Book 7: Chapter 2

Book 7: Chapter 2

Rewind time to when a certain custom was taking place in Willeron Palace in the Kingdom of Natra.

So you must be the new assignments.

Speaking magnanimously from the head of the table was Crown Prince Wein Salema Arbalest. His assistant, Ninym Ralei, stood at attention by his side. They gazed upon the two men now kneeling before Wein.

You may greet His Royal Highness, Ninym prompted.

One of the men responded nervously. I am Clovis, the newest member of the esteemed palace guard. Its an honor and privilege for me to stand before the countenance of His Royal Highness!

Clovis let out a quiet sigh, relieved he didnt falter.

The man next to him began his own introduction. I-I will be researching f-farming methods, and My apologies! M-my name is S-Salomon!

You idiot, Clovis thought, face paling.

Salomon grew white as a sheet and bowed deeply. After all, hed just messed up his introduction to the person essentially leading the country.

Wein, however, spoke in a gentle voice to put them at ease.

Ive already heard about you, Salomon. Youve done agricultural research in Cavarin, correct? I read several of your reports An investigation on the damaging effects of repeated cultivation on arid land and how to rectify the harm early on. I found it quite fascinating.

Th-thank you! Salomon trembled, either from nerves or happiness.

Wein turned to the man next to him. Clovis, arent you the younger brother of one of our soldiers, Karlmann?

Huh? Do you know my brother?! Clovis jolted. Karlmann was a common soldier. Clovis never dreamed the crown prince would ever remember his name.

He fought in the war against Marden back when I first became regent. How could I ever forget? Im thrilled to see his younger brother has been compelled to join us.

III have no words! Tears welled up in his eyes, overcome with emotion.

Wein nodded at the two men. People are the foundation of a nation. Especially now, when were progressing so rapidly. I look forward to your service.

Y-yes!

No other politician to walk this planet was so great. Clovis and Salomon thought it was fate that they were blessed with an opportunity to serve him, as they bowed.

Ha! Hook, line, sinker!

Um Ninym sighed.

As soon as the audience was over, a mischievous smile had broken out across Weins face.

Sheesh. To think you were an honorable ruler just moments ago.

My magnanimity is expensive stuff. I gotta use it sparingly, Wein replied with a shrug and smile. Another raging success! I love this More Loyalty Meet-and-Greet plan!

Wein had established several customs since becoming regent. One of them was an interview with Wein for prospective employees, regardless of job or rank. Recruitment itself was handled by the head of Human Resources, and the interview with Wein wouldnt change their employment status, as long as it wasnt a total flop.

As for why this custom existed in the first place

We have to protect our brand as the royal family! By talking to them, I can satisfy their desire for my approval and make them feel like they belong! Nothing like a loyal heart to shackle a vassal!

So it was all part of a performance.

You know, most people wouldnt dare say that out loud, Wein, Ninym said, offering her candid advice, but she couldnt argue with the outcome.

Royal families were often cut off from the public. At best, people could hope to catch a distant glance at the royalty during ceremonies and festivals. Vassals working in the palace might have more opportunities to see the royal family, but only the highest in rank would be able to exchange words with them.

Hence this interview. Speaking to Wein, who was as close to a god as a mortal could be, was an emotional experience that motivated the masses.

Its not just to boost the vassals morale. Its also a chance for me to memorize all my staff. Im killing two birds with one stone.

Your memory remains amazing

Of course. And I should put my skills to use, instead of wasting them, eh?

Wein had been born with an excellent memory. Anyone who could remember almost every name in their army of several thousand was no average person. Including full-time and part-time staff, a few hundred people were working at the palace. Compared to his troops, it was nothing. Except Wein also remembered very specific details about his employees, down to their hometowns and their personal history.

Im pretty sure I can promise other royal families arent doing the same thing.

Well, I just dont get why they dont, Wein said with a shrug. The palace is the heart of a nation and our home. Its like they dont care if strangers are running around all over the place.

Wein was right. The palace was the core of the nation. The royal family lived there, and other people of status stayed there on occasion. It housed treasures and national secrets. Obviously, that meant its employees needed to be upright citizens with perfect track records. They couldnt have suspicious characters lurking around the place.

Of course, Wein couldnt patrol its grounds, even though he could remember faces. But if he knew exactly who set foot in the palace, it might come in handy in an emergency. At least, that was his theory anyway.

Its not that they dont care, Ninym explained. They just cant remember all their employees. And you claim you can memorize several thousand of them? Must be some kind of kink.

Its not! I use a simple trick!

What trick?

I just record their face, name, physique, voice, and mannerisms in my mental Rolodex! Anyone can remember a few hundred people that way!

So it is a kink.

Gah, Wein groaned at his vassals harsh appraisal.

Ninym continued, Even if other royalty could remember all their staff, I doubt many would try. I mean, theyll need time in addition to a good memory.

I get it. Weve seen a surge in these meetings recently. Any more, and its going be hard to find the time.

I wouldnt have believed you if you told me this months ago. To think so many people would want to serve Natra.

The Kingdom of Natra used to be a triple threat in the worst way: no money, no human capital, and no resources.

But now? Theyd won wars and come to possess new territory, a gold mine, and an ice-free port. Weins reputation was on the rise, too. It was like the iced-over signboard marking that the kingdom had thawed, attracting those interested in making names for themselves.

Plus, we secured a deal to trade with Patura in the tropical South. And they threw in something to sweeten the deal: its sailors and manufacturing techniques. I see more people on the horizon.

You know, we practically wrestled this out of their hands.

But we both agreed to the terms, so were good! Wein insisted, claiming he hadnt done anything wrong.

Ninym had on a wry smile. Suuure. In any event, Natra is on the up-and-up.

Wein nodded. Definitely. Weve got more funds, people, and resources! Im on top of the world! I have nothing to fear! Our administration is just getting started! And they all lived happily ever after!

It would be nice if things wrapped up so nicely. Ninym suddenly produced three letters. We have to think about how to handle these.

We sure as hell do! Wein looked at the letters and clawed at his head.

These letters were from Prince Demetrio, Prince Bardloche, and Prince Manfred, all related to the coronation ceremony that Prince Demetrio had announced the other day.

Its no easy task. Who would have thought he would announce that out of the blue?

Guess theyre really backed into a corner, Wein assumed.

Wein was aware that Demetrios faction was crumbling, out of the three Imperial princes vying for the throne. The incident in Mealtars had been the catalyst, so Wein wasnt exactly uninvolved.

Despite this, the eldest prince had suddenly announced a coronation ceremony. This was only supposed to happen once hed settled things with the other princes. It was going to raise a few eyebrows if he deviated off course, but Demetrio must have realized the only way to remain in the race for the throne was to steamroll his way through it, seeing that his power was waning.

This plan involved the letter now in Weins possession. Its contents were simple. It was an invitation to attend the upcoming ceremony.

Demetrio is just that kind of guy. He still sends me this damn thing, even when hes not over what happened in Mealtars.

He has either reflected on his actions or doesnt care what other people think of him.

He must have also sent invitations to other influential foreign leaders. Attending the coronation ceremony would mean accepting Demetrio as Emperor. The more attendants, the more it secured his authority on a global scale. The prince was going to use this to legitimize his position as Emperor and make a comeback.

And the other two letters are from the other princes, Ninym said, holding up the envelopes.

Their contents were very similar. In essence, they proposed forming an alliance to keep an eye on Demetrio, so Wein wouldnt be tricked by the eldest princes antics.

So they want to keep tabs on me. A totally different approach from Demetrio, it seems.

I imagine the princes think they can handle Prince Demetrio on their own, so theyre trying to limit any foreign powers from interfering with their plans. I mean, especially if you stepped in the ringno one would know what would happen.

Hey. You make me sound like bad news.

I know. Ninym ignored Wein yowling that she was so mean. Basically, if we join forces with Prince Demetrio, wed be ahead of the game in establishing friendly terms with the next Emperor. If we take the initiative in this difficult situation and embrace the eldest prince as the next ruler, hell owe us when he ascends to the throne.

If he becomes Emperor, Wein interrupted. Demetrio took one final gamble with this announcement. It would be amazing if everyone accepted his invite, but if no one shows up to his coronation? Well, everyone in the Empire will know hes got no one backing him and no right to the throne. And theres no coming back from that.

You have a point. And if you join forces with him, youll become the enemy of the other two princes. So if the eldest prince fails to become Emperor, all well have to show for our efforts is the ire of their new ruler. Thats a major disadvantage.

Which Id love to avoid, if nothing else. Wein groaned.

Ninym gave him a fleeting glance. The disadvantage of accepting the requests made by the younger princes is that Prince Demetrio will hate us. And if he becomes their new ruler, well become his enemy. I guess if we accept their request, though, itll give us the chance to observe things in the Empire from a distance and allocate our resources elsewhere.

Im being worked to the bone these days. Maybe I should just sit back and enjoy the show.

Or maybe I should bury you in a mountain of work.

Ninym! What do you think I am? A miracle worker?

No. A pack mule.

So Im not even human to you?!

Ninym assured him it was a joke. To be honest, I think doing nothing is an option. Joining hands with Demetrio would only end poorly.

No kidding.

Allegedly, Prince Demetrio had lost half of the supporters in his faction, compared to its peak membership. In the past, the power behind the three factions had been evenly distributed, so it was a tragic fall from power. It was reckless that he was going up against the other princes by attempting to pull off this coronation ceremony.

Still, Wein said, its too early for us to come up with a plan.

Ninym was in agreement. Not all the cards are on the table yet.

Prince Demetrio. Prince Bardloche. Prince Manfred.

Wein and Ninym knew there was someone else working in secret in the fight for the throne.

Pardon me. Someone had knocked. An officer stuck his head through the door. An emissary of Princess Lowellminas has just arrived.

Wein and Ninym exchanged looks and nodded.

Ill be right there, called out the prince.

The official retreated, and Wein stood up. Seems our missing card has exquisite timing.

What will Lowa do?

Well, I know shes not about to sit back and watch the show.

Theyd have their answer soon enough. Ninym and Wein headed to where the emissary was waiting for them.

Its been a while, Prince Regent.

Seated before them was none other than Lowellminas attendant, Fyshe Blundell.

Ive heard youve been breaking ground not only in the East and West, but the Southern Sea as well, Your Highness. From human to human, Im constantly impressed by your competence. I pray for your continued success from the bottom of my heart.

Wein nodded after Fyshe gave her formal greeting.

Im glad to see you in good health, too, Lady Blundell. Youve made the trip many times, but I imagine it never gets easier. Weve prepared for your arrival, so I hope you rest after our meeting.

I appreciate your hospitality.

Fyshe smiled at him, and Wein smiled backnot because they had to do so to seem polite. These were genuine. Memories of days past resurfaced in their minds.

Come to think of it, its been two years since our first encounter, Prince.

That long ago, huh?

They had met right as Wein took up the position of regent. It had been totally unexpected, but a necessity when King Owen fell ill. His first order of business had been a meeting with Fyshe, an Imperial ambassador at the time.

Things sure have changed, havent they? Wein asked.

Yes. If you told me about the current situation with Natra or my job, I dont think I would have believed you.

Its been some time since you started serving Princess Lowellmina Im curious. What do you think of her, Lady Blundell?

Shes wonderful, of course, Fyshe answered honestly without a moments hesitation. You know I, too, was once in a role deemed unfit for a woman, as an ambassador. I was told I was accomplished, but I think spending time by Her Highnesss side had made me realize what real accomplishment is.

You think highly of her. Ive only seen her twice since I became regent, but it seems like she just keeps getting better and better.

Precisely. I think you can say her position and current situation are perfect to let her shine. Fyshe broke into a tiny smile and then placed a finger to her lips to indicate this was just between them. Of course, shes only human. So she does have her cute moments. She recently made a fuss over her outfit.

Yeah? Im listening.

Unfortunately, I cant say any more.

Ninym listened to their conversation from behind.

I see, she thought. Of course, this was just Fyshes personal opinion of Lowellmina, so it wasnt factbut at the very least, it seemed they had established a solid relationship. And Lowellmina had sent her prized subordinate to this remote location.

There has to be a deeper meaning behind this, Wein, Ninym said with her eyes.

I know, Wein replied silently.

Lowellmina had played a very important hand here. She must have thought she had something to gain, and she planned to walk away with it.

So I hear you have a message from Princess Lowellmina.

When Wein broached this topic, the air seemed to freeze over. It marked the end of their relaxed reception. The real discussion was right about to begin.

I imagine youre aware that Prince Demetrio of the Earthworld Empire has declared a coronation ceremony will take place, Fyshe started, correcting her posture. Princess Lowellmina has insisted for some time that the fight for succession could be solved through discussion. This announcement, however, was made without consulting the other two princes.

I bet Prince Bardloche and Prince Manfred are fighting it, huh?

Im afraid so. All three princes are getting ready to mobilize their troops. Lowellmina is fearful that war might break out between them, after weve managed to avoid it for all this time.

I doubt shes actually afraid, Wein thought, but he kept it to himself.

Fyshe looked at him. Its evident that the princes will start a civil war for their own sakes, without considering the fate of the Empire. To resolve this as soon as possible, Ive come to request your aid.

Preparations went smoothly, and the delegation was ready to depart with Wein as its representative. They were two days ahead of schedule and started off strong.

Wein and Lowellmina agreed that his visit and itinerary should be kept under wraps until he arrived in the capital. If Wein had announced he was coming over like old friends, other factions would stand in his way, considering the current climate in the Empire.

But this policy ended up backfiring. As the delegation approached the city of Bellida, they ran into a group of soldiers. When Wein saw them with the Imperial flag, hed assumed Lowa had come to greet them.

When he saw another flag below it, however, his face paled.

It was Demetrios. Which meant the soldiers in front of them belonged to the eldest prince, deployed to secure his position as Emperor.

By the time the delegation noticed this, it was too late. They found themselves instantly surrounded by troops, and their identities revealed. They had to meet Demetrio himself.

So what brings you here?

If this had been before Demetrio announced hed be taking the throne, Wein could have just said Lowellmina had invited him to the capital. But Demetrio was in the middle of his biggest gamble yet. If he found out a foreign prince was meeting up with a rival faction, it was possible hed go on a murderous rampage.

So Wein could say only one thing.

Were here to cooperate with you, Prince Demetrio

And that was the story of how Wein and his delegation got stationed with Demetrios army in Bellida.

Nooooooooo! Why do these things keep happening to meeee?!

And with the eldest prince of all people. This really sucks, to be honest Ninym sighed.

Things might have panned out differently if they had bumped into Prince Bardloche or Prince Manfred. Of course, they just had to run into Prince Demetrio, a sinking ship with a sealed fate according to Wein.

If only I didnt let my guard down when I saw that Imperial flaaaag!

Wein was stewing in his mood. He wasnt going to cheer up anytime soon.

I cant leave him like this. Ninym understood why he would feel this way, however.

If time permitted, she would have let him writhe about until he got it out of his system, but they didnt have that luxury.

She was determined to serve her duty as vassal. Wein, lets decide on a plan. What are we going to do?

I dont wanna think about it for the next six months! Im hibernating!

Youre not a bear.

Well, Im gonna be a bear, starting today! Grrr!

So this situation is way over our heads

Ninym was used to kicking Weins butt into gear, but she couldnt remember the last time hed been so stubborn. The accident had left an impact on him. He was out of his element.

I hear you, Wein, but it was an honest mistake. All we can do now is work out a solution.

It was no mistake.

Weins expression hardened, and Ninyms eyes went unfocused.

It was no mistake.

His face looked irritated. Bitter, almost. Andslightly amused.

None of this was a coincidence. It was all planned out. Thats why its so annoying.

Wein sounded sure of himself, which made Ninym more confused.

Wait. What do you mean, Wein?

Someone was working behind the scenes to get me to run into Demetrio and join his team. And I walked right into their trap. Wein looked up. They got me good I never expected such a bold move so late in the game, he mumbled through gritted teeth.

Ninym wasnt following. Why would anyone? First things first, who would do something like this?



Thats obvious. Theres only one person who could pull this off. Someone who knows the travel route taken by our delegation, our schedule, and the factions locations in the Empire.

You cant possibly mean

Wein nodded. Good one, Lowa. Her trap wasnt waiting for us in the capital. Her trap was her invitation for us to visit her there

The Kingdom of Natra has gotten too large, Lowellmina said between sips of black tea in a room of the Imperial Palace. Natra used to be an important public road connecting the East and West. Though we want to unite the entire continent, the Empire never laid a hand on it because we were on friendly terms and we knew we had enough power to conquer Natra at any time.

Lowellmina continued, But ever since Wein became regent, Natra has flourished, gained territory, and grown friendly with the West. Such circumstances dont bode well for the Empire.

Though they arent on the same level as us when it comes to military power, I assume? Fyshe asked from beside the princess.

At the moment, yes, Lowellmina replied without hesitation. As long as Wein is in good health, I can only imagine Natra will continue to prosper. By the time I become Empress, there is a possibility that Wein will be reigning over the West.

Thats

One might laugh off the idea of a prince from a small kingdom ruling over half the continent one day, but Fyshe wasnt about to laugh. In fact, she couldnt bring herself to even smile. After all, shed witnessed Wein working his magic firsthand.

So you hatched this plan to shrink some of his power, huhby forcing Prince Wein onto Prince Demetrios sinking ship.

Wein had predicted Demetrio would drop out of the race and Bardloche, Manfred, and Lowellmina would fight for the former members of the eldest princes faction. But Lowellmina had thought a little farther ahead. She was certain she would lose this battle among the three remaining siblings.

Her main platform was that the inheritance issue should be resolved through words. To this end, she had no public army or open displays of force, unlike her brothers. If the younger two brothers were scrimmaging to win over Demetrios supporters, Lowellmina knew it would be hard for her to butt in. And she was certain Bardloche and Manfred would make use of their forces.

Shed been struck with a stroke of evil genius when considering this situation: to bring Wein and Demetrio together and make them go head-to-head with Bardloche and Manfred.

Demetrio had no hope of winning against the other brothers on his own. But the outcome will be different if Wein is on his side.

Demetrio and Wein versus Bardloche and Manfred The losing side will sustain major casualties, obviously, but the victors will be dealt damage, too. I guess were swooping in when all parties have exhausted themselves. Fyshe nodded in agreement. But I do have one question about your strategy. Do you believe Prince Wein will really join Prince Demetrios side?

He will. Lowellmina sounded so confident. Its in Weins nature. When life hands him losses, he always turns them into gains. When placed on a sinking ship, hell try to steer it to the nearest harbor instead of jumping overboard.

Lowellmina had gotten acquainted with Weins character during their days at the military academy. In her eyes, she was stating the obvious.

And if he manages to avoid Prince Demetrio and reaches the capital safely?

Should that time come, Ill ask to become his fianc e again, Lowellmina replied with a grin. His visit would indicate his allegiance to my faction, so I imagine Wein will think its a good opportunity to deepen our relations. If Im honest, it would be better if we married after I took the throne, but if I can put him on a leash, that would be enough of a benefit for me Well, not that any of this will happen.

Lowellmina continued, Fyshe. You suggested you dont know who will win, but I think I do.

Who do you think will come out on top?

Wein will win. Her tone was heavy with conviction. As long as Demetrio had Wein, he would win. In her heart, the outcome of the battle was already decided. My plan will be a success when Wein and Demetrio defeat Bardloche and Manfred without putting Demetrio on the throne.

After that happened, Lowellminas next two goals were to absorb Demetrios faction and destabilize the authority created by Wein. Of course, this wouldnt take Wein down, but she could impede his progress. She wouldnt allow his kingdom to flourish more before she became Empress.

Obviously, these were challenging conditions to fulfill. In addition to taking down Bardloche and Manfred, Lowellmina would have to defeat Wein.

Hes a tough enemy to take down.

The scheme was laid, but she was up against Wein. He was a beast with strategy, both kind and cruel. She would have to make an enemy out of him, and she would have to win.

No need to lose heart, Your Highness, Fyshe said, reading her masters mind. Weve made the first move. As we speak, the two parties must be confused. And Prince Wein and Prince Demetrio arent even true allies yet. Even Prince Wein must have his hands tied.

Fyshe was right. Wein had been put aboard Demetrios sinking ship, which limited his movements. He was in a tight spot, no doubt. Lowellminas side had the advantage.

But there was a little voice in her mind, either fearful of Weins shadow or

Excuse me! A messenger burst in. A delegation from Natra led by Princess Falanya has just arrived!

What ?! Lowellmina and Fyshe yelped in surprise.

Falanya should be arriving in the capital right about now, Wein murmured.

Hed finally calmed down, either sick of complaining or just plain exhausted.

Thats the silver lining. I really didnt think wed need backup, Ninym replied, thinking back to before they left Natra. You had Princess Falanya follow us to the capital from a short distance behind I thought you were just being too cautious. Did you know this was going to happen?

I would have run away if I had.

Well, yeah. Ninym grimaced.

I did think they might send trouble our way. I mean, they were insistent that I come to the capital. Plus, the Empire is already in a volatile state with the fight for succession and all.

That was why Wein had played one of his cardsFalanya. If nothing happened to him, the siblings would get to Lowellminas place together, which would reinforce the closeness of their two nations.

But things had happened to him. Wein was now with Demetrios faction, and Falanya was heading to Lowellminas place alone.

Lowa wants Demetrio to take down the representative of Natrameand damage our reputation. But if another member of the royal familyFalanyavisits her, we can show the world that Natra is interested in solving this in a sensible way, even if we did support Demetrio.

So the damage to our reputations will be minimal, even if we lose here.

It wont fix the root of our problems, but its the next best thing compared to doing nothing, Wein continued. If Lowa goes along with my sneak attack, itll be a whole different story.

I cant believe they would respond so fast!

Princess Falanya had arrived in the Imperial Capital.

Fyshe couldnt conceal her surprise when shed heard the report.

They wouldnt have come so quickly if Wein had requested for his sister to make her way to the palace after stumbling across Demetrios army. Wein had to have sniffed out something about the princesss plan during the meeting in Natra.

Its all my fault Fyshe thought. Maybe shed given it away with her line of reasoning, her expressions, movements, tone of voice Whatever the reason, it was evident the prince had perceived something. Fyshe bit her lip, vexed that Wein had bested her once again.

She turned to her master to apologize for her failureand practically jumped out of her skin. After all, Lowellmina was smiling, even though shed just been dealt a counterblow.

You certainly know how to stir things up, Wein.

Stir things up? Fyshe blinked, not following.

Hes sent Princess Falanya, hoping it will lessen the blow to Natras reputation once he loses. His countermove is not for a victory but in anticipation of defeat. You might say hes taken a defensive measure.

Lowellmina went on, Princess Falanya is a valuable player for Wein. Employing her means that he was on guard, but he couldnt suss out what we were planning. Fyshe, you need not worry that you failed. In fact, this works in our favor. Weins been cornered by Demetrio, and we have an impressive catch like Falanya. Youve done well.

Th-thank you! I dont deserve your praise.

However. Lowellmina had a glint in her eyes.

Fyshes breath instinctively caught in her throat.

Wein might change tactics to a more aggressive approach if Im too greedy.

Too greedy? What in the world do you?

The two of them have claim to the throne in Natra. One candidate is with Demetrio, and the other, with me. If I win and Demetrio loses, Weins power will wane. At the same time, it will bolster Princess Falanya. If she manages to do something here thats in the best interest of Natra, even more so What do you think will happen if the two are on a level playing field?

Fyshe understood what Lowellmina was trying to say.

Dont tell me youre thinking of helping Princess Falanya succeed and incite a rivalry between them in Natra?!

The tiny kingdom was united under Wein. He could travel abroad only because his country was so stable. But Wein was just a princenot even a king.

What would happen if there was a faction behind Princess Falanya that made their kingdom less than stable?

They might be on good terms, but theyre royalty. A war between factions will break out if theyre equally fit to rule Natra. Of course, the princesss supporters cant dream of taking down Wein without something substantial. But it might be enough to halt their progress.

P-please wait. If Princess Falanya succeeds here and Prince Wein wins this battle

The older brother will be owed a favor from the next Emperor, and the younger sister will return to her kingdom with something to show for herself. Natra will enjoy a metaphorical springand a long one, at that.

Fyshe audibly gulped.

Wein must have realized this. As Lowellmina had said, the prince had intentionally sent Falanya as part of his plan.

In other words, Wein was sending them the following message:

Splendid job. I lost the first round. Im in a pinch here. I miiiight lose at this rate. Solets up the stakes.

How is he even human?!

They had thought Wein would go on the defensive, since hed been backed into a corner. Hed shown them exactly where to bite so he could catch them off guard and go for the jugular.

As Lowellmina had said earlier, he changed his losses into gains. It was absolute madness, but Fyshe knew someone like Prince Wein could pull it off.

I understand the situation. What do you plan to do, Your Highness?

Fyshe already knew what her masters answer would be.

Ill be as greedy as possible. Lowellmina grinned. The fight for the throne will continue to accelerate. Natra wont have many chances to meddle with our affairs. If he wants to up the stakes, I wont let this opportunity escape.

I can see fire, Fyshe thought. In both Prince Wein and Princess Lowellmina. When two flames collided, one of them would swallow the other. All Fyshe could do as a vassal was to ensure that her masters flame burned bigger and brighter.

Okay, Fyshe. Lets give a warm welcome to Princess Falanya. And please tell the others Ive authorized you to pull together a list of information and some technical knowledge. Well need to choose one thatll make an appropriate gift for Princess Falanya.

Yes! Fyshe nodded at her ladys orders.

Well, Lowellmina thought about the dear friend who was with Demetrio. I imagine Wein must know Im going to do this.

In fact, Wein was thinking, Lowa will go along with my game, but this is all I can say with certainty on the matter.

The real battle is starting now, Lowellmina thought.

A tough opponent, plus three Imperial princes already onstage, Wein mused.

However

But

Victory will be mine, of course, Wein thought.

Victory will be mine, obviously, Lowellmina believed.

The crown prince of Natra, Wein Salema Arbalest.

The Second Imperial Princess of the Earthworld Empire, Lowellmina Earthworld.

Behind the scenes of the blood feud among the Imperial princes, two tacticians were declaring a war that would never make it into the history books.