of Angela had arrived in a train of shimmering glass carriages. The Republic of Telvinia’s airship hovered just beyond
“Attention citizens of the Free Nation,” a cheerful voice echoed across cobblestone streets, “this is an international broadcast. In four weeks’, time, the UNA Summit will commence in New City, Aeternum. Thirty-one proud nations will stand together under one flag of progress, cooperation, and shared security. We celebrate an era of peace—an age of unity…”The words echoed like thunder in the council chamber.Outside, people paused to listen. While many among the elite scowled and turned away, others in the lower districts paused, curious. Some even smiled. The promise of unity, safety, and growth was seductive—especially to the common folk, burdened by Triangle Guild’s centuries of unchecked power and exorbitant fees.Kennedy noticed it. “Look at them… even our own people are considering it.”“They’re weak,” Carn muttered. “They don’t understand what’s at stake.”Alphonse’s brow furrowed. “Or maybe they do. Maybe they’re tired of being bled dry by guild taxes and levies. Aeternum gave
In New City, President Kaiser Mies Sai met with his advisors. The room buzzed with discussions about the upcoming summit and the potential threats from dissenting nations.Advisor Elena: "Mr. President, intelligence reports suggest increased propaganda from the Principality. They aim to discredit the summit and our initiatives."President Mies: "We anticipated resistance. Our focus remains on unity and progress. Let their words be drowned by the chorus of cooperation and shared prosperity."The President's resolve was clear. The UNA would not be deterred by the dissent of those clinging to outdated and oppressive ideologies.As the summit drew nearer, the world watched with bated breath. Supporters of the UNA saw it as a beacon of hope and collaboration, while detractors viewed it as a threat to their traditional power structures.In the Principality of Light, the Church intensified its rhetoric, urging its followers to resist the UNA's influence. Yet, whispers of dissent emerged even
The Ministry of Infrastructure has begun preparations to reroute major traffic corridors to accommodate the anticipated diplomatic convoys and foreign delegates. The Ministry of Culture is also curating a week-long cultural exposition to showcase Aeternum’s diversity and progress.President Mies’ spokesperson confirmed that multiple major policy announcements are expected during the summit’s plenary sessions, including topics rumored to include:Official designation of the Aeternum Credit as the UNA’s preferred trade currency. Establishment of the UNA Education Oversight Bureau. Expansion of continental transport infrastructure, and. Strengthened defense cooperation under UNA guidelinesNo foreign media has yet been granted interview access to the President ahead of the summit, but sources within the Black House suggest the upcoming event is being viewed as “a generational turning point.”"The world is watching. The people are ready. And in five weeks’ time, New City will become more
Aeternum would continue to offer education, security, and infrastructure assistance—but always in a way that ensured we maintained our lead.We would teach them how to build schools, but we would own the publishing rights to the most advanced textbooks. We would help them create local militias, but they would still call for Aeternum troops when true threats loomed.We would help them modernize, industrialize, prosper—but they would know, always know, that Aeternum had already blazed the trail further ahead. I didn’t want vassals. I wanted allies who could never quite catch up—because they didn’t need to. They needed us to lead.I rose from my chair and walked toward the window. New City stretched into the horizon, its shining towers and clean streets proof of what discipline and vision could achieve.If left alone, the world would fall back into darkness. If left to their own devices, these medieval kings and nobles would tear each other apart again. The future needed guardians. The U
I knew what was at stake. We had to uphold this example. We had to show, beyond doubt, that the age of “Human First” was over.That the only supremacy left was the supremacy of character. Wisdom. Unity. Vision. And if we could carve that truth into the very soul of the UNA—if we could bury the old hatreds under libraries, not graves—then maybe, just maybe, this world could finally, finally leave its chains behind.I stood up from my chair, moving to the window. Out there, the city pulsed—an endless, living testament to what was possible when walls were torn down, not built higher. I closed my eyes for a moment. I didn’t want to be remembered as the conqueror of nations. I wanted to be remembered as the architect of a new era.One where no child was born inferior. One where no citizen was condemned by the shape of their ears or the color of their skin or the tail on their back. One where power didn’t mean oppression—but opportunity.Aeternum would be the beacon. And the UNA? The vessel