Semua Bab Traveller Of Two Worlds: Bab 2851 - Bab 2859

Finally, Emilia spoke again, softly. “Tomorrow, the wedding preparations begin.”“Yes,” Mies replied, voice steady but distant. “Tomorrow, two nations become one. And perhaps… two hearts learn to understand one another.”A faint smile touched her lips, both regal and human. “Let us hope so, President Mies.”When she left, the room fell quiet once more.Mies sat back down, eyes on the glowing Star Region. Outside, the faint murmur of the city reached him—workers, laughter, the rustle of peace.He whispered to himself, almost inaudibly,“Stability is the truest victory.”And for the first time that night, he allowed himself a rare, fragile smile.*****************Star City had never looked so alive.Every street, from the marble plazas to the narrow merchant lanes, was drenched in color and song. Ribbons of red, white, and gold fluttered in the wind—banners bearing the intertwined emblems of Aeternum’s rising sun and the Star Kingdom’s silver crest. Lanterns glowed from every window. C

Outside, as the night deepened, thunder rolled in the distance. A storm gathered over the plains, flashes of lightning illuminating the sky in streaks of white. From the palace balcony, Mies watched it unfold, the wind tugging at his coat.Beside him, Lt. Col. Selie reported,“Forecast says the storm will pass by morning, Sir.”Mies chuckled softly. “Good. Every new dawn deserves to begin clean.”He turned his gaze once more to the city below — streets alive with light, citizens singing in taverns, the promise of a new world humming in every alley.He whispered, almost to himself,“Tomorrow, we seal not a victory of arms… but of hearts. Stability, not conquest — that is the final triumph.”And as lightning flashed one last time, the Star Palace stood unshaken, gleaming in the night — awaiting the dawn of union that would reshape the world forever.****************The morning of the third day dawned bright and trembling with excitement. From the tallest spire of Star Palace, the horiz

That day became known across the continent as “The Day the Bells Never Stopped.”Music filled every corner of Star City. Processions of soldiers, teachers, engineers, and children paraded through the boulevards. Food stalls gave away free meals; dancers performed in the squares; fountains glowed with luminescent lights. For one day, there were no titles, no ranks — only citizens of a new world rejoicing together.Inside the palace, the Coronation Feast began — a grand affair filled with laughter and diplomacy. Foreign leaders toasted Mies and Emilia, the walls echoing with clinking glasses and polished words. But amid the splendor, Mies’ gaze occasionally drifted toward the city below, to the people who celebrated not as subjects, but as equals.Later, as the sun set and the last of the guests departed, the great hall grew quiet.The music softened to a gentle waltz, played only by a handful of musicians who remained. Under the dim amber light, Mies turned to Queen Emilia.“We’ve buil

That night, when the council dispersed and the halls fell silent, Mies walked alone to the balcony overlooking Star City. The skyline shimmered — glass towers rising beside restored marble domes, trains gliding like silver veins through the city’s heart. The streets were alive with lights and laughter.He rested his hands on the railing, letting the night air brush against his face.Far below, the people danced under the glow of electric lamps, their joy reflecting in every window.Behind him, Elijah appeared quietly. She said nothing — just stood beside him, sharing the view. Together, they watched the horizon as the first faint glimmer of dawn began to rise.Mies spoke softly, as though to himself.“Empires fade by the sword,” he said. “But civilizations… they endure through justice.”Elijah smiled, taking his hand. “Then let this be our beginning — not an empire of conquest, but an empire of reason.”The first rays of the new sun spread across Star City, bathing its towers and stre

“Aeternum Builds, the Star Region Rises.”Andrea stood close beside him, arms crossed. “You’ve built an empire that works, Mies. Not through fear… but through function.”Mies gave a small, weary smile. “Fear fades. Systems endure.”For a moment, they simply watched — husband and wife, leader and minister — as the city below pulsed with new life. The Star Region, once the seat of arrogance and cruelty, now thrummed with the sound of progress. The hum of turbines, the clang of steel, the hiss of steam — this was the sound of rebirth.And high above it all, illuminated by the last rays of sunset, the Aeternum flag rippled in the wind — no longer just a banner of conquest, but the mark of a civilization rewriting history in real time.*********************The Star Region no longer woke to the tolling of church bells or the barking orders of nobles.Now, it woke to the rhythmic chorus of machinery — cranes swinging in the morning haze, engines humming like a great metallic heartbeat acros