Book 1: Chapter 3

Book 1: Chapter 3

Aghhhhhhhhhhh Sprawled out across his desk, Wein made a big show of exhaling the gloomiest, ghastliest sigh he could manage.

Ninym was standing beside him. Back from the battlefield, they werent wearing armor anymore.

Normally, she pushed Wein in some way or another to get work done whenever he slacked off, but today was different.

This could be a problem, she whispered.

Wein wasnt the only one frowning. Ninyms eyebrows were furrowed, too.

I finally understand what you were trying to say before I left, she whispered.

As he looked quizzically at her, she reminded him of the other day. You told me it wasnt a good idea to win by too much.

We should launch a counterattack! shouted a commanding officer, giving voice to the thoughts of everyone else in the meeting room. Marden attacked us first. Now that we defeated them, their eastern region is wide open! We can seize a huge swathe of their territory!

It was the night after their decisive victory in the Polta Wasteland. The war council gathered to decide on a new objective moving forward, and the officers all had lofty ambitions.

I agree. Our soldiers sustained minimal damage. And because we won in such a short period of time, we wont run out of resources anytime soon.

Weve also gathered the provisions Marden left behind. Our soldiers stomachs might actually explode from eating too much.

The war council roared with laughter.

They were all relaxed, giddy and joking after their recent success. It could even be said that they were getting cocky, but it was understandable: Theyd been considered outcasts for decades. Now they were basking in victory and glory. These officers were only human, after all.

On top of that, they had been on the defense this time, meaning their victory wasnt very sweet. War was largely synonymous with gaining territory or goods, so it made sense that theyd wanted to escalate to considering invasion.

However, there was one person who didnt share this sentiment.

Quit screwing arooooooound! Seated at the head of the table, Wein was in a mood that was the polar opposite of the others. Marching out without a solid game plan is way too risky!

The Polta Wasteland was within their territory, so they had a detailed map of it. They could study how the roads connected, the layout of rivers and mountains, the general terrain, and where nearby towns and villages were located beforehand. This preparation facilitated their advances and allowed them to make trips to replenish their supplies.

However, that wouldnt be the case inside Marden. While the war council was armed with a simple map of enemy territory, its precision was worlds away from the one of their own country. They would have to face phantom villages, unpassably deep rivers with unknown tides, roads that had fallen into disrepair, etc. These were all within the realm of possibility.

While a lone traveler could probably make the journey somehow or other, it would cost too much time and effort for a group of thousands to make a wrong turn. Not to mention, if they didnt make enough progress, their morale would fall. It was very likely their missions to replenish supplies would be delayed, or their resources would run out altogether. Meanwhile, the Marden army would have fresh, well-provisioned troops ready to go. It was an all-around bad idea.

But I cant say that noooooooow!

If there had been obvious losses to both sides in the last battle, the commanding officers would have readily agreed to Weins request. But hed look spineless and totally clueless about the art of war if he was to suggest conservative action now. There was no doubt their loyalty would come crashing down like an avalanche. Next stop: coup.

Ive got to have someone else stop them!

He was desperate, but he couldnt have Ninym do it. Even now, she was right behind him taking notes, but she was only his aide, after all. Though hed temporarily put her in charge of his subordinates, what he needed at the moment was on an entirely different playing field. And she had no power to speak here.

That left only one candidate. Wein looked at Raklum sitting a few seats away. Raklum! Hey, psst, Raklum! he tried his very best to communicate with telepathy.

Raklum noticed Wein, who was about to bore a hole into him from staring so intently. He responded with a look: Yes, what is it?

Wein pleaded with his eyes. This war councils headed down a bad road. Jump in and somehow calm them down! his eyes said.

I see. Please consider the message received, Your Highness, Raklums eyes replied.

Fortunately, Raklum was adept at reading minds.

Commander Raklum, may we ask for your thoughts?

Im begging you! Weins eyes silently yelled.

Please leave it to me, Raklums eyes reassured. He gave a small nod and spoke. No time to rest. We have no choice but to attack immediately!

Not even clooooooose, you freakin idiot!

Wein mentally tackled Raklum.

Why the hell are you on their side?! Stop smilin at me! God, I swear I can hear your thoughts. I did it, Your Highness! Im cutting your next paycheck, ya spineless pushover!

The officers were all caught up in the potential of an invasion. Even if Wein objected, there was just no way he could reverse this. No, that was absolutely not an option. But there was another approach.

I didnt want to have to do this, but no use whining about it now!

Everyone, I understand your opinions, Wein affirmed.

The officers in the room stopped moving. The air that had been stirring a moment before was now still. All eyes turned on him.

Hagal, Wein called out to the old man sitting next to him. Now that weve won, you understand how everyone might be pushing to exploit this opportunity. But seeing as I have no experience, its difficult for me to determine whether we should march forward despite lacking a definitive plan or if thatll ultimately be too much of a burden on the soldiers. I want to hear your professional opinion.

Understood Hagal nodded reverently. Our stamina wears thin all too quickly. Once the lingering taste of victory is gone, our men will find themselves heavy with fatigue. When that happens, theyll still be able to make the return trip home, but their knees will give out if we command them to immediately mount an invasionespecially one with no real goal.

Hmph

Ngh

Looks of sour displeasure appeared on the commanding officers faces, one by one. After all, someone just stopped their exciting new plan in its tracks. But they knew better than to carelessly defy Hagal, who had far more experience on the battlefield than they did.

Everythings going good so far!

Wein could feel the officers starting to waver and introduced a new question to support his case. Well then, should we consider withdrawing?

It would have been nice if Hagal said they could, but it was unlikely. And as Wein predicted, the old man shook his head.

Theres no doubt this is a golden opportunity. Wed be fools to let it pass us by That said, we cant invade without aim or strategy. Its of utmost importance that we fully understand our soldiers physical and mental limitations, then focus on a clear target.

Any objections? Wein asked.

The commanding officers said nothing.

Excellent. I have one proposal as an offshoot of Hagals opinion. Through squinted eyes, he carefully examined the map spread out on the table. As you know, this area is not blessed with much of anything, by any means. But we can say the same exact thing about Marden as a whole. In fact, eastern Marden has very few places of strategic merit. Based on our military strength, if theres any location worth storming

He jabbed a spot on the map: Mardens eastern mountains. It never held much value until recent years, when it became one of their most valuable assets.

its the Jilaat gold mine. If were going to target anything, its this.

A loud commotion tore through the room. Everyone turned to face him with outwardly confused expressions, but on the inside, Wein smiled at this 180-degree reversal of events.

Thats it. Thats the reaction I was looking for. No matter how you go about it, going after the gold mine is totally illogical!

It wasnt an exaggeration to call the gold mine a national treasure. In fact, it might have been more important than the royal capital. Wein hadnt researched it in detail, but there was no questioning the tight security measures Marden must have put in place. Accepting a proposal to attack the mine would force the Natra army to invade a place without sufficient intelwhile still reeling from the aftereffects of the last battle. It didnt matter if it was theoretically a good strategic move. Such an attack was the height of recklessness, wastefulness, and impulsivity.

Of course, Wein knew all this. He brought up this plan to make his audience consider the fact that the advance itself might be meaningless.

The officers were thinking something along these lines:

The gold mines impossible. If were gonna attack, it has to be somewhere else. But where? Are there any other places in the eastern sector just as valuable?

Nope. Nope, there arent. Theres nothing but the gold mine.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

After this grand suggestion, the alternatives paled in comparison. Even if they managed to capture a small fort or village, wouldnt it be worthless compared with a gold mine? When they realized that, Wein knew for sure that would deflate his commanding officers and their eagerness to invade.

This is gonna lower their opinion of me somewhat, but its not so illogical that they cant forgive me for making this mistake! Thats a price Im willing to payas long as we withdraw.

Everything was going according to plan. In his mind, Wein was already striking a victory pose.

Your Highness, interjected one of the officers with a stern look. Wein suspected he was racking his brain, trying to figure out how to convince Wein that his plan was ridiculously reckless. Not wanting his subordinate to lose face, Wein considered how best to seem as though he was very impressed by the officers inevitable admonition for his foolish plan whenI am in awe of your intellect.

Huh? Wein blinked in surprise at these completely unexpected words.

The Jilaat gold mine Yes, its exactly as His Highness says. We should make this our target, another one agreed.

I must say, Im utterly amazedto think His Highness had discerned that wed been secretly planning to take the Jilaat gold mine for ages! confessed another.

Huh?

According to the latest reports, the gold mine is in a vulnerable state. There are fewer than a thousand soldiers stationed there. Were already verifying the route the troops will take.

Theres no such thing as certainty in war, but this is worth the risk.

While weve been celebrating our victory, His Highness had the good sense to weigh the actual feasibility of putting a plan into action. As your vassal, I am humbled.

Go on, Your Highness. Give us the order to march!

Let us go attack the Jilaat gold mine!

Long live the prince!

Long live the prince!

Long live the prince!

Ninym, help.

She calmly smiled. Sorry, no can do.

And that was how the Kingdom of Natra decided it would launch an attack on Marden.

We wouldve been able to stop them if wed won by anything less than overwhelming victory, Wein moaned lazily.

If Id been able to capture the enemy leader instead of kill him, we could have held postwar discussions or requested a way to reconcile our differences Im sorry, Wein, she apologized.

I mean, he rejected your offer to surrender, didnt he? Dont worry about it.

Youre right.

The real problem is the next step. First, we make sure the intelligence on the gold mine isnt a ploy, he started.

And then review our supply lines and maintain the soldiers morale as best we can, she continued.

In the grand finale, we steal the gold mine before Marden has a chance to stop us.

Easier said than done.

Though theyd come up with appropriate steps, this would be their second battle, back-to-back. Theyd trip up at some point. But that might give everyone a dose of reality and be enough reason to withdraw. At least, that was Weins line of thinking, and Ninym was on the same page.

Or that was supposed to be the plan.

We ended up capturing it, huh?

We did, indeed.

The two turned their heads to look outside the window.

Against the dark backdrop of glittering stars, a large shadow pierced the heavens: the Jilaat gold mine. Itd been Mardens main source of income, but now it was occupied by Natra. Ninym and Wein were currently in a room of a residence at the foot of the mine.

Had no idea the guards would be total wimps, he offered.

They were surprisingly weak They ran away after one minor attack.

The people running this place must have embezzled some money out of their budget. Their king should really keep his eye on these things

Yeah. That aside, we have to think about what to do next.

Yeah, I guess so

Together, Wein and Ninym groaned at their growing list of problems.

Anyone who mentioned Elythro Palace in the Kingdom of Marden to anyone would hear the same thing: It had been built as a physical testament to Mardens newfound wealth.

King Fyshtarre was so pleased with this extra income that he ordered the palace to be built by the most renowned craftsmen from the most luxurious materials in the world. He liberally poured a river of cash into its construction. Everyone expected it to be a magnificent palace, destined to go down in history.

Unfortunately, there was one bad apple mixed in this group of first-rate craftsmen, resources, and funds. That was the hopeless anomaly of a third-rate king.

Its said everyone has at least one good trait. It was still a mystery which of King Fyshtarres traits could be considered good, but as this incident would come to show, it definitely didnt lie in the arts.

With his absolute political authority, the king stuffed his amateurish knowledge of architectureas nonexistent as some crumbling old coinand questionable aesthetic into a blueprint and proudly thrust it at the craftsmen in charge.

The artisans took his childishly simple designs and combined all their skill and persuasion to pacify the king. They managed to change it into something presentable, at the very least. And while they werent necessarily proud of the final result, they had certainly proved their talent to their peers.

That said, even the most talented artists have a limit to what they can achieve. The final layout made it difficult for people to come and go, the interior design was terribly mismatched, and there was a general lack of uniformity in its furnishings. Anyone with even the slightest intellect could tell it was both functionally and aesthetically lacking.

The only saving grace was that King Fyshtarre wasnt the sharpest tool in the shed and that his servants were wise enough not to point out any of these deficiencies. He was an emperor with no clothes, contently and obliviously reclining on his garish throne inside his perfect palace.

But this peaceful scene would disappear just a few days later.

This is bad; oh, what a mess, muttered a voice down the hallway.

Everyone agreed the western corridor of Elythro Palace was pointlessly long. Through this excessively lengthy path, a man in his prime briskly hurried forward.

He was round. Like, roly-poly round. His legs were short, and his arms were, too. His face was round, his belly was round, and he looked as if he would roll around nicely if you punted him.

His name was Jiva. He was a diplomat of the Kingdom of Marden and one of the countrys very few long-standing retainers.

Ive got to hurry! Mumbling over and over to himself, Jiva finally arrived at the reception hall with a pale face.

The entire room was intricately designedfrom the corners of the walls to the shadows of the pillars. It was conspicuously extravagant even by Elythro Palace standards. And of course, it was King Fyshtarres favorite room, meaning this was where they had all their morning meetings. The emergency meeting on this day was no different.

Whats the meaning of this?! roared a voice, reverberating through the hall and paralyzing those it reached. Those insects of Natra have gone and stolen the Jilaat gold mine?!

A long table was set in the center of the room, where Mardens chief retainers gathered around it. In the middle of it, the king of Marden, Fyshtarre, was beet red, jeering at them. He was impressively obese. Jivas physique may have run in his family, but the king was fat because hed removed the word moderation from his vocabulary.

Right now, anything in his field of vision had the potential of becoming the next target of his rage. Jivas appearance belied a cleverness that he put to good use: He continued through the shadows of the pillars and knelt behind someones chair.

Master Midan, sorry Im late!

This elderly man was known as Midan, the minister of foreign affairs. In other words, Jivas superior.

You must have been very busy to be late, Jiva.

Im terribly sorry. My meeting with the ambassador ran long.

Hmph. Youve heard, havent you?

Yes, Jiva replied.

Good. Stand back for now.

Following his orders, Jiva bowed and placed himself in a corner of the hall.

The next voice that rang through the hall wasnt King Fyshtarres, oddly enough.

My king, your anger is justified.

It was the voice of the man sitting nearby King FyshtarreHolonyeh. It might have been difficult to imagine from his hunched back, withered frame, and eerie, twisted smile, but he was the minister of finance.

Tch, backstabber Jiva mentally clicked his tongue.

Whenever the minister opened his mouth, he gave off an unpleasantness that didnt just affect Jiva. In fact, the faces of most people in the room soured and scrunched.

At this rate, the situation will only continue to deteriorate We must quickly draw up plans on how to deal with this.

Thats a rather self-important thing to say, Midan spoke up. Lord Holonyeh, the management of the gold mine, including its security, was entrusted entirely to you. It hardly seems appropriate for you to make such remarks, especially after weve been robbed of a crucial resource Do you intend to obfuscate your responsibility for whats happened?

The daunting glint in Midans eyes wouldve stopped anyone younger and less experienced in their tracks. He wasnt about to forgive anyone who tried to smooth talk their way out of trouble. But Holonyeh was equally formidable and not in the least perturbed.

It would be wrong to say it was stolen without a fight, Lord Midan. According to the reports, each of the guards valiantly accepted Natras challenge and fulfilled their duty.

Then how was it stolen?

Holonyeh gave an uncanny smile. Yes, yes, but alas, if only General Urgio hadnt been defeated so easily. Then this wouldnt have happened. He switched gears and feigned ignorance. Come to think of it, I believe the trueborn Mahdia are the ones in charge of appointing generals. You know, I think they were the ones who recommended General Urgio. Honestly, those who are good-for-nothing always cause others trouble. Wouldnt you agree?

Why you

To backtrack, the current retainers serving the Marden hailed from two different factions.

The first was the Mahdia, the one Jiva belonged topeople born in Marden, raised in Marden, and chosen to serve Marden. Of course, internal discord was present within the group, but as a whole, they were unflinchingly loyal to their kingdom.

The second faction was the Stella. They were born elsewhere but allowed to take positions of power due to their skills and talents. Overall, their loyalty to the nation was weak, as they were mostly lured to the country by a high salary.

In recent years, the friction between the two groups had grown increasingly malicious. Before then, the number of Stella was too low for them to organize themselves into a faction.

As to what caused this rapid changeindeed, it was the discovery of the gold mine. Ever since, the royal palace had been turned upside down. Until then, Marden had been a poor, insignificant little country. Theyd gotten used to getting by on limited funds, but the goddess of good fortune paid them an unexpected visit. Not a single person understood why.

That was about the same time a group of sharp-eyed foreign bureaucrats appeared, with Holonyeh at the helm. They brought their experience and success of managing government affairs in other nations, telling King Fyshtarre they could put his sudden windfall to good use.

But these sly old foxes were better versed in stirring up political conflict, and duping the nervous country bumpkin of a king was more than easy. He appointed each of these newcomers to a high-ranking position one by one, and they wielded their power to their full potential. Their management of the gold mine maximized profits and pleased King Fyshtarre so much that he put even more foreigners in positions of power.

Of course, this didnt amuse the Mahdia in the slightest as the influence of the Stella grew more and more each day.

For the Stella, the others were an eyesore, placing such importance on being native-born. With this, their factional fighting had already gone past the point of no return.

Oh, why did we have to let the Mahdia have their way back then? Holonyeh continued. You know none of this wouldve happened if wed left it to General Draghwood, dont you? From my perspective as a loyal retainer and patriot of Marden, its nothing short of a disgrace.

Youre saying youre one of the nations loyal retainers?

Of course. Im proud to say theres no one with more respect and affection for our king and country than myself.

Upon deciding theyd send troops to Natra, the two factions had bitterly opposed each other over who was better suited to lead: Urgio the Mahdia or Draghwood the Stella. In the end, it was the Mahdia whod snatched the post, but now it seemed to have backfired.

This is so stupid. Jiva sighed inwardly.

While he was indeed one of the Mahdia, he kept his distance from any political squabbles. It disgusted him to no end that everyone was willing to disregard the best interest of the country for the benefit of their own faction.

Enough of this pointless yapping! blared Fyshtarre to break up the glaring contest between Holonyeh and Midan. I shall tear apart any deserters whove shamelessly come running back home with my own two hands. But our focus right now is the gold mine. Holonyeh, you have a plan, dont you?

Yes, of course. Its no grand scheme. We lost the battle thanks to General Urgios personal folly. I believe the next battle is best left to General Draghwood.

Wait, Midan immediately cut in. Its true General Urgio underestimated Natra, which led to our downfall. But isnt it reckless to assume a mere change in leadership will solve all our problems? Particularly if the enemy soldiers decide to hole up in the mine, an average-strength force wont be

In that case, lets prepare three times as many soldiers than the last battle. It should be enough to crush them.

You fool! Thatd mean neglecting our borders! You cant be so oblivious you havent realized Kavalinu is targeting us from right next door!

Thats precisely why. The gold mine is of utmost importance to our country. Well weaken if we spend too much time getting it back, making it all the easier for Kavalinu to prey upon us. We have no choice but to take it back at once, before neighboring countries have a chance to involve themselves Unless you have another plan, Lord Midan?

Midan looked away and turned toward Fyshtarre with a proposal. Your Royal Majesty, I believe we should consider a diplomatic solution with Natra.

Are you suggesting I sit down with those insolent, invading dogs? Fyshtarres face darkened.

Shouldnt we tell the troops the truth? If youre hell-bent on not telling everyone, maybe we can at least share it with the commanding officers?

Sooner or later, news will make its way down to the soldiers. Then their confidence in me will really tank. If were not careful, some of em might take their anger out on the miners.

Sowere lame ducks until Marden sends their army.

Yeah, theyll send us a nice, big, fat group of soldiers to take back the mine. When our men see theyre clearly stronger, well all agree to withdraw I think.

Thanks to a growing list of surprises, twists, and turns, this half-baked plan was the best he could come up with.

What about selling it to another countrywithout letting them know the mine is no good? Kavalinu, maybe? Ninym suggested.

According to Pelynt, the mine had been entrusted to Holonyeh. As the documents passed through the hands of government officials, they each took care to report the profit slightly higher than it actually was so they could embezzle even more money. It was very possible Holonyeh himself didnt even know what was accurate at this point.

Meaning Pelynt, Wein, Ninym, and the others present at that previous meeting were the only ones who knew about the gold mines dismal condition. They could sell it to another country in a standard case of adverse selection. It wasnt totally out of the realm of possibility.

It wont be easy to get together and sort this out. There isnt enough time for that. And well have to go up against Marden if we take too long. If that happens, we can pretty much kiss any profit good-bye. And theres definitely gonna be some hard feelings if they ever find out.

It was a tough choice. It was hard to let go of the place theyd fought so hard for.

Where could we find a buyer for this sort of thing?

The gears in Weins head started to turn, only to be suddenly interrupted by a commotion outside the building.

I wonder what that could be? Ninym asked.

Peeking outside the window together, he saw a group of soldiers hurriedly rushing back and forth. Just as he thought they were under an enemy attack, a knock came at the door.

Apologies, Your Highness! Slightly out of breath, Raklum appeared before them.

Wein immediately fired off his most urgent question. Is the enemy attacking?

No.

Wein urged him to continue with a look. Well, what is it?

Its an emissary. An emissary from Marden has arrived.

Weins eyes widened, but not because of the news.

Hed been hit with a sudden stroke of inspiration.

Raklum continued. Hes requesting a meeting with Your Highness. What shall we do?

Did he give his name? Whats he look like?

He said his name was Jiva, a diplomat from Marden. Based on his demeanor, theres no question hes a high-level government official.

Sounds kind of familiar. You know him, Ninym?

Yes. I recall hes a member of the royal court.

All right, Raklum, guide him to the reception room. Ill be there soon. Be on your best behavior.

Understood! Raklum promptly turned on his heel and lumbered out of the room.

Ninym, Id like you to make our guest feel comfortable.

Ill see to it immedia She stopped midword upon seeing her masters expression. Whats wrong, Wein? Youre making an odd face.

Ah, no, its all clear to me now.

Whatre you talking about?

Wein grinned. Weve got a buyer for the mine.

Jiva was led to the reception room and waited patiently in a chair. At first glance, he might have appeared meditative, quietly sitting with his eyes closed, but a bit of nervousness surfaced onto his round face.

But this wasnt strange in the slightest. After all, from his point of view, he was in the middle of enemy territory. It was common for emissaries to be killed, even if they were sent to negotiate. There was a distinct possibility that armed soldiers were gathering outside the room at that very moment.

But I think Ill be okay.

If they wanted to kill him, they wouldve already made their move. Plus, considering his status and the crown princes alleged benevolence, they could probably have a discussion at the very least.

Reaching an agreement is going to be our biggest problem.

If anything was making him nervous now, that was it. Hed prioritized time and hardly researched his opponent. He knew only bits and pieces, and it wasnt clear if this was for better or worse.

As these worries filled his mind, the door swung open to reveal a girl with translucent white hair and red eyes. A Flahm. Come to think of it, hed heard they were common in Natra.

His Highness Prince Regent Wein has arrived.

A young boy stepped into the room following after her and accompanied by several guards.

It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness, Jiva extolled, bowing reverently. I am a diplomat of Marden, Jiva.

And Im the prince regent of the Kingdom of Natra, Wein Salema Arbalest.

Hes so young.

Jiva had heard the prince was in his midteens, but he still had the look of an innocent child as he stood there in front of him. But his demeanor was dignified with the air of a proud leader. He wasnt some decoration or symbol or king due only to blood. Jiva wouldnt be forgetting that anytime soon.

First of all, please accept my most humble apologies for appearing unannounced, Your Highness, he began courteously.

They were facing each other across a desk. Ninym was taking notes behind Wein.

The prince responded diplomatically. We understand that some problems require our immediate attention. Which is why Id like to wholeheartedly welcome you for coming all the way here, he said, then shrugged his shoulders. But it happened a little too quickly, so we werent ready to receive any guests. My apologies. This was the only room available. I would have liked to prepare a more formal setting.

Thank you for extending such hospitality to me, Your Highness. It was my own folly for not informing you earlier. Even if you greeted me in an empty field, I would be overcome with gratitude.

I appreciate you saying that. Wein broke into a smile, as if talking to a close friend.

Jiva could see why the people of Natra loved him. But he wouldnt be swayed. After all, he was a man of Marden, and the battle between the two had just begun.

So then, Lord Jiva, what has brought you to us today? You must know this territory isnt very friendly to Marden citizens at the moment.

There it was. The heart of the issue. Jiva gritted his teeth for a moment.

Yes, of course, Jiva started. In place of an army, Ive come to express our appreciation. Thank you for taking on the responsibility of guarding this land. We are so grateful that youre willing to discuss how we can transfer the ownership of this gold mine back to us.

Upon hearing his words, Ninym and the guards gave the same speculative expression. Say what?

If hed boldly ordered them to give back the mine, the soldiers wouldve been ready to end his life. Sure. But he said the last thing they expected to hear.

Even Wein was surprised by this turn of events. But heres what separated him from the rest.

Hmm, yes, I seeeeee. Your mind is set.

While everyone stood there dumbfounded, Wein saw through his intentions in an instant.

Ninym scribbled down a question on a piece of paper. Wein, whats going on?

Hes basically saying, Lets pretend none of this happened. His writing was smooth, fluid.

She frowned for a few seconds, then realization dawned on her face. He gave her a secret little smirk.

Marden wanted the gold mine back as soon as possible. But any negotiating would undoubtedly drag on forever as they worked out reparations, exchanging prisoners of war, and redefining country borders, among other things, all while dancing around the topic of Mardens previous acts of aggression and violence toward Natra.

Looks like hes jumping right to the part where our countries forgive and forget. This tubby guy may not look it, but he pulls no punches.

It could also be a way of erasing the truth of their defeat, helping their prideful king Fyshtarre save face. It was a pretty brilliant move.

There are no words to describe our gratitude for safeguarding this area from neighboring countries like Kavalinu. These enemies continue to threaten us from all sides. We would like to offer you a reward as an expression of our gratitude.

Of course, this so-called reward was nothing more than reparations and a buyout. Thered be some arguing over exactly how much itd amount to in total, but so far, things were going more smoothly than your average postwar negotiation.

While this proposal seemed to cede more advantages to Marden, there were obvious merits for Natra as well.

Ah, youve really saved us. This gold mine is our countrys life force, you see. If it was stolen by a foreign power Oh, we just might need to unleash our wrath and mercilessly destroy that enemy nation, Jiva said.

This was one such merit. Evading war with Marden was a pretty good deal.

Natra mightve won the battle in the Polta Wasteland. But what about the next battle? And if they won again, the battle after that? When it came to their military strength, Natra was at an obvious disadvantage. At some point, their country would hit its limit. Even if they held out against Marden, another country would find an opportunity to attack.

Of course, Marden was dealing with the same problembut Wein had some serious doubts as to whether King Fyshtarre could weigh the risks, even if he tried.

Fyshtarre is all about pride. No matter how many times he loses, hell get back up again Another defeat will just piss him off. Sorry, but Ive got zero interest in going down together.

It wasnt such a bad idea to erase this battle from history. Without the shame of losing, there was a good chance their king would calm down for at least a while. In that time, Natra could use the money they swindled out of Marden and increase their military strength.

Well, there were some disadvantages, too. To start, their patriotism and price would be bruised. The troops would not be very happy to hear this, seeing that their battle honors would be redacted alongside the war itself. And if Marden compensated them monetarily, itd leave a bad aftertaste in everyones mouth. But there was still enough reason to accept Jivas proposal.

Its basically confirmed Marden has no idea the mines drying up.

Only a few others knew the whole truth. If he continued to wait for another solution, his luck would run out eventually, meaning his mens confidence in him would plummet. On the other hand, it was obvious theyd be mad if the gold mine was sold to another country.

But what if they sold it back to Marden right now?

He could give it back before having a chance to profit from it. That meant he wouldnt be held accountable, even if the truth about the dwindling value of the mine was discovered. Instead, conflict would break out in Mardens inner circle.

And if Marden said they wanted a refund, Natra could feign ignorance. Hed initially lose the respect of his soldiers, but they might reevaluate his actions if they knew the truth.

This is my only chance to avoid war and swindle them out of a ton of money

Are you going to go with his proposal? Ninym wrote.

Yeah, but if we take their bait too soon, theyll know were hiding something. We gotta act unsure for a bit, Wein responded.

Dont get too greedy, she warned.

Itll be fine. I wont do anything to tip them off.

She gave him an uneasy look, but Wein just flashed a confident grin in return.

I cant read him.

As far as Jiva was concerned, the proposal he offered was his last resort. If he had more time or a bit more generosity from King Fyshtarre, he could have found another way.

But this was the only way he could reconcile with any actual substanceand still satisfy his king. Jiva knew hed been dominating the conversation, precisely because he understood it would be difficult to accept such a proposal. He was trying his best to smooth things over.

But could this ploy actually work?

Across from Jiva, the boy stared in silence. No words could faze Wein: His gaze bore straight into his opponents eyes.

Its like hammering away at a steel sculpture with a wooden mallet But I cant back down now

No, he mustnt back down. Those were his feelings, but Jiva trembled in spite of himself. His journey to the mine was flickering before his minds eye.

The people of the mine dressed in tatters.

The soldiers of Natra feeding them rations.

Once their troops were gone, what would happen to the residents? When the Marden returned to this territory, would they still be treated like humans?

God! What am I thinking? We need to get back the gold mine. I need to do all I can to make that happen. This is going fine, just fine.

As Jiva reassured himself over and over, Wein started to stir. Livi.

Jiva wasnt sure he heard him correctly and looked on in confusion.

Wein continued. Sefti, Regis, Talfia, Karaln

Y-Your Highness What are you saying?

Names, he explained coldly, his voice piercing through Jiva. Names of my men who died in the Polta Wasteland.

Jiva felt like his own heart might leap out of his chest.

What an unimaginably compassionate ruler! Many of his subjects held Wein in high regard. Jiva knew this.

I hear your proposal. That might be one possible interpretation of this entire situation. But, Lord Jiva, in that case, where should the souls of my men rest? What should be marked on the graves of those who died serving their country?

Thats, ahhh

Youre not suggesting we write Here lies some idiot who died in the Wasteland on their gravesare you?

Under Weins steady gaze and kingly presence, Jiva was unable to form a coherent sentence.

Upon this sight, Wein cheered in his heart. All right, its working!

But Ninym appeared sullen.

Isnt it working too well? she wrote. If this negotiation falls through, wont things end up as the opposite of what you want?

Nah, this much is normal. Actually, I wanna give him just one more push, he scribbled back.

Fortunately, Wein could pass for a kind and generous ruler. He knew he could persuade Jiva if he mentioned his own soldiers and citizens. The more difficult he made the negotiation, the larger the gold on the other side.

Lord Jiva, do you realize how the people here have been treated?

Yes.

Not too long ago, one of their representatives came to me with an appeal. He asked us not to abandon his people. He made this request to Natra, not Marden. You know what this means, right? It was enough for us to imagine the treatment theyd suffered under your hands. Suppose we returned the mine. What would become of these people? If you snatch away their last hope, theyll be left with only despair.

With all that said, Ill ask you one more time: What brought you here, Lord Jiva?

Become someone noble.

Jiva suddenly remembered the words his mother used to say to him. It was a faint memory. Hed pushed it away to avoid looking back at the boy whod been bullied. During that time, he did his best to keep his mouth shut until he could go home and pretend everything was fine. But his mother saw right through him.

Become someone noble. Be someone your future self can be proud of.

These were the words that pierced his heart, and hed made up his mind: He would live a life he wouldnt be ashamed to look back on in ten, twenty, thirty years.

Thats how it should have been anyway.

But then he was faced with failure. Pressure. Self-preservation. Fighting.

Before he realized it, hed lost touch of those childhood dreams and traveled down a path far from light.

Thats just how it was. Hed made excuses, telling himself ideals were ideals because they were unattainable.

But the young prince was in a far more difficult position, and yet, he didnt hesitate or falter when it came to protecting his people.

Prince Wein.

What?

Before I answer, Id like you to allow me a single question.

Very well. Weins eyes didnt contain a glimmer of a doubt. They radiantly gazed forward.

The person standing behind you, Prince Wein. What is her relation to you?

Jiva was thinking back to a memory of a young boy. He had the same translucent hair as the Flahm girl in front of him.

That boy had been a Flahm, too, and had been persecuted for it.

What made him think of that day now?

Jiva finally knew the answer.

Ninym is my heart.

I wanted to be like him, Jiva thought.

What kind of question is that?

While Wein maintained his confident tone, Jivas question made him cock his head in confusion. He tried to get a read on the diplomat, but Jiva had bowed his head, hiding his expression.

Wein and Ninym used it as a chance to pass a few more notes between themselves.

Maybe Im a rare sight? Ninym suggested. In the West, Flahm would never be present during diplomatic negotiations.

Then he would have brought it up sooner or with more emotion, Wein replied.

True Maybe hes impressed you dont discriminate between citizens, soldiers, or Flahm.

Ha-ha, so its simply because this diplomat is so incredibly empathetic? No way thats the reason.

But if youre right, then he might not want to continue negotiating.

Itll be fine. If that happens, Ill eat a potato through my nose.

As Wein joked in an easygoing reply, Jiva quietly raised his head across the way.

Your Highness, I understand how your heart must feel. Jivas expression was clearer, less burdened or weighed down by something. Please forgive me for disrespecting those fallen in battle. It seems Ive misunderstood.

Hmm?

Wein felt something was off, but Jiva continued on. There was blood spilled in your countrys name. Youve fought to claim this land for Natra. Youre determined to protect the citizens. It is all too clear we must take up our bows and arrows.

What?!

I imagine this will be my final job in Foreign Affairs. But I wont waste a minute in informing King Fyshtarre of your steadfastness.

Wai

Well then, Your Highness, I must make haste to the royal palace. Please allow me to say it was truly an honor to hear your personal anecdotes and exchange words with you. Jiva bowed deeply and hurriedly excused himself from the room.

Wein and Ninym stared until his back disappeared. They finally lifted their gaze, petrified for some time, and locked eyes.

UmNinym?

Ill go get the potato.

Those were her only words.