Popcorn

Popcorn

Year 139

The heroes made the journey to the Eastern Continent. This was propaganda, at least.

Miss Stella, oh great, youre there! Where are you? Are you alright? One of the heroes asked via a long-range spell, some kind of secured messaging spell service.

Astia, or Stella was surprised, but she somehow quickly put on a face. Oh, nice to see you again, Tom. How are you? At this point, Patreecks mind reading revealed more information. She knew most of the kids that died with her! She was an administrative assistant at the teenagers school! She was acting. The role of the nice, supporting administrative teaching assistant.

Im... uh, Im good. I think.

Are all of you together? I could sense her forcing herself to make this conversation.

Oh, uh... Some of us are in the Southern Continent, and some of us are here in the North. But were all planning to meet in the Eastern Continent. Were heroes after all, so we got to do what we came here to do.

Thats good.

Miss Stella Miss Stella, actually we just wanted to check whether youre okay. I mean, uh... after that time with the gods, we uh... parted ways. Where are you, Miss Stella?

Im actually in the central continent, in the City of Freshka.

The cursed continent? Are you sure its safe? Are they doing something dangerous or harmful? I hear they eat children there! The heroes quickly said.

At shit. What kind of propaganda the temples have been feeding the heroes?

Stella smiled. I could sense shes forcing herself to do it, but shes also quite good at acting.

Really?

Yeah! You should get out of there! The heroes said. Its not safe for you.

Oh. Stella acted blur. I feel maybe Im in a safe part of town. I should be fine. Where are all of you going? Are you safe?

Were fine. Were going to fight the demon king, and we have all these powers. Weve been fighting some regular monsters for a while, and were strong!

Ah. Is that so. Good luck.

Okay! Take care Miss Stella. Well come and get you once this is all over.

Alright. Goodbye.

Astia breathed a sigh of relief once the magical videocall faded. She quickly curled up back in her bed. That act of hers consumed quite a bit of her mental energy and she needed a nap. How did she even manage to hold a job at school is still a strange thing to me.

-

The quality of news we received from the other continents steadily declined. Were just getting generic news snippets, propaganda and such. Things that we can gather from a typical inn or tavern.

The heroes arrived in the Eastern Continent after a month-long magically assisted journey, and began fighting the flying demons.

By now, rumor said the Eastern Continent had lost 50% of its population to the demonic attacks, and another 20% have been driven into hiding, living in underground networks. Again, really? Is this propaganda?

-

Its not really our problem, isnt it? The nobles of the Central Continent said in a meeting. We formed another council of sorts. Personally, Id like to call them the Nation of Tree-Friends, but they are not actually friends, just temporary allies due to targeted abandonment and neglect by the 4 temples.

If the demon king stays on the Eastern Continent, thats good for us. We have our own problems to deal with, and now with the blockade, theres even less reason for us to care. Theyve targeted us, so why should we volunteer any assistance?

A fair sentiment, one which I feel for. Some of the nobles delighted in the fact that the demon king kept its domination on the Eastern Continent. They felt like this was punishment for their actions.

When the Central continent faced demon kings, have the other continents extended their aid? The nations that do, I can count them, less than my branches! A treefolk noble complained. Treefolk nobles were strange existences, they resembled mini-treants, and they were quick to switch allegiances to me, once it was clear that the temples no longer wanted to help them. A strange moment of speciesist behavior, even if its in my favor. So, let the Eastern Continent burn. I feel for the period, but the decisions of the rulers have consequences.

Is this how it feels like, to watch a terrible war unfolding across the sea? Its a bit like me, watching an attack on foreign soil on television. Its not my problem. Too bad for them, and serves them right.

-

Its been a few years since the FTC started, and we finally had the first batch of graduates. It took a little longer than expected, but the star student was a young noble from the Northern part of the Central Continent. A young mixed dwarven man, he started the programme as a Level 3 [Lordling], and ended the course with Level 19 [Lord], Level 6 [Knight] and Level 10 [Merchant]. A good start, and the growth was pretty good for 4 to 5 years worth of work. Especially the [Lord] class, which had conditions of the student doing ruling things, like making decisions about the land and development.

Still, I wonder how the [experience seed] worked when one has multiple classes? Does the level go to the class that they want? The experience seed clearly is overpowered in the sense that it gave a guaranteed level up, regardless of levels. Which was why Ive been hoarding it forever.

Shes a principal, now. Jura sipped on tea. And certainly. One must remember the person who waltzed into our town and killed 4 druids publicly.

Leithia gave a gentle, grandmotherly smile.

So, tell me of the Hutan Council. How have they fallen so far? To lose even their most feared executioner?

It followed the typical path, really. Greed, incompetence, arrogance and overconfidence. Leithia shrugged. How could druids compete with a few [great druids] anyway? Even our most senior [arch druid] is but one person, and certainly the way of the druids in the Hutan is haphazard, messy, very much unlike the structure of the Valthorn.

Some would say such is the proper way of nature. I have heard that the Hutan says the way we train our druids is artificial. Quite like a farm, rather than the wilderness

So they say. Leithia nodded. But in the face of the demon kings, a farms speed is superior. The large number of competent druids can churn out every year means the Valthorns can lose 10 for every 1 we train. The [archdruid] may be a damned good druid, and I respect him for that, but he has failed to lead us through the constant, regular monsoon of the demons.

Then what brings you to join us? I heard from Aeon that he agreed.

I may be old, but I too, wanted to see for myself, this blend of faith-and-institution-and-might. They are times in legends of yore, that individuals must recognise the men, and the creatures that change the world.

I would never picture you as the kind that could be inspired by legends, executioner. They both chuckled.

Well...

Do you like what you see?

Too early to tell.

-

Back on the Treetiary College, the commoners presence is now undisputed. However, there clearly is a large social gap between the noble-born children, and the commoners that joined them.

This was because, the Treetiary College is in function, a tertiary college. Theres a certain level of understanding that is implied, and for commoners, they lack this baseline knowledge. Unlike the Valthorns, who are educated from young, and unlike the priesthood, where the priests themselves do the task of educating them on the ways of faith, the FTC went right into management, military affairs and economics.

Quite a large bunch of the commoners who enrolled didnt even know how to write, so they couldnt even self-study if they wanted to. Most of them, as they are sponsored by the nobles, also have to run errands for the nobles, so the amount of studying time they have is actually very limited. Some, didnt know things like mathematics, and have limited knowledge of the world outside of their tasks.

When I opened up the slots for commoners as well, it seemed most of the nobles just nominated and sponsored their minders to help them. In some cases, some nobles appointed minders who knew how to read and write so that they can take notes. In most cases though, the nobles generally just appointed either bodyguards who knew how to fight, or just regular maids.

This wasnt the intention, of course. I wanted an administrative class. A bureaucracy.

These commoners struggled really hard. In a way, they reminded me of my friends who had to work full-time jobs, and study part-time. Sure, theres some learning, but somehow its just not as effective or immersive as a full-time education.

It didnt help that the trainers themselves are so used to educating nobles, that some dont even bother helping their fellow commoners.

So this gap in output also created and amplified the sense of superiority that the nobles had.

I had to intervene, so I quickly demanded that Thordrock added commoner-specific remedial classes, meant to teach them the basics of reading, writing, language, and maths, which he did.

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As the year approached its end, I wondered whether the heroes are making progress. I hope they did.

We honestly didnt have much information. The blockade was a pain, and the navy still needed more time. Building warships and training sea-capable soldiers was taking far longer than expected.

So what if we broke through the blockade?

If none of the other countries wanted to trade with us, what is the use of breaking through the blockade?

We needed a strategy that looked past that, so, the first thing was, we needed a way to communicate with the other kingdoms on all those continents. Some may be open to trade and communicating with us discreetly, and ways to make trade happen.

Alternatively, if we do break through the blockade, we must have a naval force able to transport a sizable army to capture and hold a port on one of the other continents. Only from there we can then restore communications and our intelligence network.

-

On a fine day, near the end of the year...

[Evans Lake has died. You received a fragment]

[Agnes Ang has died. You received a fragment]

[Soraya Mahmud has died. You received a fragment]

Uh... the heroes are not doing well, are they?