1936-01-03/1936-01-04


It was late at night in Romania, and Remilia was wide awake. "Ah... it's nice having a place to rule again." A formal-clothed officer by the name of Petre Dumitrescu bolted in to the throne room. "What is it?" she asked. "Lady Remilia, I thought you might like to have an overview on our place in the world. I put this graphic together over the past few hours." Petre handed the vampire a long sheet of paper divided into several sections. "I can go over it with you if you would like," the general added. "I'll be just fine." "As you wish," Petre responded before turning around and exiting the throne room.

"Let's see here... still missing a few cabinet positions... our three armies exercising in our borderlands... Working on our equipment deficits..." Remilia went on a bit, talking herself through the various sections of the graphic. "Sounds like we're getting to a better place than that last king we were under," Sakuya mentioned, entering from a side room. "Definitely. You came right on time." "Time for? What would you like me to do?" the maid asked. "Could you get enough funds to our industries to allow us to pay for more factories?" "Yes, milady. I will start working on that immediately." Sakuya hurried out, leaving Remilia to her own devices.

"Now, let's see how the research is going..." Remilia stood up off her throne and walked out of the room, locking the door behind her.