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
Back at the Artisan Pavilion, her team of fellow craftswomen cheered as she returned with the news.“We’re expanding,” she whispered to them, barely containing her tears. “We’re going to be in Angela.”The women embraced, laughing, crying, squeezing each other’s hands. Years of quiet struggle. Of late nights and scarred hands. Of stretching coins and making do.And now… a future they had carved with their own hands.Across the pavilion, an Aeternum broadcaster caught wind of the story and began filming. That evening, Jessie’s handshake with Princess Angela aired alongside stories of business triumphs and new partnerships formed at the Extravaganza.People watching from homes, inns, and town squares saw her radiant smile and heard her say:“We’re not just selling tiles. We’re building paths to new lives.”And that was the soul of the UNA Extravaganza. Not just diplomacy. Not just unity. But possibility—etched in clay, fired in hope, and polished with pride. Naturally, Jessie Jones stor
Across the Central Continent, dozens of such conversations echoed through old palaces, dim bunkers, and backroom parliaments. Leaders who once sneered at Aeternum as an upstart now watched it crown itself as destiny.And worse—people believed in it. The very masses they ruled now dreamed of clean water, jobs in Aeternum’s shining cities, and safety under the Peacekeeper’s shadow. Old regimes no longer held hearts. They barely held borders.And for all their rage, for all their plotting, the reality was this: There was nothing they could do. Not without consequences. The Peacekeeper Force was no idle threat. It was a blade drawn and sheathed in law—coiled but ready. And in its ranks were the finest troops of Aeternum, the angelic air divisions of Angela, the sea-hardened commandos of Eloesa, the mountain warriors of Froatlan.To strike any one UNA nation now… was to strike them all. So, they sulked. And they spat venom. But it ended in silence. In envy. In bitter knowing. They had laug
I stood and crossed to the window, overlooking the distant UNA Headquarters glowing under the late afternoon sun. Delegates were still mingling. Celebrating. None of them knew what I had just learned. And for now… that’s how it needed to stay.“I’m keeping this data classified,” I said.Andrea turned to me. “Even from the other UNA leaders?”“Especially from them,” I muttered. “Most of them still think their world ends at their borders. You saw what happened when they first saw tar roads and indoor plumbing. What do you think they’d do with this information?”Elijah entered next, hearing only the last part. “Someone would panic. Someone else would try to invade someone else, thinking there’s land to grab or people to exploit.”“Exactly.” I turned back to them all. “I know their hearts. I understand their ambitions. Not all are bad. But most are untrained, unready. We tell them there’s a continent out there teeming with unaligned states, fertile lands, and god knows how many magic-imbu
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A second screen displayed the breakdown—Aeternum’s mechanized division, Zaredon and Eloesa’s battalions, Angela’s brigade, Froatlan’s mountain troops, Crystal Lake’s lancers.King Sigwald of Froatlan stood and raised his thick hand. “Let it be known,” he said loudly, “that our dwarves march not to war—but to peace!”Applause followed, genuine and thunderous. I let the moment breathe before shifting the display. The second emblem rose: an interwoven grid of roads, tracks, and trade lines—the symbol of the UNA Economic Corridor.“And secondly,” I announced, “the formation of the Economic Corridor. A standardized trade network. Unified documentation. Shared transportation initiatives. And for all cross-nation trading: the use of Aeternum Credits, a secure, stable currency that shall serve as our bridge between borders.”The delegates murmured in agreement, and even some who had seemed hesitant days ago were now nodding, reassured by the overwhelming unity in the room.“We will trade fast
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