Book 1: Chapter 1

Book 1: Chapter 1

Two men strolled down the stone corridor of the royal palace in the Kingdom of Natra. They carried themselves with a certain dignity and prideeven their gait was refined. This was expected of these two longtime vassals of the kingdom.

One was a civil official. The other, a military officer. Though in separate spheres of influence, they were appointed around the same time and remained on friendly terms. In fact, theyd occasionally meet up at the palace to share a spirited discussion or two.

On this day, however, the hallway wasnt filled with their usual merry chatter, clouded instead by matching solemn looks.

There was only one reason for their gloom.

His Royal Majestys conditiondoesnt look too promising, the civil official croaked in a voice thick with emotion.

Shutting his eyes tightly, the military officer sighed. Well, with the weather wreaking havoc across the continentit must be particularly rough on His Royal Majesty, given his physical condition

Oh, the whims of the heavens! Ive heard other countries are in shambles from losing key decision makers.

You know, they say the Emperor himself has fallen ill. Thanks to that, the other royal courts have become dens of wily little devils.

The civil official sharply exhaled through his nose. Sure, he mightve managed to unite the Empire with his charisma, but they say the brighter the light, the darker the shadow becomes when it vanishes I guess this is all the more true since theyve yet to name a successor.

Well, our own kingdom isnt much different. But unlike them, we have hope in He trailed off as a figure appeared on the far side of the corridor.

No sooner had they confirmed his identity than they immediately stepped aside to salute. This was a rare sight indeed. Not many people in the palace warranted such a display.

Prince Wein. Good morning, Your Highness, they greeted in unison.

Standing before them was a young boy attended by a servant.

He was the crown prince of the Kingdom of Natra, Wein Salema Arbalest.

Oh, morning, he replied.

He was only sixteen years olda boy by most standardsbut hed just been appointed as the prince regent, tasked with running government affairs in place of the ailing king.

Whats with those cheerless expressions? Is it about my father?

The two reverently responded to Weins inquiry.

Yes, Your Highness, confirmed one.

Our deepest apologies. When we received word about His Royal Majestys condition, started another.

I see, Wein murmured quietly, placing his hands on their shoulders. Theres no need to worry any further. I am here.

They trembled lightly under his hands.

Besides, it isnt just me. We have so many vassals supporting Father all these years. If we join hands, Im certain we can overcome any national crisis.

Your Highness

Thats for certain.

He serenely smiled over the pair fervently nodding. There is no time to grieve. We cannot distract him from his recovery. Ill be expecting the two of you to step up and rise to the occasion.

Y-yes, Your Highness! they crooned.

As he bid them farewell and continued down the corridor with his servant, the two gazed after him until he was out of sight, then they sighed and melted into a puddle of complete admiration.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Oh, I just knew it. Our shining beacon of hope.

I couldnt agree more. Ive heard he was gifted from an early age, but hes shown so much growth since returning from his studies in the Empire. Hes already managed to stop chaos from erupting in the Imperial Court and is now working toward unifying the kingdoms vassals.

Heh, I bet the Empire will have a jealous fit when they hear this.

Let us throw more salt in the wound by further supporting His Highnesss endeavors.

Yes, of course.

The two nodded to each othergone were their previously dark expressions. In their hearts, they were already imagining a bright future for their kingdom in the princes hands.

At the very center of the royal palace was an office set aside for government affairs. Its heavy doors swung open to reveal Wein and his attendant as they stepped inside the room. It was strictly reserved for the king under normal circumstances. But things were far from that, and now Wein was using this room to conduct royal business.

He came to rest in front of a desk stacked with documents and papers. Ninym, confirm my schedule for today.

His aide was an inconceivably beautiful girl around the same age as Wein, with near-transparent white hair and blazing-red eyes.

In the morning, you are to check these reports and resolve any submitted disputes. In the afternoon, you are scheduled to attend a luncheon meeting and then three conferences, before paying His Royal Majesty a visit.

That means no one will come in here all morning?

Correct.

Ah, very good. Wein nodded to himself, and thenhe screamed at the top of his lungs.

LETS JUST SELL THIS COUNTRY OFF AND GET THE HELL OUTTA HEEEEEEEEEEERE! All that stuff about joining hands? Yeah, total BS! This countrys mess aint so easy to fix! Not. A. Chance! Were. Totally. Screwed!

There you go again, Ninym chided, unfazed by this sudden outburst. She let go of her stiflingly formal tone. Joking or not, you really shouldnt say those things out loud, Wein.

Its no joke, Ninym! Im totally serious!

Thats even worse, she said with a sigh.

Here was the successor of the Kingdom of Natra, the boy expected to save them allWein Salema Arbalest.

In reality, he was actually a no-good slacker. In fact, his least favorite words were duty, responsibility, and effort.

Ugh, youre always like this when youre out of the public eye At least try being a little more professional, please, she lamented.

Ninym Ralei had been at his side since childhood, and as his chief aide, she was one of the few blessed with knowing his true personality. Some would say it went against common sense to assign a young girl as the aide of an equally adolescent crown prince turned regent. Doubly so because he was dealing with national politics.

However, no one in the kingdoms royal court would ever dare say that was the casehalf out of fear of displeasing the crown prince whod appointed her, half due to her personal achievements and displays of skill.

Wein was able to speak so openly with her because theyd established a relationship with each other, founded on mutual trust and cooperation. This also made them brutally honest when no one else was around. Nonetheless, there was a reason Wein was spitting out these absurd complaints, something that went beyond his own disposition.

Hmm? Cmon, whats with the Little Miss Perfect attitude?! Ninym, you do realize this countrys dirt-poor, right?!

Dirt-poor is an exaggeration We simply have severe shortages of labor, resources, and capital. Thats all.

Yeah, thats what the rest of the world calls dirt-poor!

To backtrack, the Kingdom of Natra was one of the many countries on the continent of Varno. With a population just under five hundred thousand, it was considered a relatively small country.

Located at the northernmost tip of the continent, the kingdom experienced short springs and long winters. Not only that, but the majority of the countrys land was made up of barren rock and mountains.

Even though it boasted a long history, the country possessed limited resources and hardly any industry. In fact, the only thing it was really known for was its snowy landscapes, which brought in a handful of curious travelers every year. But to the average citizen, the bitter cold was more of a curse than a blessing.

Natra was a historic kingdom, but this was mostly due to its being such an unappealing target that other countries rarely looked its way, never mind actually invading. Its all thanks to wise and sensible rulers of the past that its managed to maintain any semblance of a proper country up until now.

All in all, it was a small, vulnerable nation with more than enough potential to be swept away at any moment.

And that was putting it lightly.

Our administration has no funds. And we dont have any industries to make any cash. We dont even have the military power to steal any from someone else. And anyone with half a brain ends up leaving the country in pursuit of better opportunities elsewhere! Now that Fathers ill and that storms brewin across the continent, Im stuck running the whole freakin countryyyy!!

Given all this, his complaining wasnt totally uncalled for. It was clearly a burden too heavy for a boy, especially one halfway through adolescence.

Not that there was anyone who could replace him.

Agh, whyd I have to be born a prince of this country? If only Id been born in a place with more resources, manpower, and funds You know what? Its hopeless! Were totally gonna get invaded. Maybe we can cut back on our resources Oh, but if we involve too much manpower, we might incite a coup

Oh, all right, enough with that doom and gloom. Here, get some work done. Ninym pressed a fat stack of documents under his nose as he continued to mutter his wild delusions.

Agh, he moaned in a haunting tone, giving the papers a quick glance before passing them back immediately. Looks good. Next.

Did you read through them? Properly?

Yeah, yeah, I read em. Every last word. It said you gained weight, and Ow!! You! Im pretty sure its considered improper to step on the princes foot!

Take your work more seriously if you want me to properly respect you. Also, I havent gained weight. Thank. You. Very. Much.

Whaaat? Hey now, this wont do, Ninym! No, not at all. Did you honestly think I wouldnt notice your footsteps getting heavier? I know your body hardly ever changes, but I know for a fact youve gained more than a pound since last week, and Hey, quit it, stupid! Cut that out! Dont twist my ar GWAAAAAAA?!

Would you like to explore just how far your joints bend? Or will you do your work?

II would very much like to work, please!

Very well, then. And for the record, I havent gained any weight. Am I clear?

Yesm. He caved.

Ninym was the only one in the kingdom who could kick his butt into shape.

Agh! I cant take this anymore. All I want is to be left alone with my mountain of gold coins, tease you, and live the easy life. Is that so much to ask?

Just as Wein stretched out across his desk to grumble further, a knock came from the office door. He bolted upright in a start as the door opened with a heavy clack.

It was a young girl.

Are you in here, Wein?

She certainly looked a bit younger than Ninym and Wein. As she flitted around the room, her summery dress and black hair danced around her. She embodied loveliness.

Certain parts of her face bore a striking resemblance to Weins. Well, that much was to be expected. After all, she was Falanya Elk Arbalest, the younger sister of Wein Salema Arbalest

In other words, the princess.

Oh, its you, Falanya. Whats up? Making it seem as if hed just finished a long bout of work, Wein casually straightened up and lifted his face out of the papers before him.

Um, its not anything important really. Its just Youve just been so busy lately, Wein. Weve hardly had the chance to talk, confessed Falanya, looking up at him with hope in her glistening eyes. Am I bothering you?

As if. Wein smiled. Any big brother who thinks that is a failure of a sibling. Come over here.

Her face lit up as she rushed over to Wein and hopped onto his knee.

G-geez Falanya, I know I said come over here, but this is hardly proper.

I dont see how that could be. This has been my spot since forever. She giggled, rubbing her cheek against his chest like an affectionate little pet.

Wein found his mouth relaxing into a goofy grin, but he reined it in whenever Falanya looked up at him. Meanwhile, Ninym scribbled something on a piece of paper for his eyes only: Sister complex.

Drop it, he scrawled.

Falanya tilted her head at him curiously. Is there something wrong, Wein?

Oh, no, its nothing. I was just thinking youre so light compared with a certain someone.

Now, now. Its not very nice to compare peoples weights.

Ha-ha, youre right. Im sorry, Wein said with a laugh, looking straight at Ninym.

Im gonna kill you.

Aaaaand he was just gonna pretend he didnt see that last one.

Im so relieved, Falanya said with a sigh. I was afraid youd be upset with me for getting in the way.

Wein?

Oh, well, yeah, Ive been at it nonstop. Right, Ninym?

Why, yes. Of course In fact, just before Your Highnesss arrival, Wein said he was displeased with the amount of work Id given him. I think he insisted I give him more. Without missing a beat, Ninym whipped out a mountain of paperwork from an undisclosed location and dropped it on his desk. I, Ninym Ralei, am in awe of Your Highnesss tireless dedication to his duties as a regent.

Oh my. Well, thats Wein for you.

Right?! Its only natural as a prince! Wein chuckled with confidence while shooting Ninym the most damning glare.

She feigned ignorance.

But you wont have much free time for a while, will you, Wein?

Yeah. The vassals have helped keep the royal court under control for the most part, but there are still problems in the kingdom. Ill be busy until we can find a solution Im sorry. The truth is, Id really love to play with you.

Theres no reason to apologize, consoled Falanya, shaking her head. Her voice grew anxious. But promise you wont push yourself too hard. If you collapsed like Father Oh, I dont know what Id do

Dont worry. I may look scrawny, but I wont go down easy. And youre wrong if you think you cant help out.

What can I do?

Its not difficult: Just keep on smiling. He poked at her full cheeks. As long as you keep that up, Falanya, Father and I will be just fine. This is your special power.

Really?

Of course. I never lie to you Mostly Usually Yeah, well, Im telling the truth now.

Sois this good? She gave him a small smile, and he nodded sincerely with satisfaction.

Wow, yeah, Im feeling better already. But I think a hug would make it even better.

Hee-hee-hee. Oh, youre so silly. Whee! She giggled, jumping into his arms. Hows this?

Wow, thats perfect. I think I can power right through my work this afternoon. Todays a big day, so youre really helping me out.

Oh, that makes me so happy But whats so important about today? Falanya tilted her face to look up at him as she continued to hold on to him tightly.

I have a meeting with the Imperial ambassador.



The Earthworld Empire was a large nation located on the eastern half of the Varno continent.

Blessed with a temperate climate and fertile lands, it was rich in mineral resources, and it boasted access to fisheries in one of the largest, most prized lakes on the continent. The Empire was abundant with essentially everything.

For that reason, it also had a long history of suffering foreign invasions, essentially since its founding. To fend them off, the Empire focused its efforts on military development, and before anyone had time to realize, it had become the strongest nation on the continent. When the current emperor rose to power, he consolidated those forces to occupy neighboring nations one by one. The continent was close to being unified under one leader for the first time in history.

At least, that was the case until the day the Emperor collapsed.

And that concludes my report on Crown Prince Wein Salema Arbalest.

Thank you. In a room of the building provided for her, Fyshe Blundell emitted a small sigh as the aide wrapped up her report.

Fyshe looked to be in her midtwenties, and her winning feature was her flowing blond hair, which framed her stunning face. But woe to anyone who thought beauty was all there was to her. She was presently residing in the Kingdom of Natra as an Imperial ambassador of the Empire.

Hmm, I suppose the rumors are true: Hes wise and benevolent.

Yes, hes been acknowledged domestically and internationally as the rightful heir to the throne. Even his recent appointment to regent went largely unopposed.

Im jealous, especially seeing how our own nation has been turned completely upside down. That aside, its unfortunate we havent been able to properly meet until today.

Well, you relocated to Natra when you became the ambassador, right as he left to pursue his studies in the Empire.

Yes, Fyshe had first been assigned to the Kingdom of Natra several years prior. Through persistent negotiations, shed built a decent relationship with the king over the years. But now, the situation had completely changed.

I wonder how the crown prince will come at us today?

Hell likely get straight to the point He cant afford not to. Ive no doubt hell bring up the Imperial troops stationed here.

But their plan fell through when the Emperor become ill.

Right. The Imperial Courts a mess: Theyre losing control over their conquered territories and putting out the embers of an inevitable internal rebellion on their own. To buy themselves time, they have to play nice with small, weak countries like us.

But hes recovered now I dont understand. They have no obligation to help restructure our army, especially now. I mean, theyd be intentionally strengthening a potential enemy. Or maybe theyre planning to crush us the moment after we manage to grow only slightly strongermeow.

Wein nodded. They know that even if we attack them, theyll be able to handle us with force. But thats not really what theyre after. To the Empire, were nothing but a foothold: Their real endgame is conquering the West. Think about it. What does a country need to gain control of a continent?

What, you ask? Well, funds, food, equipment, and She trailed off and gasped. Her eyes flew wide-open, and she looked at him incredulously.

He flashed a quick grin. You got it. Fyshe Blundells aim is

Train Natra soldiers to serve in our Imperial troops?!

Thats right.

Meanwhile, Fyshe was nodding and exchanging words with her aide in another room.

Youve heard the good news of His Imperial Majesty the Emperors recovery, right? Im sure well advance into the West again. When the time comes, well be glad to have more soldiers.

At first glance, this exchange seems to place the burden solely on the Empire. But since the kingdom is practically destined to become part of the Empire, think of the military instruction and financial contribution as an early investment. We have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

Please wait, the aide objected. I must ask something before we move forward. What assurance do we have that they wont bare their fangs at us?

It was a perfectly reasonable question, but Fyshed already prepared an answer. He wont strike at the Empire. His proposal is proof of that. Say their soldiers grew to rival the Empires. Do you really believe wed lose?

Of course not. It would beimpossible. Were much too strong.

Precisely. He seems to understand this. You might ask: Whats the meaning behind his proposal? To ingratiate himself to his army? No, nothing that superficial. It was a calculated move to protect his people.

What do you mean?

He was probably aware of the Emperors recovery, meaning he foresaw our strategy to continue our march into the West. What would happen to Natra then? They have only two options: fight or surrender diplomatically. Either choice would be their final act as a sovereign nation. In that case, which one would be better?

The aides eyes widened. He proposed this to avoid falling under our complete control?!

Yes. I mean, Natras a pitifully small country that the Empire could easily polish off. If some high official in the Empire was after military exploits, an invasion of the kingdom is entirely possible. But this is a totally different story if their soldiers are positioned to join our army.

So hes moving toward a diplomatic solution to form an allegiance This will avoid needlessly spilling the blood of his citizens. And things will go smoothly for the both of us if we dont resort to military forcefewer lingering grudges and less aggression.

In other words, hes appealing to his people and the provisional government by positioning this arrangement as an advantage. At the same time, hes laying the groundwork for a smooth transition, knowing theyre destined to join the Empire I must say, Im impressed.

In spite of herself, Fyshe admired his strategy, his quiet stoicism during the meeting, and the ingenuity of his grand plan. The fact that this was coming from a sixteen-year-old kid made it all the more frightening.

She didnt know how hed respond when Natra was annexedbut if he stepped down from power, shed welcome him to the Empire with open arms.

Well, she did have one concern.

Is this his only goal?

She accepted this plan when she saw an advantage. But he must have seen this coming, seeing that everything was going according to his plan.

Was it some sort of setup?

I left nothing to chance. I crushed every gap and loophole. Itd be impossible to fall into a trap Im sure of it.

But there was still a lingering sense of what-if.

Wein Salema Arbalest might possess more knowledge than shed imagined.

I hate to admit it But I cant deny hes very competent.

She couldnt rule out any possibilities, so she knew she needed to keep a sharp eye out for him and kept the image of Wein lingering in the back of her mind.

Well, its not a trap!

What are you going on about all of a sudden?

I just figured theyre probably jumping at shadows right now.

Ninym flashed a dubious look at Wein, and he placated her, signaling Dont worry about it with his eyes.

Anyway, you know why they went along with my conditions, right?

Yeah.

But your expressions telling me otherwise.

I dont agree with your reasoning, Ninym emphasized in dissatisfaction. Even if youre successful in receiving aid from the Empire, youve just sealed our fate! Were heading toward our demise. She hesitated. Do you really plan on surrendering?

Sure, thats the plan Hey, hold itdont twist my arm.

Ninym had wordlessly clawed into him.

You should know! You were with me during my time in the Empire. Theyre ridiculously strong: Defying them would only result in bloodshed. Besides, I watched how they operate. They werent so bad, yknow? Sure, itll raise some concerns when we become their territory. But well adapt soon enough.

And how do you truly feel?

With this, I can say good-bye to this annoying-ass job and YEOOOOOW MY ARM, MY ARM, MY ARM?!

Im sure you can do it, Wein. You can stand against the Empire.

Nah, sounds like a pain UWAAAAAH, MY ARM SHOULDNT BEND THAT WAY!

She made him writhe and scream for a little while longer before dropping his arm and accepting defeat, turning her back toward him.

If you hate it so much, betray me, he whispered soothingly. Kill me, and this will go up in smoke. Hey, Ninym, my heart, you listening to this?

You know your heart wouldnt do that to you.

No matter how much she cried out or protested or disagreed with his decisions, she would never defy them in the end. Her ancestors had taken a vow of absolute loyalty when they first came to this country and began to serve the royal family.

Oh, dont sulk now. I get that youre feeling reluctant, but all countries disappear sooner or later. We just happen to be next in line.

Will our troops really accept this?

Im sure theyll be upset at first. But well convince them were biding our time to plan a counterattack or something. Once they see the Empires strength for themselves, Im sure their urge to revolt will subside. And when the time finally comes, theyll be ready to pledge allegiance to the Empire, and all our government positions will be reassigned, allowing me to take my money and live the good life! Its the perfect plan, if I do say so myself!

I hope it fails.

He chuckled in high spirits. Dont you know schemes are my forte? Just you wait. Also, youre forgetting something, Ninym.

Meow.

Good girl.

She sighed even deeper in the face of her masters hubris.

Despite Ninyms wishes, Weins predictions were coming true one after the other. Yes, there was some opposition among the soldiers to receiving instruction from the Imperial troops, but the military began carrying out his plans after he insisted they follow his lead.

The results were dramatic. Utilizing the doctrine and wealth of the most powerful nation on the continent, the Kingdom of Natras armed forces rapidly grew in strength.

At the three-month mark, their troops were more powerful than theyd ever been.

Yep, things are goin my way! Wow, its hard being right all the freakin time!

The new and improved Wein was in a fine mood. His office had once been a hub for angry grumbling, complaining, and wallowing in self-pity, but itd since transformed into a place where he could be heard humming a peppy tune on any given day.

Your efforts to bolster our strength appear to be going well, admitted Ninym, who was next to him. She still didnt look entirely convinced, but she acknowledged the results nonetheless. But someone will get the better of you if youre arrogant and careless.

Oh, come on, Ninym. Who could possibly pull the rug out from under me now? Barring some major natural disaster crippling the entire continent, the rests all procedural stuff. Im ready to think about what Ill do with my retirement.

Seriously She gazed at him in weary discontent as he prattled on and on about traveling around the continent.

But he was interrupted by a sharp knock from the office window. Perched on the ledge, a bird with a cylindrical object attached to its leg was repeatedly bashing the pane with its beak.

It was one of Ninyms messenger birds.

She opened the window to untie the missive from its leg. We have urgent news from our spies in the Empire.

Urgent news? What, has the emperor suddenly decided to deploy his troops or something?

Let me see As she consulted the contents of the letter, the blood was sapped out of her face. The Emperor has died.

Wha? Wein blinked.

The office was strangely silent.

They locked eyes, but every other part of their body was frozen in place. They must have looked like a pair of lambs tossed onto a deserted field.

S-s-s-somehow I feel like I heard something heinous, but no, its probablyno, most likelyno, most DEFINITELY a mistake, so read it again, Ninym, just to be safe What did it say? he sputtered.

The Emperor of Earthworld has died.

Wein buried his face in his hands and looked up at the ceiling. I see So the Emperor died, he finally vocalized, testing it out on his tongue.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAA?! He died?! Died?! The guy freakin up and DIED?! But wait, I thought they said he recovered or whatever! Hey, what the hell is goin on here?!

His condition had taken a turn for the worse, so he was resting as much as he could. But this appears to be rathersudden.

C-could it be some kind of mistake?!

Theyve already made an official announcement within the Empire They could have kept it under wraps, but I imagine there were some political dealings going on within the Imperial Court.

NOOOOOOOO! he yelped, frantically tearing at his hair. Th-this is bad. This is very bad. Wait, hold on. What about our deal? Lets see, uh, if the Emperor dies, that means Natra isis

He was interrupted once again by a violent knock on the door, which flew open as a panicked messenger stumbled in.

Pardon me, Prince Wein! It seems the Empires troops have begun to move out!

Whaaaaaaaaat?! By some strange miracle or perverse luck, he managed to stop his screams from blasting out of his mouth.

Not that the messenger took any notice of Weins inner turmoil. He hurriedly continued with his report. We believe theyre heading toward the eastern border! Their destination is unknown! Commander Raklum wishes to know if he should pursue!

Weins thoughts raced around and around as he listened: The Emperors untimely death. Imperial troops approaching the border. The two were clearly connected.

Then the next person up is

His premonition soon came true.

Please wait! I will mediate this!

Imperial Ambassador, please stay back!

I beg of you! Theres no time!

There was a scuffle on the other side of the open door. He could hear a group of people arguing back and forth as one voice grew more and more shrill and insistent. Ninym subtly attempted to stand between Wein and the door, blocking the way with her hands.



He could already guess who was about to appear in front of them.

Your Highness!

Of course, Fyshe Blundell was the one stomping around and pushing past the guards.

She immediately knelt before Wein. I understand it is impudent of me to cause such a commotion in your palace! However, I must speak with you immediately!

I hear your soldiers are moving toward the border, muttered Wein, shooting an icy glance in her direction. The Empire has every right to do so. But why wasnt this discussed earlier? Was I wrong to assume we were committed to forging good relations?

But its not like I can say aaaaaaaanything else!

You would never guess from his composure that Wein was writhing in agony inside.

I get it! Im panicking, too! But she cant just come bursting in here! Oh, come on! Itll be impossible to talk in secret with everyone else in the room! If we were alone, I could have gone along with her plan or something!

The messenger, the guards, Ninymtheir eyes bored into Wein and Fyshe as everyone waited with bated breath.

Please accept my sincerest apologies! I promise we have no ill intentions!

Well, why else would they be on the move?

We received an order from the homeland. Our troops are to report back as quickly as possible.

And what might be the reason for this order?

Fyshe hesitated, worried about discussing sensitive information here.

But she needed to reveal this information to convince others around her.

She admitted: Its because His Imperial Majesty the Emperorhas crossed the great divide

This confession rippled through the room, echoing and ricocheting again and again.

How could this happen? With her head bowed low, her heart was heavy with great torment and affliction.

The reason for this reaction wasnot the Emperors death. It wasnt even the reckless actions of their troops. No, it was her regret for failing to see through Weins plan.

The Emperor had many loyal followers and servants, and while Fyshe had her own agenda, she counted herself among them. This devotion was why this entire situation was so unexpected. In fact, to be completely honest, shed actively avoided thinking about the possibility: What would become of them if the Emperor passed away right while they were helping make Natras troops stronger?

But he didnt revere our emperor the same way. Hed planned for this to happen the entire time!

With the exception of forcible military occupation, it was normal for stationed troops to withdraw and report back to their homeland in the face of domestic strife. This was doubly true if they were on friendly terms with the nation in question.

As part of the Department of Foreign Affairs, Fyshe couldnt stop it from happening. It wouldnt do much good. Aside from appealing to the troops directly, she was in no position to give orders and lacked the authority to stop them from returning home.

But this left behind a whole army of soldiers in Natra, fully trained and funded by the Empire. They couldnt possibly be integrated into the Imperial army until things settled down.

I was so preoccupied by our advance to the West, but he was considering each and every scenario.

She couldnt deny Weins intuition and skill. She had lost. As frustration and admiration mixed and swirled together in her heart, Fyshe began to ponder. What was he thinking? What kind of brilliance flickered behind those cold eyes?

Shed never guess the answer: Oh, hell no! They toooooootally think I pulled a fast one over the Empire!!

But she was better off not knowing what was flailing inside of him.

We have no intention of invading the Kingdom of Natra. Our goal is to swiftly return to our homeland. Please allow our troops to withdraw. It is out of respect for the Emperor, she begged, bowing her head.

If this prince was foolish, hed use this as an opportunity to shoot their troops from behind.

Understood. Please accept my deepest condolences for your loss and relay this message to your loyal officers and soldiers. If they must immediately report home to the Empire, we will not interfere.

You have my gratitude.

Its a shame well have to end this training halfway through, but I assume there are important matters that must be dealt with. I hope peace will settle onto your lands as soon as possible.

Thank you.

As news of the Emperors passing traversed the continent, it left behind a great sense of unease among the various nationsalongside ambition and a desire to use this to their advantage.

It has been said that on this day, a mournful wailing echoed through the royal palace, but no detailed records of this incident remain. WHY MEEEEEEE?!