All Chapters of Traveller Of Two Worlds: Chapter 2831 - Chapter 2840

The essential shift was in the mindset. The people of Lone Star were being taught to value stability over supremacy, and education over ignorance. They no longer yearned to lord over demi-humans or hoard scraps of gold; they dreamed of predictable wages, state-funded schools for their children, and access to the specialized hospitals promised in the next wave of construction.I knew the work was far from over. It would take years, perhaps generations, to fully root out the parasitic ideology of supremacism that had poisoned the region. But the foundations were laid—hard, clean, and unyielding. The markets were secured, the military garrisons were established, the schools were open, and the railway had bound the land in unbreakable iron chains. Lone Star was on its knees, yes, but not in chains of conquest. It was bowing in the embrace of cold, ruthless modernity.I raised my glass high toward the window, the glow of the rational, functional city bathing my face.“Bow lower,” I whisper

In a refurbished manor outside Star City, the former Baroness Merida, now strictly just "Citizen Merida" but still clinging to her silks, spat her wine onto the stone floor when the news reached her.“The audacity! The sacrilege!” she shrieked at her husband. “He is defiling the sanctity of the royal line! He conquers our kingdom, strips us of our wealth, and then takes the Queen to legitimize his barbarity!”Her husband, a practical man whose family fortune was dwindling fast, merely watched the Military Police patrol a clear line around their property perimeter.“Quiet, Merida,” he whispered, fear in his eyes. “It is the smartest move he could have made. We had hoped the common folk might rally around the Queen or the Princess, demand their restoration. But now? They are his consorts. Any act of rebellion against Aeternum will be seen as an attack on the Star Royal line itself. Mies has just neutralized every last whisper of internal resistance.”The Baroness realized the stark, ter

The grand chambers of what was once the Lone Star Kingdom’s Royal Palace now echoed with a silence far more oppressive than before. The elaborate tapestries depicting forgotten hunts and triumphs felt like shrouds, the gilded cornices a cruel mockery. Queen Emilia Clarke Holstein, at twenty-seven, found herself adrift in a sea of velvet and brocade, a prisoner in a cage of her own former privilege. Her daughter, Princess Emilia, barely a teenager, was tucked away in her own wing, shielded for now from the crumbling reality around them.Emilia, blonde hair like spun moonlight, paced before a window that looked out onto the city. Star City, as the Aeternum called it now, pulsed with a different rhythm. Not the old, languid heartbeat of court intrigue and merchant whispers, but a sharp, efficient thrum of purpose. Just weeks ago, the city’s markets had been a chaotic symphony of haggling and deceit, now they hummed with order, fairness, and the unforgiving logic of Aeternum’s Department

“President Mies,” she managed, dropping a stiff, formal curtsy. “Welcome to Star Queen Palace. It is… an honor to receive you.”The political dance had begun, a highly strategic maneuver designed not for temporary victory, but for Aeternum’s eternal stability. The Queen knew, standing before this powerful, efficient man, that her life, and the destiny of her realm, was about to be irrevocably changed.****************The mahogany doors of the Star City Queen Palace dining chamber were not merely heavy; they felt like the seals on a forgotten tomb. The air inside—stagnant, thick with the ghosts of ancient ceremony and the faint, sweet decay of unchecked wealth—was immediately offensive to my trained senses. I paused on the threshold, letting my eyes adjust to the low, heavily tasseled light.“President Mies,” Duke Valeric declared, his voice echoing nervously off the high, sculpted ceiling. “The private chamber awaits.”I gave a curt nod. Bina, my Chief Strategist, stepped in first, h

A deep sense of longing settled in the Princess’s expression. The contrast was vivid: the moldering stone of the Star Queen Palace now felt heavier, darker, surrounded by the promise of the incandescent, efficient world I offered.Queen Emilia didn’t speak, but her assessment was clear. She wasn't looking at a dictator anymore. She was looking at the architect of destiny, a man who offered a dazzling path out of the decay that had defined her entire life. And for the first time tonight, she looked not merely resigned to the idea of alliance, but genuinely interested in its terms.The culinary showcase had served its purpose. I had successfully introduced a taste of Aeternum—and the royal family had found it delicious.************The soft clink of silver on porcelain had been the most contentious sound of the evening, a gentle counterpoint to the polite, if somewhat strained, conversation that had blossomed between us. Queen Emilia Clarke, seated across the polished mahogany of the S