Traveller Of Two Worlds のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 2681 - チャプター 2690

Baron Rathiel of the Ivory House spoke with Queen Inariel about building a Skyglass Cliff Retreat in Lirya’s mountaintops, while Countess Morwen from the Flameveil Family began sketching ideas for a fire-themed volcanic spa in the rocky outskirts of Halberd.Competition, it turned out, was not just among the UNA nations—but fiercely alive among the Aeternum nobility.“I want my family crest flown over three resorts by next year,” Morwen said to her assistant, a glint of challenge in her eye.“I will not be outdone by Ysmene again.”What was once admiration had turned into practical movement. Papers were signed. Resource lists were exchanged. Contact crystals activated. Even Aeternum’s local trade officials watched with pleasant surprise at how quickly the visiting nations adapted to the pace of the city’s economic ecosystem.By evening, the smaller nation leaders regrouped at the Four-Leaf Resort, each carrying documents, proposals, and ideas in their hands—and something else in their

Meanwhile, Queen Aqeesha Eloesa watched her daughter’s naval training academy set up a simulated navigation experience in the Eloesan booth. She turned to one of the local officials nearby. “Tell your President, he has our gratitude. This… this was brilliant.”Indeed, it was clear to all who attended that only Aeternum—visionary, progressive, and deeply thoughtful—could have conceived of such an event. There were no rankings. No contests. No judging. Each booth was a celebration of individuality under a shared banner.Director Kwak Lum, who had been overseeing the setup since before sunrise, stood quietly on one of the upper terraces, watching the crowd below. Hundreds of thousands flowed through the walkways. The laughter of children. The mingling of different languages. Dances. Music. Spontaneous performances.He turned to the Aeternum Press Secretary beside him.“Look at them,” he said softly, the corners of his mouth lifting in satisfaction. “This is what unity feels like. Not man

“There she is!” shouted a teenager, pointing at Queen Zanesia, radiant in indigo robes. “That’s our queen!”The crowd erupted into cheers.“She stood among the greatest!” another exclaimed. “And we belong there now.”And on the distant coastlines of the Island Kingdom of Eloesa, sailors and dockworkers stopped their tasks to gather at makeshift amphitheaters, screens positioned on cargo crates and tower decks. The sailors saluted as Queen Aqeesha and her daughter appeared onscreen, their navy uniforms gleaming with pride.“I never thought I’d live to see it,” said an old captain, his weathered hands gripping a mug of rum. “A summit... not about war, but peace. And they sang, aye. They sang.”Even in the most remote corners of the UNA, the Cultural Exchange Extravaganza had reached hearts and homes.In rural villages with little more than a small relay post, farmers gathered outside taverns, their eyes wet with joy at the sight of their country’s flag soaring high among the banners of

I looked around the table, my voice calm but firm. “No other alliance in history has formed such a force. Not for conquest—but for preservation. This is the new standard. This is how we hold the line against the chaos.”Queen Zanesia of Zaredon spoke next. “I’ve seen the drills. I’ve seen the equipment. If we had this ten years ago, we wouldn’t have lost half our coastline to that dungeon eruption. Aeternum’s tech saved our nation. I’ll stand behind this force.”Queen Aqeesha of Eloesa nodded in agreement. “Our enemies wait for the Monster Tide to strike, knowing we’ll be too busy defending to stop their incursions. But if we can stand together, they will think twice.”Others voiced support too—slowly, at first, then rising like a wave. Even the ever-cautious King Helberd of Nirewind spoke with grudging admiration. “You offer steel and shield. And if this force proves itself… it may just shape the future of war.”Elijah, seated beside me in her official capacity as Vice President, lea

I smiled. “We intend to feed it instead.”Queen Inariel of Livra clutched a box of Aeternum's long-preservation rice cakes during the meeting, holding it like a national treasure. “You mean to tell me these can last for a year... and still taste like this?”“We have cakes that last three years,” I said. “Stored underground. In heat. In cold. Still moist.”She blinked. “Sorcery.”“No,” I corrected, “science. And logistics.”Everyone agreed almost instantly that aligning their economies to ours, adopting our credit system for trade, and synchronizing tariffs would be beneficial. Especially since it would give them instant access to the Aeternum distribution network.In simpler terms—they could now stock their entire nation with goods they could never dream of producing. They’d be fools to oppose it. I looked around the table, watching the collective realization settle on every face:They need us.And for the first time, they weren't ashamed of it. They were grateful.“Let it be official