“How presumptuous!!..how dare they made us as their gamble object!!..”. (Alfred)
“How did this happened!…Sire what must we do?..”. (Paradine)
Both Alfred and Paradine were already standing up and clearly didn’t hide their anger to the fact that Aeternum or perhaps me has somehow become and object in this civil war, while for me this is somehow has become the normal plot for a dynasty drama. Even Curufor the agent were clamping his fist tight following the other 2 reactions.
“.…Curufor, tell me again…how many is the Hallerus Kingdom heirs that were in the line?..”.
“...According to our database…it was 7…4 prince and 3 Princess..”. (Agent Curufor)
The anger and the madness stopped, as I asked the Agent a questions which he answered immediately, he knew about the details as he were one of
“My Lord…why are we waiting here?…aren’t we supposed to meet up with the Duke?…”. (Alfred)Instead of going to the Duke Mansion and meet up with him as per his request, I instead take walk around the Aeternum diplomat property. Since the Diplomat compound were made similar to any of the Aeternum large and influential structure, naturally there were the small replica of Aeternum Central Garden. Which were I am at right now, enjoying my Tea as I enjoy the breeze of the summer.Right now, it was the summer season in Fantasma, early summer that is. As I were enjoying the scenery and also at the same time were looking at the Aeternum Super Store growth chart and their revenue report. Everything seems to be very calming to me, even more calming to me when I revise the revenue report and all the numbers were all showing positive result and profits always continue to rise.The decision that
With the small incident already passed, the three of us, have our noon tea, comfortably. Naturally I also have the nearby Secret Service enjoy their Tea break as well, so inside the small garden, there were about 20 men and women, all wearing black suits and fully equipped with weapons all of them were comfortably siting on their mat as if enjoying a picnic, all of which were enjoying their teas, like a cultured people. The first person that empty his cup, were Agent Curufor, after finishing his cup, he stood up and ready to leave.“Sire, Master Alfred..I shall take my leave..and inform the Duke..”. (Agent Curufor)“Hmm..”.I dismissed him with a casual nod, which Agent Curufor replied with a bow, before walking away from the garden.As him out of the garden and probably already left the Pantheon Mansion, the tea party were still ongoing.“The Duke probably would
Merrica City, Pegasus Wheel Company, Merrica City Branch Store.Pegasus Wheel Company store, Located in the heart of the Merrica City, near the prolific City Fountain that witness a lot of historical moment that happened ever since the establishment of this very city. Naturally this weren’t the first store of Pegasus Wheel, a year ago, this company only have a small store at the edge of the city. But after the fortunate meeting with the President of Aeternum, the once unknown company, has risen to one of the Central Continent large corporation, and their main products were distributing the sure guaranteed profitable Aeternum merchandise.“Miss Helen…are you sure that you would be able to meet with the President?…”. (Richard Ben Benson)Richard Ben Benson, the handsome middle aged man, calmly looking out of the window of this 2 storey building, gazing to the busy street out
It was the Great Soldier of Aeternum, that comes to her aid, for who knows how long she were in the dark dungeon, in a blink of an eyes she was out. Saved from her seemingly eternal cages, she was found by a group of Aeternum Soldier who called themselves the Special Force Unit, they comb every single cell of the prison in the Dungeon and free everyone, lead them to the outside, and show the most breathtaking views to all of the prisoner. The Views of the burning down, crumbling and destroyed town and fortress of the Principality of Light, and how every single Nun, Priest, Cardinals and Knights that has become zombies and were killed like flies.She still remember how refreshing the feeling were at that time when she took a broken sword in her hand, and went to kill the rotten zombies of her captor, her husband the cardinals, which she cut to pieces. And no one stopped her, but instead even help her burn the body of that monster for her. That day was the day she
Merrica City, Aeternum Diplomatic Ground, Great Pantheon Mansion, Central Garden.It was the 3rdday, since I have arrived here, at the Merrica City, though personally not eventful have happened to me yet, but that cannot be said for those around me, and true to my prediction as before, there really were the second party in the Civil war. That second party is the Lost Princess herself, Princess Helen Hallerus, The mistreated princess, with a driven motivation. And surprising enough, apparently she wasn’t controlled by anyone, but instead she were the one that has mustered her own strength and troops to rally behind her.Above all unlike the current candidates that I had in my hand to support were the Second Prince who from the start, has done nothing of sort. The only support that he had were his brother in law, the Duke, which is in all honesty were nothing short of a disappointment, to be honest. For
“.…Merrica…Bloodlines, Heirs, genders..doesn’t made a person a King or a Monarch…it has never does and should never will…A King is someone who can hold his own self, someone who can lead you all, be it peasant, nobles or slaves…A king should grasp his own power and stand above all to show his might and the heart of steel, that would never falter to anyone will but his own…A king is someone who made the Title his own…no the one that become a king due to the title that was given due to his or her birth right…..remember, every first king was born from a normal and humble beginnings…, My friend….that prince….is not a king….but a mere puppet and a lofty fool…..should such man rise to the throne…then even with my help…Hallerus would fall…and this time when it fall…Hallerus will be no more than history….is that what you want?….my friend…&rd
“That is Duke Merrica..what is that old guy doing here?…Just Looking at his face already made me fumed with anger..<TSK!>”. (Count Kabronel)Although Count Kabronel were visibly annoyed by the fact that his old rival were sitting not far in front of him. Still he doesn’t dared to show it out in the open as, he and also the Princess were in the presence of outsider, and more over they have to behave themselves before the on that they were about to seek help and alliance from.“Hold it in, Uncle…we aren’t here to make any sort of issues…who knows that perhaps..My brother in Law might also changed his perspective..and support me..”. (Princess Helen Hallerus)Unlike the Count, Princes Helen on the other hand were silently observing everything that is going on before her, the sight of his uncle seemingly unaware, the sight of all the neatly dressed guards all over
Duke Merrica greeted his ‘friend’ in a nonchalant and overly friendly way, which visibly annoyed the gentlemen even more. But as he get latter to his sentence, the tone get deeper and heavy, as he is really serious about wanting Count Kabronel to watch himself before the President, if he decide not to heed the warning it was very clear that although Duke Merrica considered them as friend, he would cut him down and made him pay for the consequences of disrespecting the President. Which is an odd attitude coming from the Duke, as this man were extremely famous for not even looking at the King when speaks.“I know who this person was…Count Kabronel Carou…One of the 4 Lord of the Southern Hallerus Territory..the Owner of Big Lake Fortress, and also one of Hallerus Kingdom General of the Army….”.I stopped Duke Merrica in the middle of him introducing the Count to me and personally tell the man who he
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