Disclaimer: FoZ/ZnT belong to the departed Noboru Yamaguchi and whoever inherited the I.P.. Any real life organisation/person is merely being used in a fictional non-profit way.
Author's note: Longest chapter I ever wrote personally. As always, special thanks to Trainalf for the help. Hope you all enjoy this chapter.
I also reworked the earlier chapters a bit so check them out if you can.
Past and Future
The reprisal campaign had ended successfully for Reconquista and terribly for those who'd thought themselves so bold as to deny their rule. Airlann was secured and its people broken. That was the good news of the day for Cromwell. Unfortunately, now was time for the bad news.
"Impossible!" he muttered angrily as he looked at the reports from his highest ranking spy in Tristain. It made him want to pull out his hair. He'd told his lower spies to act with the utmost discretion, and the fools had done nothing but fail spectacularly.
Their entire spy effort seemed to have fallen apart in just a few short months. They were supposed to only distract the outworlders, but they seemed to have done nothing but antagonize them. And now they'd gone and delivered proof of Albion's attempts to undermine Tristain straight into their hands.
And now these outworlders were sending hundreds of their troops into Tristain. If what the report was true… a handful were able to defeat a fully loaded warship and take it out with one single blow! Damn these people- they were becoming a bigger obstacle to his plans than he ever could have anticipated.
"Lord-Protector?" a familiar, soft voice interrupted his angry musings.
"Sheffield, this is a calamity," he said tensely, "How can we hope to salvage such a situation?"
The woman closed her eyes and smiled.
"My lord, a few soldiers, no matter how well armed, cannot hope to match those blessed by Brimir. This is but a test of our faith in Him," she calmly stated, "If anything, this has merely proven that those who fell did not believe enough in his Blessings. Only the faithful will triumph over such miscreants."
"We are not ready to invade yet." Cromwell insisted. Even after the war and the insurrection, the armies were still reorganizing.
"We can, my Lord!" Sheffield insisted, "Do you not remember our Revolution against the Tudors! We were nowhere as powerful as them yet we now rule from their Palace! Can you not see that this is the will of Brimir?"
Cromwell paused and took in her words. She was right. Hesitation was a sign of wavering faith in Brimir, something he could not afford if he wanted to maintain his good fortunes. He had not hesitated when it came to usurping the throne, and now it was his.
"Let us plan the invasion then." He decided. He'd take Tristain for the glory of the Founder, and cast out these heretical outworlders at the same time.
Sheffield smiled.
"As you wish my Lord."
The main gate to the Imperial Palace in Vindabona swung open, revealing a small banquet. The two men chosen by the US and Canada to be the Ambassadors to Germania were flanked by their security details.
"I still have trouble believing that I'm standing in a medieval version of Germany," Ambassador Hugo Schmidt whispered to his Canadian counterpart.
"Me either," Francis Johnson replied, "If anything, they should be easier to deal with than the Tristainians. They look rather… straightforward as a people."
Unlike Ambroise and Fitzgerald, their arrival in Germania had been much less celebrated. There was no great banquet like in Tristania, the Emperor having insisted on meeting them in private.
There was a dozen guards in heavy plate armour that stood watch in the room.
"Greetings Ambassadors!" a booming voice resonated, "I, Emperor Albert III, welcome you to Vindabona!"
"Greetings your Imperial Majesty," both ambassadors replied as they took their first good luck at the Germanian Emperor. He was a young man, probably in his mid-twenties at best. His tanned skin, long blond hair and blue eyes screamed 'German stereotype'. Dressed in black, his clothing was less elaborate than those of the Tristainians but had golden trim that depicted the Germanian Imperial Crest, a stylized eagle.
"So, I believe that you have travelled all this way to discuss of business? Am I not mistaken?" he asked as they walked up to the table and took a seat.
"Yes your Imperial Majesty," Schmidt answered politely as he sat down, "We would to extend the same deals that we've offered Tristain- permanent diplomatic contact and economic ties."
"Wonderful! Would you like to visit our finest blacksmiths or alchemists then?" The Emperor suggested, "Perhaps you would be able to find something of your taste? I also would like to see what you can offer my Empire. I believe we can easily find common ground if we put in the effort."
"Not so fast, your Imperial Majesty. There are a number of matters we need to discuss first." Johnson replied.
"Such as?" The Emperor kept a jovial voice.
"We have rather...strict commercial practices in our world."
"Would you care to explain Ambassador Schmidt?" he asked more seriously, "My merchants are honest and fair in their dealings so you do not need to fear any unfair competition."
The truth was that Germanian merchants were generally aggressive in getting deals, much to the chagrin of their rivals.
"Yes, our nations have strict practices in order to protect our people when they buy foreign goods." Schmidt explained.
"Protect your people?"
Ambassador Johnson nodded as he placed his hands on the table.
"Yes, for example, quality control is extremely important for us." he explained, "We wish to make sure that our people buying foreign goods don't buy cheap trinkets."
"A terrible waste of coin," Albert III remarked in good nature, "I can understand your reasoning Ambassador Johnson."
"Not just a terrible waste of coin," Schmidt added, "But also a danger for them. Imagine buying a foreign made suit of armor and discovering that it was shoddily made while in combat."
"Ah, a truly unfortunate situation indeed." He said, while taking their words as a slip of the tongue. These people wanted weapons and armor? Germania could certainly provide that. For a price. "But you will find that our metal workers are the best in all of Halkeginia."
"We don't doubt that, your Imperial Majesty," Johnson replied politely, "Though we are not interested in trading weapons and armour."
"Really? Pity." Albert III replied, wondering if they were perhaps lying to save face. "But if you insist, we punish lying merchants very severely for selling bad wares." That was true- no one liked being swindled. If someone was foolish enough to overpay for a good, that was on them. But bad goods? Entirely on the merchant. You could find a seedy merchant being pulled apart by horses every month or so at the Great Market of Vindobona. The Merchant's Guild was merciless in its pursuit of profit and did not like risking its good name.
"We also like to make it clear we do not condone or buy products made by anything that can be considered slave labor or that otherwise takes advantage of common workers."
"I see." The Emperor acknowledged. These people certainly seemed to see themselves as being on a moral high horse. Then again, they were supposedly all commoners themselves. In Germania, a country where any man could be a noble regardless of magic as long as he made enough coin, there wasn't as great a divide between the classes. Still, talk like that wouldn't make them popular.
"Is there anything else?" The young Emperor asked. Nothing they'd said so far was a deal breaker. None of it was even unreasonable.
"Yes, actually, the most important part, which will depend entirely on you as the ruler of these lands and all the nobles within it."
"I'm listening."
"We want guarantees and action to ensure that any of our merchants will be safe in your lands. Safe from excessive taxation from nobles, undermining or violent action from other merchants, or bandits."
"Your demands are quite reasonable Ambassador," Albert III replied, "We can easily work together. What do your nations have to offer us then?"
"Many things your Imperial Majesty," Schmidt promised. "We are accomplished chefs, as many Tristainians will attest to."
"I see." The Emperor acknowledged.
"We are very skilled craftspeople as well. Clothes, furniture, and other items."
"Very well," Albert said before clapping his hands, "Johan! Please summon Lord von Kahlenberg of the Merchants' Guild for a meeting."
"Merchants' Guild? May we ask what that is?"
"It is a powerful organisation in Germania that oversees all of our merchants. They ensure that all trade is conducted properly and fairly," the Emperor explained proudly, "The Guild is one of our greatest prides and contributes greatly to Germanian might."
"We see." The ambassadors looked at each other and nodded. "That is very reassuring for us."
"I do hope so."
Talks would carry on for the remainder of the day and several days after, but by the end of the week a series of arrangements were made that, in due time, would fully open the doors to trade.
Siesta exited the Academy's servant quarters. Rather than wearing her usual uniform, the maid wore a simple green dress and a fur coat to shield her from the cold as she made her way outside the Academy gate. She had been summoned by a special group of people- the otherworldly scholars that had been staying at the Academy for most of the last year.
In the distance, she could hear the sound of construction and men working. It was the soldiers from Canada and the United States who were fortifying the portal. They had arrived in ever greater numbers.
The young maid sighed as she thought of the Earth merchants that had come and set up shop. Their goods were impressive and quite affordable in some cases. Siesta had shopped there once, buying some of the nice Earth clothing for her siblings. It was a shame that these goods were not yet widespread throughout Tristain.
The tales she had heard about Earth impressed her, Saito having been turned into a celebrity once word got out he was from that world. The other mages would constantly try and ask him questions about Earth. And Louise would always quickly pull him away. She still remembered Saito talking about his home after he first arrived. Who would've thought it was even more wonderful than he described?
Some were quickly horrified when they heard how Canada and the United States were led… by leaders chosen by commoners. Chef Marteau had roared in laughter when he heard about their reactions, the man having no love for the spoiled and arrogant nobles. It was ironic that the nobles were being helped by nations that had no nobility.
"Hey Siesta! How are you doing?"
It was Saito, with Louise standing next to him.
"I'm doing fine Saito," she answered kindly as she looked at the two lovebirds, "And you Miss Vallière?"
"I am fine Siesta," Louise answered, "So you've accepted the invitation for this expedition with the professors?"
"Yes, for someone like me, it was hard to refuse. I am but a simple maid afterall and adventures aren't common for me."
"You're not some common maid Siesta," Saito pointed out, "You're also our friend, right Louise?"
The mage nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Saito's right. We did save you from Count Mott."
Siesta shuddered at the mention of that name.
"Also, her Highness had him arrested last week," Louise added happily, "Minister Richemont found out that he was a spy for Reconquista!"
The maid was shocked, but pleased at this turn of events.
"Do tell," she asked excitedly, her eyes shining, "How did this happen?"
"Turns out Mott sold out the Princess while they were visiting the training base," Saito explained, "He told Reconquista that she was visiting and they hired pirates to attack us. The soldiers fought them off and took some prisoners."
"When her Highness returned to Tristain, Minister Richemont was waiting for her with evidence of Count Mott's crimes. The Minister said that he already arrested the count!" Louise declared happily as Siesta smiled.
"Finally, that dirty pervert got his due."
"Hello everyone,"
It was Professor Colbert accompanied by Leroy and Richer. All three men had packed for the journey. There was also a few students from the Academy, namely Guiche, Tabitha and Kirche. They had come as part of a field trip for Colbert's class while the others had chosen to take the day off.
Some things never changed no matter the world and students fleeing from non-mandatory school activities was one of them.
Getting their expedition approved by both authorities had been difficult. Officials on both sides had been too busy dealing with security and responding to the attack to bother with any of the scientific or business parties. They'd had no choice but to wait for close to two weeks until the Americans and Canadians calmed down enough to listen to the scientific requests.
But they'd been quick to grant it once they'd heard them. It'd been a long time since the subject came up, but officials back on earth and here in Halkegenia were still interesting in finding any examples of Earth weaponry in the new world. And so once they set out, they not only did so with government funded transportation, but an armed escort provided by the Canadian Army.
A group of LAV-III's and a G-Wagon halted outside the gates of the Academy and two men stepped out of one the vehicles- the platoon leader and his Pronto. The pair approached Colbert and his party.
"Good day everyone," He greeted, "I'm Lieutenant Kinh-Luyên Huynh, Royal 22e Régiment."
"Hello Lieutenant," Leroy answered back, "I take it that you are our guards for today?"
The man nodded as they shook hands and introduced themselves.
"Exactly. I've also been notified that this is a field trip to find possible items from earth?"
"Yes," Colbert answered, "Some of my students will be accompanying us."
"Is that everyone?" The Lieutenant asked, counting them and making sure that he had enough spare seating for them. Colbert nodded.
"Brisebois, radio HQ for another truck." the Canadian ordered as his radio operator nodded before he turned his attention to them, "We'll be riding with the locals."
Saito took a good glance at the men as they introduced themselves to the others. Both wore white camouflage over their green uniforms. Huynh was an average man that was clearly Asian with black hair, dark brown eyes behind a pair of glasses and large front teeth while his pronto was a tall redhead with pale brown eyes.
"I'm Lady Kirche Augusta Frederica Von Anhalt-Zerbst, the Ardent Flame of Germania," Kirche said in her usual seductive tone as she flipped her hair, "I am quite pleased to such fine and handsome soldiers. This is Flame, my familiar."
She pointed to a red lizard that clearly looked like a Pokemon.
"T-thank you Lady Von Anhalt-Zerbst," Huynh stammered briefly before clearing his throat, "Sprechen sie Deutsch Frau?"
Kirche's eyes lit up in surprise.
"Ja, aber ist kein Deutsch. Es ist Germanian."
"Didn't know you spoke German sir?" Brisebois remarked, slightly rolling his eyes at his superior's showing off.
"Just a bit."
Kirche was a bit disappointed while the men moved on to Tabitha who introduced herself in her usual monoworded way. The girl looked absolutely tiny next to the two Canadians.
"Tabitha."
"Oh come on Tabitha, you can at least tell them about your titles," Kirche exclaimed, "She is Tabitha the Blizzard, Chevalier de Norfault."
"Not necessary."
"Pleased to meet you Chevalier."
When it was Saito and Louise's turn to be introduced, both Canadian soldiers froze for an instant before talking. The two men had already seen them at the Portal when the Princess had arrived.
"Hello Lieutenant Huynh, I'm Hiraga Saito and this is Lady Louise-Françoise Le Blanc de la Vallière," the teen said.
"Pleased to meet you My Lady, M. Hiraga," Huynh replied, "Or is it M. Saito?"
The teen was surprised.
"How did you-"
"Guess which one was your last name?" the Canadian replied, "I happen to be Vietnamese and if wasn't for the fact that I was in the Army, I'd introduce myself by Huynh Kinh-Luyên. So you aren't from around here are you?"
Louise grew nervous again and wrapped her arm around his. Could this man take Saito away?
"I'm from Japan in fact."
His eyes narrowed for a few seconds.
"I see. Must be an interesting story how you got here eh?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, you can tell us about it later then kid."
The pair of Canadian troops finally got to the last one in the group, Guiche. He puffed out his chest like a peacock before waving his rose wand dramatically.
"I am Guiche André-François de Grammond, The bronze, third son of Marshal François-Joseph Louis de Grammond," he boasted dramatically, "My father's army is the one that guards Tristain's southern borders. I am honored to finally meet the fine soldiers of our new Canadian allies."
"I'm pleased to meet you milord," Huynh replied flatly, not impressed by the young man's theatrics.
"This is my beloved and magnificent Verdandi."
He pointed to what seemed to be an oversized mole.
"Pleased to meet you Verdandi."
"What about you?" Brisebois asked Siesta, "You are?"
She curtsied before the corporal. "I am Siesta. I'm a maid here at the Academy. I was invited by Professor Colbert."
Huynh couldn't help but have an odd feeling about Siesta. Her traits were unusual compared to the other mages he saw so far.
"Please, there's no need to for such formalities Miss," the corporal said quickly, "I'm a very average man."
"Yes." The mage explained. "The town we're going to- Tarbes- is her home. We hoped she could help us as a guide." Lieutenant Huynh nodded.
"So what are we looking for, exactly?" He directed the question at Leroy and Richer.
"Well, Lieutenant, we're investigating the possibility of a lost aircraft being here."
"I see. Any idea what it is?"
"It looks like a monoplane painted in green and white," Richer answered, "It's been here for almost a century according to the local legends. Do you still have that drawing Jean?"
Colbert nodded and rummaged through his pack.
"Almost a hundred years eh?" Huynh had a hand on his chin, "Must be from the 30's or 40's then. You're in luck, I happen to be a historian."
"Here you go Lieutenant," Colbert said, handing the man the drawing. Huynh's brow furrowed in concentration as he analyzed the drawing. Siesta glimpsed it from the side and her eyes went wide.
"Definitely from the late 30's to early 40's. This could be very interesting."
Just then, another truck arrived.
"We'll continue this conversation on the truck," Huynh said as he led the group to the truck. Tabitha walked up to him.
"Not needed," she said as Sylphid landed next to her, "Will meet you in Tarbes."
"Right. Everyone on board!" he called out, pointing towards the truck, "Brisebois, you get on first and give them a hand getting on."
"Yes sir," Brisebois climbed on the back of the truck and began helping Saito climb up. The teen then helped Louise get up. Siesta was then hoisted on board by Brisebois. Another pair of soldiers came up to help but there was a slight holdup after Colbert, Leroy and Richer got on board.
"Excuse me Lieutenant," Kirche asked, "But what about our familiars?"
"Huh?"
"Will they be able to ride on your wagon?" she said, pointing to Flame.
The soldiers glanced at the creatures for a moment.
"Will they stay calm?" He asked. That lizard looked like it could put some heavy dents in metal if it started flailing in a panic. Or roast the nearest living person that was unfortunate to be near it. The mole looked fairly harmless on the other hand.
"Flame is a very calm being despite him being as passionate as I am," Kirche replied dramatically, "I have well tamed his ardors."
"Are the students really necessary, Professor Colbert?" Huynh asked politely. The man nodded.
"Yes, it was an expedition organised by me and my colleagues to showcase your world's technology."
"Ah, I understand." the lieutenant said simply, "Very well, we'll get their familiars on board."
"But do not needlessly burden yourself Lieutenant Huynh or your men," Guiche said pompously, "Please tell your men to get out of the way. We can bring our familiars on board."
The officer waved his hand and his men moved out of the way. Guiche then waved his rose wand at Verdandi and chanted a spell. The giant mole-like being began to calmly float towards the back of the truck before landing smoothly.
"I must admit milord," Huynh whistled, "That is quite useful."
"It was but childplay's for me Lieutenant."
Kirche soon did the same thing with Flame. Soon after, the convoy was off towards Tarbes.
"So," Huynh cleared his throat, "Excuse me professors but did you figure out how that portal works?"
The trio of scholar shook their heads.
"We've been working hard on it on both sides of the portal," Leroy answered, "But it's still quite the enigma. Even the mages here don't understand it."
"I must admit that our attentions have been divided between understanding that portal and understand this world's magic," Richer admitted, slightly embarrassed, "So things might have been slower than planned."
Huynh shook his head.
"I can understand. I mean we are dealing with another world at the same time. Some of my friends are itching to come here and check up the place."
"Oh?" Colbert asked, "Are they scientists as well?"
"Yes Professor Colbert," he answered, "Historians to be exact. They can't wait to see how this world became what it is right now. I can understand them since I'm one myself."
"That's what you were saying earlier no?" Saito asked.
"Yup, graduated as a Master's of Contemporary History." The Lieutenant answered proudly, much to the surprise of many of those riding with them.
"Well, some people are making money off the betting pool."Brisebois commented suddenly.
"But why Sir Brisebois?" Guiche asked.
"First off, don't 'sir' me milord," the corporal replied, "I'm just a plain old corporal. Second, we were trying to guess what our officer was doing as a job before he joined the army."
"So you think I was what before?" Huynh asked with a sly grin.
"Well, you're obviously a historian so you must have been a professor."
His CO chuckled.
"Close but not really. Keep guessing gentlemen."
A scowl appeared on Brisebois's face.
"But if you're a scholar," Guiche noted, "Why are you a soldier? Wouldn't it be an easier life?"
"Because I wanted something different I guess." Huynh replied nonchalantly, "That and being an officer helps pay the bills."
"Besides, we're reservists here," Brisebois added, "So we can hold other jobs outside of the Army."
"Reservists?" Siesta asked, "So you are not just soldiers?"
"Well being an officer is more demanding than rank-and-file so it's the only job I have," Huynh explained, "But many of my men have other jobs outside the army."
"Does that mean you are militiamen?!" Guiche spluttered as he realized what these men were before feeling the death glares from the two men.
"Not really. We're trained just as well as the Regular Forces… hell we even have to work harder so we don't let ourselves go." Brisebois answered darkly.
"I meant no offense." Guiche recomposed himself, "It's just that… I didn't expect you to be militiamen. You look so powerful."
"None taken milord."
"But then what is your other job Corporal Brisebois?" Siesta asked curiously.
"Me? I work in a small restaurant in my hometown," he answered casually, "Flipping burgers, frying fries and steaming hot-dogs."
"Burgers? Fries? Hot-dogs?" Siesta tilted her head.
"Ah. You guys don't have those?"
Siesta shook her head.
The corporal began to explain the intricacies of fast-food to the Tristainians, much to his lieutenant's amusement. Saito at some point asked the corporal if he made teriyaki burgers and was disappointed while Kirche occasionally made rather innuendo filled comments. Meanwhile, Siesta was listening raptly to Brisebois' explanations, hoping that she could bring the recipes to Chef Marteau.
Finally, Huynh ordered the platoon to stop after an hour. It was lunchtime after all. His LAV-III's stood watch while his troops were split into two shifts. One to stand guard while the others ate.
"Any of you brought food?" the Lieutenant asked his guests. They all nodded.
"Yes I did," Guiche said dramatically, "But I wish to taste your army's food. Such a mighty ally must surely have excellent rations for their warriors."
The Lieutenant did not miss the silent laughter and fake gagging of his platoon.
"Sure," one of his men said, suppressing a grin, "I could give him some milord."
Some of his squadmates were glaring at him as he placed his ration bag in front of Guiche. The mage noticed the rather odd smell of the food before taking a spoonful and gagging in disgust. Saito and Louise couldn't help but laugh at his predicament. Kirche was howling about the look on his face.
"H-How can you eat this? This is utterly vile!"
Huynh merely shook his head as he had another bite of his food.
"Well milord, these are excellent rations," he explained, "They feed us enough so we can fight as hard as we can. Doesn't mean it has taste better than it does."
"But what about you? Surely a leader shouldn't eat better fare then his men?" he asked.
"Not at all, we all eat the same thing. Helps with cohesion and morale." Huynh explained as he finished his ration, "A proper leader leads his men by example."
Guiche couldn't figure out anything to say.
"Besides," Brisebois chuckled, "The mightier the army, the worst its rations. Keeps the men angry and bloodthirsty for battle."
"Thank god we're not the Americans." Lieutenant Huynh remarked with a short laugh, "They're the most powerful army on Earth."
Guiche shuddered at the thought of even fouler rations.
"Sir?" one of the Canadian soldiers piped up, "Think we have time for them to show off their magic?
Huynh looked at his watch before glancing at his map, quickly calculating his time.
"I suppose we can," he finally said, "Anyone up for building snowmen?"
A few hands were raised and soon, the Van Doos were building up some targets. Three dozen hostile snowmen. Colbert had politely declined the invitation, stating that Kirche was talented enough to demonstrate Fire Magic.
"Alrighty, we've placed a few targets. You'll line up right here," Huynh instructed as he pointed to a line in the snow, "Those Reconquista snowmen are very hostile and need to be eliminated quickly. Each of you have to eliminate twelve targets."
Kirche proudly walked up and summoned a fireball that melted the dangerous snowmen. The rest of the soldiers watched without saying anything.
"That is the power of a true Germanian mage," she boasted, "Only true passion can control such might."
"Not bad at all," Huynh said, scribbling a few notes while trying to figure out if Fire magic would be banned on Earth like napalm.
Next up was Guiche. He chanted a spell before three valkyries appeared from the ground and charged the snowmen, cutting them down. That got a little bit of an reaction from the platoon.
"So you're an Earth mage right?" Huynh asked curiously.
"Yes, hence why I am Guiche the Bronze for I can summon Bronze valkyries to do my bidding."
"Think you can manipulate the ground underneath them?" Brisebois asked, "Like collapsing it under their feet?"
"Of course I can."
"Alright, it's your turn Lady Vallière," Huynh commanded as the pinkette walked up uncertainly.
"Excuse me Lieutenant Huynh," Kirche said worriedly, "But she is known as the Zero. She can't do magic."
"Yes I can!" Louise snapped irritably.
"I'm afraid Kirche is right." Guiche struck a pose. "Louise can produce explosions and nothing else."
"Really?" The Lieutenant looked at the pinkette with a raised eyebrow. "I'd like to see that. Go on." He encouraged. Louise stepped up nervously to her line facing six of the remaining snowman. She took a deep breath, raised her wand, and tried to cast a fire spell. Instead, the ground, and all the snowmen, exploded, leaving only a blackened crater behind.
There was an outbreak of whooping from the Canadian soldiers.
"THAT WAS SO FUCKING BADASS!"
"I believe our combat engineers would love to meet you Lady Vallière." Huynh said, recovering from the shock, jotting that down. That had been almost as big as a C4 charge or a mortar shell. Louise's jaw dropped in shock.
"Why are they cheering?" Kirche asked.
"Because a lot of our problems on the battlefield can easily be solved by a very large explosion," Brisebois explained with a laugh, "Enemy position in the way? Blast it to bits! Obstacle in the way? Blow it up!"
"Told you you were powerful," Saito said as he walked up to her and gave her a quick kiss. The mage stammered while some of the troops wolf whistled and cheered Saito to 'get sum'.
"N-not in front of so many strangers." But she didn't push him off. Louise wasn't used to being praised when she showed off her magic.
"As much as we've had fun," Huynh said seriously, "We have to leave now if we want to stay on schedule."
Soon, the sound of rumbling engines broke the quiet winter morning. Conversations were varied as the mages and Siesta talked with the Canadian troops that rode with them. Colbert in particular was rather quite curious about the Canadian Armed Forces.
"Lieutenant, I wanted know, if it's not too indiscreet," Colbert asked uneasily.
"Hmm go ahead?"
"Do you have any plans for after your time in your nation's army?"
Huynh placed a hand on his chin and looked upwards.
"Good question eh? I honestly never thought of it. Maybe write a book and get a nice teaching job." he said absentmindedly, "Why?"
"I have already seen wars in the past," Colbert explained soberly, "Innocents dying uselessly. Are wars common in your world?"
"Not really," Saito chimed in, "We're mostly at peace."
"A bit more complex than that," Huynh stated, "There's conflicts in alot of places on Earth, quite a few that are forgotten in fact despite taking place for a long time."
Saito looked at the lieutenant.
"Really sir? Like what?"
He looked pensive for a moment.
"Good question actually." he finally said sheepishly, "But to complete what I saying Professor Colbert, it's actually the most peaceful and safest period of my world's history. Less people are dying from war in fact."
"It warms my heart to hear that."
"This is actually the closest my men and I have gotten to a war," Huynh continued, "Most of the time, we get called up to help in relief efforts after natural disasters. Like last year, we had some extremely bad flooding and spent months helping people."
"That is quite commendable Lieutenant," Colbert said pleasantly.
"Anyhow, something's been bugging me though," Huynh said, changing the conversation, "So how did a Japanese kid like you end up in this place?"
"Well it's a long story sir," Saito admitted.
"Don't worry, you got an hour," Huynh replied while some of his men chuckled.
"I don't think you can beat our Lieutenant's bad stories," Brisebois remarked.
So the young man told his story of how he came to live in Halkeginia with Louise's help. She mainly made sure he didn't brag too much. There was much amusement from the Canadians when he explained how he described Canada and the United States. Louise had more or less told what really happened.
"To be honest, the Americans are sort of like that," one of the Canadian troopers chuckled.
"I actually saw you two arriving in Canada," Huynh added.
"What?"
"We were guarding the portal M. Hiraga. That's all I can say."
"Euh ok."
Nearly an hour had passed when the convoy, having travelled through snow-filled roads surrounded by barely touched forests reached the top of a hill.
Looking down, the passengers could see a large town. Smoke gently rose from the chimneys while children played around in the snow. Men returned to their homes, carrying firewood while women were carrying their foodstuff from the market. In the center was what they assumed was a church with its high tower.
'Some things never change,' Huynh mused as he turned to Siesta who was chatting with Brisebois.
"So Miss Siesta? Do you know anything about this 'Dragon's raiment'? It's a local legend around here, is it not?"
She nodded as she looked more serious.
"Yes, I must confess something important Lieutenant," she said.
"Hm?"
"I know exactly what it is you're looking for. I realized it as soon as I saw the drawing in your carriage."
"I see," Colbert cut in, "Do you know where it is Miss Siesta?"
"Yes, it's a relic that belongs to my family." she explained, "It's hidden in one of the caves."
The Earth professors and Lieutenant Huynh looked at her in surprise.
"How did it come into your family's possession exactly?" Leroy asked curiously. They got a bombshell answer.
"My great-grandfather was the man who wore the Dragon's Raiment." She explained, "He was a strange man from what my grandfather and father told me. He would tell them stories about where he came from."
"Do you know these stories Miss Siesta?" Huynh asked, more impatiently, "Do you know what his land was like?"
He took a good look at her and noticed the odd shape of her eyes compared to the other Halkeginians. He knew something about her seemed odd, now he realized: It reminded him erringly of his half-Vietnamese, half-Canadian relatives. This girl wasn't full Western European or whatever the people here were.
She nodded.
"I can tell you but my father remembers it better than me. He'd be happy to tell you about it."
"Of course, young lady." The Earth scientists agreed. She gave them directions to her family's home. As the IFV's and truck drove towards Tarbes, the townspeople stopped what they were doing. Some hid away inside their homes, fearful of these loud carriages and the strange men aboard them while others silently watched in curiosity. The sound of flapping wings confirmed that Tabitha and her familiar had been waiting for them. The silent girl landed with her dragon near the troop transports.
On his truck, Huynh was making a call back to headquarters, reporting the latest development and surprising his superiors. Once the convoy had stopped outside the city, Huynh and his men disembarked.
"Alarie, Gingras and Wai, I want you and your sections to guard the LAV's," he ordered his squad leaders, "Mahmoud, you and your section will be with me and the ViP's for this task. Understood?"
Everyone nodded in the affirmative before moving into position. Huynh's group walked into the town, with the inhabitants still looking at them. The Canadians would occasionally wave and smile at the locals, trying to reassure them of their goodwill.
"So miss Siesta?" Leroy said, "What can you tell us about your hometown?"
The maid was slightly flustered at being asked such a question.
"It's a small town really," she explained, "Nothing extraordinary about it."
"I see." Small towns holding extraordinary secrets? Like a book or movie.
"Here we are," Siesta said as they stopped in front of a house. The girl walked up the door and knocked on it, revealing a man and woman in their late forties. The maid quickly greeted her parents before her father noticed the mismatched group of scientists, nobles and unusually dressed musketeers.
"Who are these people?", he asked curiously as he eyed them.
"These are people that are from the Academy and Earth papa," she answered, "They've come to speak to you."
"Greeting sir," Leroy introduced himself, "I am professor Arthur Leroy from the Université de Montréal and the men with me are professors Jean Colbert and Benjamin Richer. The man guarding us is Lieutenant Kinh-Luyên of the Canadian Armed Forces. May we come in?"
The dark haired man glanced at the soldiers but Lieutenant Huynh shook his head.
"Don't worry sir, my men will stay outside and keep watch," he stated, "Only me and Corporal Brisebois will come in."
"Siesta, what is the meaning of this?" her mother asked, concerned at the sight of a such a party in front of their humble house.
"It's about great-grandfather," she explained, trying to break the tension, "They wish to see his Dragon's Raiment."
Siesta's father's face took a harsh expression.
"That relic is not for sell," he answered sternly. Leroy shook his head.
"M?"
"Franco Sasaki," he replied. "That is a family treasure entrusted to my care."
Huynh shook his head. That name was definitely Asian sounding. He felt someone tapping on his shoulder and turned his head to an excited Saito.
"Gimme a sec alright?" The lieutenant waved him off. This was a professional matter.
"Sir, your family treasure might be a dangerous weapon from our world." He explained professionally, "We have orders to confirm if this is true or not."
"M. Sasaki," Leroy continued, "We believe also that your grandfather was from our world. Seeing this weapon would confirm this theory."
"I believe that this Dragon's Raiment could greatly help Tristain," Colbert added, "I merely wish to see it."
"And if you refuse, I'm afraid I'll have to tell my superiors. And they will have to talk to Princess Henrietta." The Canadian officer warned. Now Siesta's father looked concerned. It wasn't hard to see that sentence as a threat.
"Excuse me Lieutenant?" Saito nagged much to the man's annoyance.
"Yes" he said, barely hiding exasperation.
"Sasaki is a Japanese name sir." Saito pointed out, causing the gears in the Lieutenant's head to turn. Siesta gasped lightly at hearing this.
"May come we inside? It's quite cold out here and we don't want your home to lose it's heat," Richer suggested before introducing himself. Franco nodded as his wife led them inside. The scientists, Colbert, and Lieutenant Huynh soon followed. The students and the two infantry sections stayed outside. After a bit of back and forth between the adults, Saito (and by extension Louise) were allowed too due to the cultural link he could provide.
As they entered the small house, they could see a young teenager along with six other children staring at them fearfully before scampering away. It was fairly rustic in appearance with simple wooden furniture and few decorations. The sound of a fire crackling added to its rusticness.
Arriving in the dining room, they could see a round table with enough sitting place.
Siesta's mother had started cooking as while everyone sat down.
"So what makes you certain that my family treasure is a weapon from your world?" Franco asked warily.
Colbert produced his drawing and showed it to the father.
"I heard of it from a merchant that had travelled through Tarbes who told me what it looked like," the mage explained, "He also had a vial of its blood that I bought and replicated. When I showed these two things to my friends from Earth, they recognized as an airplane from their world."
"Airplane?"
"Our world's airships," Leroy explained, "The story that Colbert told us has us believing that it's from a period of war on Earth."
"Can you tell us about your grandfather?" Richer spoke up, "How he came to this land?"
Franco nodded.
"When I was a child, my grandfather Takeo, would tell us stories from his world. He claimed that he was an honorable sky knight that fought for his God-Emperor against a barbaric alliance of states that encroached on his people's lands and to protect their women and children from those barbarians."
Huynh looked like he had bit a very sour lemon. Siesta was listening intently, always loving to hear about that amazing story. It was even better now that she could have heard about the world where her great-grandfather came from. Saito was fascinated as well… it was a bridge to Japan.
"Sky knight?" Leroy asked.
The man nodded.
"He and his partner were flying over a great peaceful sea in their Dragon Raiments to train to take off from great island ships when the single moon of their world blocked their sun," Franco continued, "Both of them appeared in our world and flew until his partner disappeared. My grandfather's Dragon Raiment ran out of power and he landed near here."
"What happened next?" Saito asked suddenly.
"My grandfather ran across a young woman that tried to help him," Franco continued, "And she taught him the ways of our land. She was my grandmother."
"Did he have any troubles getting used to your lands?" Huynh asked, thinking how lucky it was that the man in question didn't go full Nanking on the local girl.
"His language was unlike any of those spoken here and even later in his life, it still showed," the man explained.
"I see."
"His Dragon's Raiment was one of the most precious things that he had and he would spend much of his time caring for it. When he got old, my grandfather paid a noble to put a spell to protect it and demanded that he be buried next to it."
The Earth scientists and the lieutenant all had the same idea but it was Richer that spoke up first.
"Listen, M. Sasaski," he pleaded, "Please allow us to return that plane to Earth. I assure you that we have people that will take very good care of the Raiment. It is a valuable thing in our world."
"There's also a chance that you may have relatives still living on Earth as well," Leroy added, "They would be very happy to realize that they have family here. I think it would also allow to see how your ancestors lived on Earth. Surely you've been curious about the world your grandfather talked about so much? This is an opportunity for you to find out."
Huynh momentarily glared at Leroy but kept his cool. Siesta's father still looked agitated when his wife placed a bowl of soup in front of him. Saito's eyes lit up as he recognized its smell while Louise did her best to avoid drooling.
"Sir? Do you know what that is?" he asked, throwing a glance at the bowl.
Franco nodded.
"It's a soup that my grandfather taught my grandmother. It's passed down from generation to generation in our family. I've even taught Siesta how to make it."
"It's a Japanese soup. My mother used to make it for me."
"Really?"
Saito nodded.
"Papa, can you show them the Dragon's Raiment?" Siesta pleaded, "They are trustworthy and they will hold their promise."
"To be honest sir," Huynh added, "A lot of people on Earth will be willing to pay you a large sum of money for it. A plane built from that period is a treasured relic on Earth by many collectors."
The man finally relented.
"I will take you to the Dragon's raiment."
After a short moment, Franco had finished his bowl of soup and dressed himself for the winter. The group exited the house where the rest of the party waited. Huynh quickly gathered his men before leaving. As they walked through Tarbes, the Lieutenant sent out a report to his superiors about the very good progress they were making.
"So Lieutenant?" Saito chimed, "What plane do you think it is?"
"Probably an A6M Zero," Huynh answered, "Since Siesta's great-grandfather is the only one to have come from that plane, that excludes the D3A Val dive-bomber and the B5N Kate torpedo bomber. It can't be an Imperial Japanese Army fighter since the story had him flying from a carrier."
Saito was impressed.
"Did you learn that in school?"
"Nah, learnt it for fun," Huynh replied, grinning , "Little boys will always be attracted to any cool looking machine that moves fast and loud."
Saito nodded in agreement.
As they arrived at the edge of the village, they could hear the familiar sound of a snowball fight and laughter. It seemed that the Canadians troops watching the vehicles had gotten bored and decided to have some fun. Some of the children had joined in and were enjoying themselves. Huynh couldn't help but smile a bit before turning more serious and ordering his men to get ready to move.
After a 15 minute drive, the group had arrived at the entrance of a cave. It was rather quite large for a cave. There was excitement amongst the Academy students and professors. Huynh ordered one of his sections in first with Franco to clear the way of any obstacles. Colbert was particularly enthusiast as he discussed with Leroy and Richer.
"This is rather extraordinary," Colbert said, "I'm looking forward to seeing this airplane. Do you think that I would able to merge its technology with windstones to create an airship?"
Leroy leaned back in thought.
"I'm not sure but it might be possible Jean. This is a bit outside of my field of competence but I am very certain that there are scholars on Earth who would be happy to work with you on it."
Meanwhile, Guiche, not very interested in the discussion, decided to chat with Lieutenant Huynh and Saito.
"Excuse me Lieutenant, but do you know how powerful this wondrous weapon is?" Guiche asked curiously, "Is it as magnificent as its name? A Dragon's Raiment, such wonder."
"It wasn't called a Dragon's Raiment," Huynh answered, "It was called a Mitsubishi A6M Zero fighter. No one uses it anymore since it's been outdated since almost 80 years."
"Zero fighter?" Kirche asked with a smile, "Was it because it couldn't win battles or wars? Or was it because it could only explode?"
Louise tensed up and glared at the Germanian mage. Huynh put a hand on his chin as he tried to remember what he learned about the plane.
"It has something to do with the year it was first made. Something about it being built during Year Zero of the Japanese calendar and something to do with the Japanese emperor." Huynh explained, indirectly reassuring Louise. "Although it did have a reputation for blowing up when it got hit."
"Really? Why did they use it during a war then?"
"It was still a fairly good plane though, one of the best at the beginning of the Second World War," Huynh explained, "It was very agile as a plane and had decent weapons. Unfortunately, it was rather flimsy and we caught on and built better planes that blew them out of the skies."
"So it wasn't a complete failure then?" Kirche pressed on, "Unlike another Zero?" Louise fumed, until Saito put his hands on her shoulders.
"It was a decent plane for its time but it was built during a great war during which every country constantly worked to create more powerful weapons and built as many as they could. Turns out Japan couldn't make a better plane so they kept building the Zeroes and well they lost the war against us."
"But why do you want to recover that weapon then?" Guiche asked, "If it's a bad weapon. There is nothing you can learn from it."
"Well Milord, simple, it's a relic of the past and we like to conserve them so that future generation can learn about them," Huynh answered. "And it wasn't bad at first."
"But your nation still won against them so there is no point for you to preserve it," Guiche continued, "Your enemy was weak and should be forgotten no?"
Huynh looked at him with an angry glint in his eyes.
"Japan was one of the brutal nations that help start one of the most terrible wars of our time. During that war, 60 million people died in horrible ways because of power-hungry leaders. We do not wish to forget that war because we do not want such a terrible war to happen again."
The lieutenant's explanation caught Colbert's attention who had a haunted look on his face.
"How terrible," he sighed, "Tell me that such war happened long ago."
Huynh shook his head.
"It's been only 80 years since the Second World War ended and a century since the First World War ended."
"Didn't you say that your world was at peace?"
"Yes it is. After those wars, the wars got smaller and smaller," Huynh answered before turning back to a stunned Guiche, "Also, Milord, never, ever underestimate an enemy. That's how you get you and your men killed."
Just then, the sound of running boots caught their attention. It was a pair of soldiers who emerged from a cave.
"Sir, we've found a plane. Looks like something from World War 2."
With that, the group dove into the cave. The troops had lit their flashlights inside the dark cave but they began to see light at the end of the tunnel. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived into a large plateau where the other soldiers and Franco awaited them. The trees were devoid of leaves, winter having done its work. A light coat of snow covered the ground. One thing stood out in particular: A large wooden, barn-like structure that was quite weathered but still looked sturdy.
"My family and I have been maintaining this shelter whenever we could," Franco explained, "Inside lies the Dragon's Raiment."
"Can you open it up?" The lieutenant questioned. Franco stepped forward and did just that. The doors creaked opened before light entered the building and filled it.
"Ben tabarnak! It's a fucking Zero alright!" The lieutenant couldn't help but exclaim when the warehouse door opened and the light filtered in.
Louise stiffened for a moment while Saito's eyes lit up when he recognized it too. It was clear- the thing in front of them was a Mitsubishi A6M Zero, one of the most famous Japanese warplanes of WWII. A nimble fighter of the Imperial Air Naval Service that had given the Allies much grief for the first years of the great conflict. Now it was here in Halkagenia.
"Amazing…" The Earth scientists were awed. Saito realized though that this meant something, something he'd suspected back when he'd seen that soup.
"Siesta, you're really part Japanese!" He told her. "Your great-grandfather really was from the same country as me!"
"What?"
"That plane is from my home country!" he continued, "We used it during the last great war we fought. That means your great-grandfather was a pilot from our world."
"He's buried right there." Franco pointed to a tombstone, "He showed us how to engrave these strange symbols on it."
That caught Saito's curiosity as he walked up to the tombstone and began to read the inscription
"Second Lieutenant Sasaki Takeo of the Imperial Japanese Navy, Sleeps in an unknown land. Sir, it's Japanese!"
"I guess that confirms it then." Huynh reached for his radio, then stopped when he realized the signal probably wouldn't get out of here. He'd have to walk back out of the cave, "Impressive spell though. There's not a single speck of rust on this old thing."
"Sir? Can I take a look inside?" Saito had returned inside the improvised hangar, "I think I can check if everything still works."
Huynh nodded.
"Go ahead but don't break anything and press anything. Last thing I need is a 20mm cannon shell blowing someone's head off." They didn't actually know if it had live ammo, but it was possible.
As soon as Saito touched the plane, his runes began to glow. Pushing open the cockpit, he slid in and looked over the controls. Despite having never been on a plane in his life, he could immediately tell what everything did and where everything was located. That was the benefit the runes provided. He could also read what was written on the controls as he began to press buttons and pull levers.
"It still has some fuel left in it!"
"Well then don't touch any-"
The engine roared to life, startling everyone.
"Calisse de tabarnak!" Huynh swore as he ran up to the wings and climbed up to the cockpit where Saito was having a blast.
"Cut that engine out now!"
"But-"
"Now," Huynh growled, grabbing the back of Saito's collar. The teen quickly complied as he cut off the engine.
"Now get out of the plane ok?" He kept a tight grip on his collar and no doubt would've hauled him out himself if he didn't comply.
"Yes sir," Saito whined as they got off the plane, "But why?"
"Because starting up an 80 year-old plane without checking if the engine is still safe is a good way of blowing yourself up M. Hiraga," Huynh scolded before realizing something else.
"How the fuck did you start the plane's engine?!"
"W-well, it's because of these runes," Saito stammered, "T-They allow to master any weapon when I touch them."
Huynh's eyes widened. This was something that needed to put on his report.
"I see," he finally said before ordering everyone back outside and contacting Headquarters.
After a few moments of radio discussion, Huynh nodded and turned his attention to the group.
"I've just gotten my orders. My men are to stay here for tonight since we got orders to guard the plane until relieved. The professors are allowed to stay for research purpose while M. Hiraga and Lady Vallière will be invited to say as local liaisons. The other students are free to go however."
"What are you going to do?" Franco demanded, "About the plane?"
"That's for my superiors to decide." Huynh simply told him, "But I can tell you that I have orders to guard the plane and Tarbes for the next few days."
"WWII Fighter Plane Discovered in Halkegenia!" declared newspaper and online headlines just under a week later.
The Zero had been promptly secured upon its discovery. And once it was deduced that it was not only still fueled and functional but carrying live ammunition, the guard doubled. Siesta's family was questioned about the plane, promised hefty compensation, and then it was quickly gone the next day, carefully maneuvered through the portal and taken to a Canadian Air Force base.
Now they just had to figure out what to do with it. Saito, much to his government's relief, had been nearly forgotten from the time he appeared back on Earth months ago. But this plane and the confirmation that a Imperial Japanese pilot had landed in that world and even planted a family tree had thrust Japan back into the spotlight once again.
The internet was going crazy over the discovery. Conspiracy theories about WWII and secret weapons projects. Even the US and Canada were started to wonder something. Once was a fluke. Twice was a coincidence. But this marked the third instance something from Japan had gone to Halkegenia. The Japanese government realized that too.
But there wasn't any pressure at the moment. For now, both the US and Japan were comparing records and looking for identification on the plane to determine when and where it might've gone down. They eventually tracked down a name and squadron for the pilot- Imperial Japanese Navy Second Lieutenant Takeo Sasaki, disappeared February 4th, 1943 over Northern Japan. They had a name and face, but things only got stranger from there.
The man's family was informed, obviously, but a different family also stepped forward to the Japanese authorities once the news broke. Their great-grandfather had been a Zero pilot in WWII. And in the exact same unit as the deceased. The family gave his war diary to the authorities, and it revealed something astounding. The writing, verified by experts to be decades old, detailed an event on that exact date.
It said he and the missing pilot had flown towards an eclipse that day, and found themselves in a new world. They'd flown back towards the eclipse to get home. He'd made it, but his wingman never did. He'd never revealed this anywhere except in his journal.
Even more record searching went on. An eclipse had indeed occurred on that day, visible from Northern Japan, Alaska, and Far Eastern Russia. And US records revealed that several American aircraft had also mysteriously vanished on that exact same day, presumed lost to hostile action or weather.
The indication was clear- something about a total eclipse linked their worlds together. They weren't sure exactly how, and this information didn't help explain the portal in downtown Montreal, but some of them were convinced it brought them closer to understanding what was going on.
The information was quickly classified, known only to the highest scientific, US, Canadian, and Japanese authorities. This was a development that would be further explored in secret, because if it was true, then it meant a very unpleasant reality.
That any power on Earth could conceivably reach the other world.
Saito was nervous, more nervous even then when he and Louise had been questioned when they'd gone to Earth. Then again, he hadn't been flown by armed soldiers to a literal prison by the sea then. Colbert and Louise had come with him. The trio were sitting inside a small interrogation room.
A pair of familiar men entered the room, dressed in simple suits and with glasses.
"Good day M. Hiraga," Devers said neutrally, "It's nice to see you again but we wished that it was under friendlier circumstances."
"Eh? What's happening M. Devers?" the teen asked, not liking the choice of words.
"You've had an exciting year, haven't you? Hanging out with Royals and Heads of State and having a major role in one of the biggest events in human history this century," Harper answered seriously, "Something the average man can only dream of, eh?"
"Yes? What does this have to do with anything?"
Devers nodded.
"You have been quite helpful but-"
"What did Saito do wrong?!" Louise almost shouted.
"Please calm down Lady Vallière," Devers ordered, his ears ringing from her shrill voice, "There are some limits to the things you can do though." He finished his sentence.
"I don't understand. What's going on?"
"Those runes of yours," Harper pointed out, "What exactly are they? We've been hearing quite a few things about them."
Saito blanched and couldn't find his voice.
"Do you know anything about them? Are they common?" Devers asked, "More importantly, we feel that they are a danger to us and we wonder why should we keep you around?"
The teen stammered something about not understanding them beyond giving him mastery of any weapon.
"I can explain everything," Colbert spoke up, "M. Devers? M. Harper?"
"Yes?"
"I've been investigating how Saito appeared in our world ever since his arrival," the scholar said, "Including those runes."
"Go on."
"Those runes are unusual for us and it took me much effort to finally find their true nature," Colbert explained, "They mark him as the Gandálfr or the Left Hand of God. A chosen familiar."
"This 'familiar' stuff again, but what does it mean?" Harper asked, slightly irritated.
"It means that Saito is capable of mastering anything built as a weapon," Colbert explained, "I am still trying to confirm my theory about why was he summoned and why he got those runes specifically."
"What is this theory?" Devers asked, carefully noting every word.
"That Lady Vallière is a Void Mage. Only a Void Mage can summon another living human as a familiar. The person would be their partner and guardian" He revealed, making Louise gape. "My apologies, Lady Valliere, I was looking for an opportunity to discuss this with you in better circumstances." He told her.
"Void magic?"
"A lost element of magic," Colbert explained, "We believe that Brimir was the last known Void Mage."
"We know that." The men sat back. This was bigger than they'd thought. At most, they figured they'd have to ban Saito from dealing with anymore matters diplomatic, scientific, or military. But if what they'd learned of this world's history was correct, this was a monumental deal.
"What proof do you have of this?" Harper wondered, "You must understand that I have trouble believing this."
"Right now, it is a theory at best," Colbert admitted, "I've discussed this with Old Osmond and I'm afraid we have been unable to go any further with this."
"I see," Devers said, "Is there anyone else that have received word of this theory?"
Colbert shook his head.
"The headmaster only trusted me with this research. For a Void Mage to appear after all this time would be amazing to say the least." He shook his head. "But we have no desire to possibly bring the Church here without solid proof."
"The Church?" Now they were getting off topic.
"Void Mage is associated with our Holy Founder Brimir as he used it to lead our people and establish the four Blessed Realms. If a Void Mage was to appear in any country, the Church would surely seek to bring them under their wing."
"Is that so? Excuse us, please." Both agents suddenly rose from their seats and left the room.
"Louise?" Saito noticed his girlfriend looking pale.
"I'm a Void Mage?" she muttered to herself, "That can't be right? I'm just the Zero."
"Louise," the teen said with more firmness in his voice as he wrapped his arms around her small frame, "I told you you were powerful."
"The church'll take me away," she muttered before Saito kissed her.
"I won't let them take you away. You'll be safe with me." He assured. Colbert watched the two, worrying about what we might just have done.
Outside, a very different conversation was taking place.
"This is well above a fucking security risk." Devers groaned.
"Indeed, we can't detain her and M. Hiraga," Harper stated, "We can't be sure if the Princess would shield her or send her to the Church. We can at least tell our superiors."
"Yes, this is above our paygrade."
" What about that Saito kid?" Harper wondered. "The girl's up in the air, but that kid is definitely not normal."
"We'll keep him away from any important business, especially anything weapon-related, at least for now. I think we oughta open a full case file on those two though. The kid's a cultural liaison and the girl is close to the Princess; they're important to the effort."
"We have to be careful then."
"Right…" He looked back towards the door to the interrogation room. "No point delaying- let's go tell the brass and see what they want to do."
It was another hour later that Saito, Colbert, and Louise, who still seemed to be in a trace, were let out of the interrogation room by other staff and taken to have some food. Louise barely touched hers despite her boyfriend's prodding. If was after that meal that Devers and Harper returned to them. Both men were wearing packs.
"M. Higara." Dever's voice was cold, factual. "As of 30 minutes ago, you've been blacklisted. You are not permitted to communicate or visit with any diplomatic or military personnel or installations under any circumstances, even as guests of the Princess. You can, however, continue acting as a cultural liaison in scientific matters that do not concern weapons. Do you understand?" He asked. Saito blanched back at the man.
"B-but why?" He stuttered.
"To put it honestly: you're dangerous and valuable at the same time. We don't know exactly how those runes affect you beyond turning you into a walking weapon. Reconquista would want to get their hands on you and use your powers against us M. Hiraga, " Harper explained calmly. "And since we've been told you and your girlfriend are fond of having little adventures...we'll be coming back to watch you."
"M. Devers, M. Harper." Colbert stood up, sounding concerned. "This is-"
"Sit down, Professor." Devers raised a hand. "We're coming to keep an eye on you and the headmaster too." Now Colbert looked alarmed. "We need to see all the information you've gathered on these runes."
"Officially, we're here to keep an eye on you against any hostile threats." Harper came up, "Given that Lady Vallière is a close friend of her Highness with potent magical abilities, M. Hiraga a highly skilled liaison person and M. Colbert a scientific genius, they require protection from Reconquista. This is what you'll tell anyone who asks about us, understand?"
"At the same time," Devers added in, "It'll be a bonus for your social standing Lady Vallière, "You'll be under guard because of how valuable you are to our efforts."
They were trying to sugarcoat it, but Saito could see the writing of the wall and what was really going on- they were going to be prisoners.
Military efficiency was a beautiful thing. In the two months since the base attack, with an increase in troops numbers and resource dedication, the American and Canadian Embassies had been finished and open, operating efficiently for most of that time now. They still had reduced functions- there was no immigration department, for example, but there was still a lot of work to be done.
Sitting in the manor parlor again though, Ambassador Fitzgerald had to admit he might have liked the cozy appeal compared to the office setting of the Embassy. With the Embassies opening on the same day, the US and Canada had vacated the manor and passed it on for someone else to use- the British diplomatic party. All three Anglo nations had business with the Princess that day, and their Ambassadors were just having a meeting before heading out. Their host was just telling them about what the public opinion was like in the UK at that moment.
"If war should break out tomorrow, I'm fairly certain thousands of Northern Irish volunteers would step forward to enlist," Lord Richardson, the British Ambassador, explained as he sipped his tea, "To be honest, I think the Irish Defense Force would demand the UN to allow them to join us."
"Your people certainly seem up in arms over this Cromwell."
"Well, Ambassador, let me put it like this: if you had a chance to go back in time and fight against Hitler, would you?"
"You have me there."
The men chuckled lightly before the door opened, revealing one of the staff members.
"Ambassadors, your transports to the Palace are ready." They were told.
"Right, let's get to it, shall we?"
With that, the ambassadors were off by armoured limousine and surrounded by their escorts teams. By now, the locals barely glanced up at the strange carriages when they made their way to the palace.
The arrived, the usual formalities were exchanged, and all three men found themselves having an audience with Princess Henrietta.
"Greetings, your Highness. We hope you are doing well today." Fitzgerald greeted.
"I am very well. Splendid, even." the young royal answered, "I am quite happy to discuss with you about M. Trudeau and M. Trump's upcoming visit." It had taken a lot of security reviewing, but both leaders had agreed to visit Tristain for three days to see how things were, reassure Tristain, and make their mark in history of the first leaders from Earth to visit Halkegenia. This was the last meeting to confirm things. "It will be a joyful occasion as I will be coronated as Queen of Tristain at the same time."
"Really, your highness?" Ambroise was surprised. "That is great news. You have our congratulations." Henrietta nodded.
"Thank you. It's been decided I will be coronated on my 18th Birthday. As it turns out, that falls in the same week we've been discussing for your leaders to visit."
"That is quite a coincidence." Ambroise remarked while all three men turned over a certain fact in their head- 18th Birthday. This whole time, Henrietta had been a teenager. They'd assumed as much, but they'd thought her closer to 20.
"M. Trump and M. Trudeau are invited to attend, if they wish." Henrietta offered.
"May I ask a small favour of you, your Highness?" Richardson asked politely. The princess nodded.
"Yes Lord Richardson?"
"Would it be possible for members of the British Royal Family to attend this ceremony?" he asked respectfully. The British had been considering such a visit anyway to build up relations; in fact, it was the point of him accompanying the American and Canadian ambassadors this day, but this was a great opportunity for a media coup.
"It would be acceptable of course," Henrietta answered, "They are welcome to come. Will Queen Elizabeth be able to attend? Archduchess Marianne has wished to meet her."
Richardson shook his head.
"I must apologize on her Majesty's behalf but her health is quite fragile and her personal doctor has stated that she cannot leave her palace."
"I understand."
There was a slight disappointment in Henrietta's voice.
"But it would perhaps possible for the Princes to attend."
"They shall be welcomed then."
Ambroise cleared his throat.
"There is another matter we wish to address with you," he said, "Do you remember our media?"
Henrietta nodded. They had discussed it as one of the factors while Trump and Trudeau visited.
"We'll allow them to enter the country as well."
"Will they be allowed to cover the coronation?" Fitzgerald asked, "It would be something that everyone on Earth would want to watch."
"They might even find a way to show it to all your citizens who can't attend." Richardson proposed. "I'm sure they would be thrilled to see it."
Henrietta nodded.
"The coronations have always been only open to the nobility," she said, "If your media is able to do such a thing, it would be indeed thrilling for the commoners who cannot attend it."
"Very well then," Fitzgerald said, "We'll discuss with our leaders about the coronation. I believe that they would wish to be present. On which day of our previously discussed plans is the coronation happening?"
"It'll will be on the last day of their visit." Henrietta informed them. That was good; that could be easily worked with.
"Splendid," Ambroise said, "Let us review the schedule before we discuss with our leaders. The first day was reserved for a tour of the country, and remaining two were to discuss the progress and relations between our nations."
"Assuming the invitation to the coronation is accepted, our leaders will arrive in separate convoys," Fitzgerald explained, "They'll visit the Academy very quickly before heading to the Royal Palace. Afterall, they've wished to meet your Regency Council."
"My council looks forward to meeting them as well," Henrietta replied before turning to the British ambassador, "What about your princes Lord Richardson?"
"I believe that they will arrive on the day of the Coronation," Richardson answered, "The conference between your nation, Canada, us and the United States is an important affair and they do not desire to interrupt it, your Highness. They are also quite comfortable in delegating these matters to me."
"I see. Thank you." Henrietta nodded.
"As for the meetings themselves, the main topic of these meetings will be the economic and security situation." Fitzgerald brought it back to topic. "Unless there is another matter you think important to discuss?" He asked Henrietta respectfully.
"Perhaps educational matters?" she suggested, "I've heard rather interesting tales about your people's education systems from M. Hiraga."
"Oh?"
"Yes, I wish to expand Tristain's schools," Henrietta suggested, "To help the commoners learn to read since I understand that your nations prosper because of literacy."
"Your Highness, that can be something that can be discussed," Ambroise said, "Our leaders will be quite happy to hear of your proposal."
"The talks are still being held at the Royal Palace?" Fitzgerald asked. Henrietta nodded.
"Yes, since the Palace is the most secure place in Tristain," Henrietta answered, "With the additional funds we've gotten in the past months, our mages and stonecutters have been working to reinforce the Palace's warding."
"Splendid."
"The Palace's guest quarters are also available to your leaders," Henrietta added, "Should the need be."
The ambassadors shook their heads politely.
"Our embassies are fully operational and are more adapted to answer our leaders' needs and requirements," Fitzgerald explained, "But we appreciate the invitation and should an emergency occur, we'll be using your Palace."
"Very well," Henrietta said, "Is the banquet still going as planned?"
"We have no objections," Ambroise answered confidently, "I believe that M. Trudeau would be pleased to be treated to hospitality."
"The same goes for M. Trump."
"Wonderful," Henrietta answered, clasping her hands, "I believe that we have discussed all that we need to for the visit."
"Very well, we shall contact our leaders."
"Thank you Ambassador Ambroise and good day to you as well," Trudeau said as he hung up the phone. He was certain that Trump was doing the same right now and had taken the same decision in accepting the invitation to the coronation. The Prime Minister was taken aback when he found out that Henrietta was only a minor during her visits to Earth. With a bit more experience, the soon-to be queen would be a very skilled leader to say the least.
Trudeau had accepted for the sake of PR and alliance building but it was also because of it being a historical moment for both worlds. Normally, this was the type of thing you send a representative to. But, since the opportunity was there because of the talks, was there really any harm in it?
At least the opposition couldn't claim Trudeau and the Liberals weren't doing enough to build good relationships with Tristain.
"Of course I'm coming!" Trump exclaimed, "Tell the Princess to keep a good seat for me!"
"Yes M. President," Ambassador Fitzgerald answered back. Both men were on the phone.
"You have anything else for me?"
"No sir, I believe that is all."
"Wonderful and have a nice day Ambassador."
The ambassador said his goodbyes before both men hung out.
Trump massaged his temples. Despite the unusual nature of the ceremony he was being invited to, he couldn't help but accept the invitation. It'd be a refreshing change from Earth's international politics to say the least. Especially after the fiasco at the UN.
Not to mention that he'd be the first American President to go to that world. And witness such a ceremony, something that would be a part of his legacy; he could just see the media trying to rewrite his accomplishments after he got out of office.
But they wouldn't be able to rewrite this!
Joint Base Clément-sur-Mer had opened for full operation just a few weeks after the attack. Two months after the same attack, it had officially accepted the first group of Tristainian sailors to be retrained. Due to the Navy's small size though, they couldn't retrain a significant number of sailors without severely impacting its ability to operate. So they were training one ship crew at a time
Training entailed building an 'esprit de corps' amongst the Tristanians. An uphill battle given how Tristain's society was split cleanly between mundane commoners and magical aristocrats. But Earth nations based on similar social structures had raised well motivated armies, so they knew it was possible. There was heavy cooperation with Tristainian historians for the purpose, and even Henrietta had visited the class during the first few days to encourage them.
The horror of the boarding action reported by the observers had also led to a basic but universal first aid course for all sailors. Sure, water mages could heal wounds, so well it was just short of a miracle by Earth standards. But there was at most a single water mage on a ship, if even that. So giving the basic sailor medical ability would severely cut down on casualties regardless.
There were also ongoing experiments with Tristain's meager selection of smiths and tanners to try and create a standard armor that was comfortable and flexible, but gave reasonable protection to the torso from blades, shrapnel and maybe even black powder guns.
The Tristainians were still using the same weapons as they had before, but they'd be smarter, more motivated, and better armored. Though hopefully not the case, only the possible war on the horizon would tell how that served them against a numerically superior foe.
On the North American side of things, the people at the base had changed as well. The US Navy Seabees had been sent home, and a small contingent of Canadian Military Engineers stayed behind in case they were needed. The military police from both nations remained, now backed up by three infantry companies- two Canadian, one American. The base had bulked up its anti-air capabilities as well in the form of C-RAM batteries and several Avenger anti-air missile systems.
But there was one big change to the base itself. A new fenced in area had been built southeast of the existing complex and connected via a road: an airstrip. A concrete runway over a mile long, surrounded by empty hangers and a single barracks that housed the only residents- the United States Air Force Security Forces detachment sent to protect it.
There'd been a shift in responsibilities as it was realized that aerial warfare played an important role in this world and it would be an important asset if Albion decided to attack. The US and Canada had sent members of their Air Forces to take over airspace monitoring duties in the region. And both sides had mutually agreed to build a relatively cheap airstrip at Clément-sur-Mer and at the outpost at the portal capable of housing tactical fighters from either nation. They hadn't sent any aircraft over yet and there were no immediate plans save for emergencies. But it was there just in case.
The logistics and planning of a civil war were very different from those of invading another country, Cromwell knew. The differences had been hammering him the last two months as the religious armies of Albion prepared to gain their foothold on the Halkegenian mainland.
The objectives were straight forward and they only had three targets- the Capital, that outworlder base on the coast, and the Tristain Academy of Magic and the portal that lied right outside its gates. Of those, he expected the second would be the most difficult. But he had faith in his armies.
The logistics were the difficult part- getting his armies down to Tristain. Since their Captains had been chosen by the House of Tudor and thus were extremely loyal, every ship of the line that Albion had had stayed loyalist during the war and ended up destroyed, all except for one. That would be the flagship for the invasion and lead the attack on the Capital along with all the other large ships they had. Most of their fleet was only frigates. It was because of their speed that they'd be carrying out the attack on the Academy and the Gate, the furthest target inland.
The outworlder's base required separate planning. Cromwell was placing his hopes in the hands of the cannons- he intended to deploy all of the Army's massive siege cannons. They were the mightiest guns in all of Halkegenia; nothing outranged them. If the outworlders didn't want to surrender, they could die in their base. Getting them to ground without the airships carrying them getting destroyed would be a problem though; the outworlder's airships were tiny but very powerful.
So Cromwell had settled on a very expensive gamble- Albion's dragon riders. He'd put together a collection of wind dragons and powerful mages for the express purpose of dueling with the outworlder's nimble airships. If they could distract them, or with Brimir's blessings even kill them, the siege guns and other troops could land safety. It was a gamble, but it was his only option.
The ships were in dock. Some 70,000 battle hardened and fanatical troops were ready to embark. At most, the invasion of Tristain was only a week away.
And then Sheffield appeared in his quarters with news that upset all that.
"Now of all times?" Cromwell fumed at the news of the coronation. Why couldn't Tristain just roll over and give in to his wisdom and Brimir's plans? "It does that matter if they'll coronate her in two months." He decided. "Tristain will be under our thumb by then."
"But Lord-Protector!" Sheffield protested. "Do you not see the opportunity this presents for us?" An agitated Cromwell waved impatiently for her to spit it out. "The leaders from that world will be there too. Imagine- we can kill them and Henrietta at the same time. Nothing will break the morale of Tristain like their ruler being killed on the day of her coronation. And the outworlder nations will be in chaos if their leaders are killed, so much so that they couldn't possibly come to Tristain's aid."
"So?" Cromwell sounded adamant. "We need to make a move now. The invasion will succeed anyway. I don't see a reason to wait."
"The ceremony is in two months." She kept insisting. "That is more time for us to build ships. To train more troops."
Cromwell looked out his window in thought. The woman had a point. These two months could allow him to stockpile more weapons and supplies, and add thousands of more men to his armies. It would also mean more time to have new officers; the purges had left them low.
He had enough to defeat Tristain now, no doubt, but what about the other kingdoms? How did he know Germania wouldn't swoop in after the invasion and fight his tired and weakened armies? Or that the foolish Pope in Romalia wouldn't call for a crusade against him? If he spend more time training more troops, not only would he reap the benefits Sheffield was talking about, but he'd have reinforcements to bring in to guard against those possibilities.
"Two months?" He asked.
"Yes, Lord-Protector."
"Hmm." Cromwell pondered. This was not an easy decision to make. He was not a man used to failures, so the constant incidents in Tristain were making him irrational. But he was cunning and smart enough to recognize advantages and opportunities when they were present.
He eventually decided the opportunity then was far better then the opportunity now. "Sheffield." He turned to the woman. "I want the best agents we have for this plot, anyone with experience. Whatever they are doing, have them come here immediately. I want them absolutely safe until they are needed." He'd have to get word to his top spy immediately- his help would be crucial to get them close enough to carry out the deed.
"Of course. How many do you intend to send, Lord-Protector?" She questioned.
"We cannot underestimate them this time. We can't afford to have this fail. We'll send dozens." An espionage mission of that scale had never been attempted in all of Halkegenia's history; Cromwell was truly talking madness "If they die, so be it. It will be a small price to pay to see the Founder's intentions carried out." He knew they would gladly if need be; they were just as dedicated to the cause as he was, and willing to sacrifice just as much.
"Their sacrifice will not be in vain," Sheffield replied.
"No, for it is the Founder's will."
Sheffield agreed.
The next two months saw some new things and more of the same. Merchandises and supplies ferried into Tristain as well as towards Earth. Germania's merchants had also began trading some of their wares, at first to private collectors on earth eager for some authentic period weapons and armor. In turn, Earth-made clothes and furniture were being carted back into Germania. Tristain was enjoying a boon from some new but low tariffs.
The troops at the portal stood watch every day; the checkpoint had expanded a lot to deal with the increased traffic and surrounding outpost. It was just short of an actual base by now. Helipads had even been built. Training proceeded as usual at the joint base for the Tristainian Navy.
The first crew graduated after a month and a half there. Henrietta and her council were in attendance. The entire crew of one of their frigates, noble and commoner together nearly indistinguishable, standing proud and tall in a new leather battle armor emblazoned with the Tristainian crest. They looked proud, they looked smart, and they looked powerful.
Another crew was rotated in to go through the same process. Henrietta and her council were convinced that they'd have, if not the biggest navy in Halkegenia, certainly the best trained.
Siesta and her family had been enjoying their new found wealth. Her father showed some bitterness still over the Zero being taken, but that wound was healing as there were talks of getting him into contact with his family in the other world.
And at Joint Base Clément-sur-Mer, the North American intelligence agencies, now joined by their contemporaries from the British MI6, kept their eyes on the rogue kingdom in the sky. The constant troop movements reported by agent on the ground weren't unusual; they were probably marching them all over the country to keep people from dissenting. But they were all very puzzled at the dozens of Albionian warships that had been tethered at dock for months now...
After the unpleasantness of his questioning, Saito got to return to his semi-exciting life of self-study and acting as a cultural liaison, although now with the uncomfortable knowledge that he was being watched. He got a big surprise one day when he and Louise had been summoned to meet a new scientific party arriving from Earth at the Academy.
"Hey Saito!" his brother exclaimed, "You and my sister-in-law doing well?"
Louise and Saito immediately flushed red.
"W-wh-at are you doing here Hayate?" Saito croaked out.
"W-we're not married yet," Louise stammered.
"Isn't it clear? I'm here to study how magical healing works," he exclaimed, "And besides, you two look at each other like mom and dad do."
"So this is your little brother that got sucked in some portal?" another one of the students asked with curiosity.
"Wasn't that supposed to be super confidential information?" Saito asked, slightly unimpressed that his brother had blabbed about it to his colleagues.
"Well, considering that we were gonna meet you, I got told that I could tell my fellow team about your little stunt to get a cute girlfriend." Hayate snickered, "But it's good to see you again little bro."
"You too man," Saito answered with a grin, "Are you guys busy today?"
"We're supposed to visit the Academy where we'll stay for a few days," Hayate explained.
"I know, I'm the tour guide and Louise is helping me with it," Saito bragged, "So I think I can introduce you to my friends here."
"Sounds like a plan. Think they can show us some magic?"
"You betcha!"
Today however was a completely different day. It was the beginning of the state visit by Trudeau and Trump to Tristain. The past weeks had been busy. Specially chosen media teams had arrived during those weeks and began to set up their equipment to cover Henrietta's coronation and the Earth leaders' visit. Security teams had also arrived and were collaborating with the Tristainian authorities to ensure that everything would go smoothly. Men from the Secret Service, JTF-2, and Scotland Yard had all set up their security in advance.
It would go far beyond armed bodyguards accompanying the Heads of State and Royals at all times. There would be patrols of the grounds. There would be snipers, both modern and of old, watching from above. Multiple rapid extraction plans for both the ground and the air. The Secret Service had even brought an unarmed drone for an above view of the areas where they'd would be going.
The first day was the most intense for security as they arrived separately through the portal in their own convoys. Princess Henrietta was there to meet them all and take them on a tour of the Tristain Academy of Magic, the Kingdom's crown jewel. She was waiting for them at the Academy gate. Old Osmond was there as well, given his role as headmaster.
The first scheduled to arrive was Prime Minister Trudeau. A convoy of black SUV's and a limousine appeared from the portal. Small Canadian flags hung from little poles of the front of the limousine as it drove up to the Academy's gate. It was a sunny day where what little snow remained melted.
The convoy came to a halt as men in dark suits disembarked from the SUV's and moved into position alongside the limousine. One opened the door, revealing the Canadian Prime Minister, dressed in a grey-blue business suit. Reporters stood nearby, filming and photographing the scene.
"Hello your Highness," he greeted as he bowed politely in front of Henrietta.
"Greetings Prime Minister Trudeau and welcome to the Tristain Academy of Magic," the princess replied before introducing him to Old Osmond.
"Greetings Prime Minister," Old Osmond said with a bow, "I am Old Osmond, Headmaster of the Tristain Academy of Magic. I hope you will enjoy your stay here."
"Thank you very much for your welcome. I was looking quite forward to finally visiting Tristain," he answered, looking around. The Academy looked like a small castle with a great tower in the center, "I can understand why you describe your Academy as being the crown jewel of your kingdom. It is a magnificent institution Headmaster Osmond. They remind me of the universities I've attended."
"Thank you, I've worked diligently for many years to ensure that our pupils have the finest education in all of Halkegenia."
Trudeau looked quite impressed.
"I am quite happy to see that you devote such effort to education, your Highness, Headmaster Osmond," he praised.
"Is it true that you were a teacher before becoming Prime Minister?" Osmond asked. Trudeau nodded.
"Yes, I taught English and Drama. They were some of the finest years of my life."
The sound of more cars arriving caught their attention.
"That must be President Trump."
A larger convoy was making its way from the portal, sporting the American flag. Very soon, it had come to a halt and Trump emerged from his limousine.
"Hello your Highness, M. Trudeau, Mr. Osmond" he greeted, "Fine weather you got here. Better than in Canada right now."
"Indeed M. Trump," Trudeau cooly replied, "The cold wasn't too hard for you."
"Not at all. Let's get this visit started then," Trump said as Henrietta and Osmond led them into the Academy's gates. As they entered the courtyard, they saw many of the students amassed behind designated areas.
"So that's their leaders?" Guiche whispered to Montmorency, "Father told me they dressed simply but I didn't expect to be that simple."
Both were standing at the front of the crowd that watched the Earth leaders' arrival. Next to them were Kirche, Tabitha and Malicorne. The blonde girl merely shook her head.
"That blond man is Donald Trump right?" she asked, disdain in her her voice.
"I believe so," Guiche said, having remembered how the Earth soldiers described the man, "His demeanour is rather brutish."
Tabitha lifted her eyes from the book she was reading.
"Powerful," she said monotonically as she watched the two men walking by them with their entourage.
"Father and Mother were quite happy to meet with their ambassadors," Kirche pointed out proudly, "They've sold a suit of armour and a sword to one of them."
"Oh?" Malicorne asked
"But of course, Germanian metalworkers and smiths are the finest ones on the Continent, something that these Outworlders found out quickly," Kirche boasted, "Father said that he has never met such a shrewd negotiator when he haggled with Ambassador Schmidt."
Guiche and Montmorency both scowled, annoyed by her bragging.
"Of course, Father also said that the Emperor was quite pleased in discussing with them. Their lack of… stuffiness was refreshing for his Imperial Majesty."
They noticed that the group of leaders had stopped. Trudeau was now waving at them while flashing a bright smile.
In another part of the courtyard were the servants and cooks. Their conversations were different from the mages.
"What a charming man," Marteau commented as he waved back at Trudeau
"Is it true that these men are nothing but commoners chosen by their people to lead them?" an old maid asked as she watched Trudeau waving at them, "They look quite wealthy though."
"Yes, that's what their soldiers told me," Siesta answered as she looked at them. The old maid still had trouble believing what the young woman told her.
"Hmmph, they must be better than the lazy nobles around here," Chef Marteau scoffed with a grin, "Probably a lot smarter too."
"How was it with their soldiers?" the old maid asked, "If these men are as wealthy and powerful as the stories tell, their warriors must be arrogant."
Siesta shook her head.
"They were quite pleasant people. Very humble and helpful in fact."
"Oh really?"
The young maid nodded.
"Yes, they had to stay in Tarbes for a few days so their leaders had them help us around the village."
"That was quite nice of them."
"Yes. They also paid us fairly for our family heirloom," Siesta added, smiling, "Father says that we'll never fear being hungry again. They also promised us that they'll find a way for us to meet our family on Earth."
"What an impressive story," Marteau remarked, "I'm looking to trying out those recipes that you learned from Sir Brisebois as well."
"He's just a corporal, Chef Marteau," Siesta giggled, "He hates being called sir. Besides, you'll be able to meet him in a few days."
"Oh?"
"His superiors are arranging something for us and the other soldiers to watch the Princess's coronation as it's happening even if we are at the Academy."
"Amazing, can't say I'm not looking forward to seeing that," Marteau said.
The door to the Regency Council's meeting room swung open. Henrietta's council had gathered for one of its last times. It was a meeting they anticipated for a long time.
'So we'll finally meet our allies' leaders for the first time,' Richemont thought grumpily as he saw Agnes and the Musketeers leading Henrietta. After them, men dressed in dark suits with dark glasses entered the room as they surrounded a dark haired man with blue eyes followed by another group of guards surrounding an older, light haired man. Justin Trudeau and Donald Trump had finally arrived before the Regency Council.
"M. Trump, M. Trudeau, I'd like to introduce you to my Regency Council," Henrietta said.
"Thank you your Highness."
"Welcome to Tristania," Archduchess Marianne said.
"Thank you your Majesty," Trump answered politely, "You've raised a mighty leader here. I can see great things for Princess Henrietta."
"Thank you M. Trump. I am very proud of her."
"I can understand why," Trudeau added, "You must be First Minister Delage?"
The man nodded
"Greetings M. Trudeau, M. Trump," Delage greeted, "It is an honor to finally meet you in person."
"The pleasure is all ours," Trudeau answered, "Isn't it M. Trump?"
Trump nodded.
"Yes, I was looking forward to meet all of you in person," he said.
"You must be his Eminence," Trudeau said as he saw Cardinal Mazarin's robes, "I am quite pleased to meet a man of good faith."
"Thank you Prime Minister Trudeau," Mazarin answered humbly, "I merely seek to guide my people to salvation as is expected from a servant of the Founder's Church."
"Such wisdom. I can understand why you and your fellow council members were chosen to be on her Highness's regency council. You have taught her well and forged her into a good leader."
"We merely seeked to serve our Kingdom," Delage replied, "It was our duty."
"One you have accomplished very well."
"Which one of you is Minister Richemont by the way?" Trump asked brusquely.
The minister scowled at the American President.
"I am Justice Minister Richemont."
"You still in charge of security?"
"Yes," Richemont answered through clenched teeth.
"I hope your security forces are in better shape now," Trump said sharply, "I don't want a repeat of the Consulate incident because your people were being lazy. I hope you're glad we helped you catch those spies. You should also be thankful that her Highness is merciful because if something like that happened under my watch, you'd be looking for a new job."
"M. Trump, my men have worked hard to root out any traitors. You do not to fear any danger." Richemont shot back, anger obvious in his voice.
"I hope so."
"Now gentlemen," Trudeau cut in, trying to diffuse the tension, "I have faith that Minister Richemont has done all that is necessary to ensure that everything will safe but I understand M. Trump's concerns."
"I suppose you're right," Trump grumbled.
"I can understand your worries M. Trump," Richemont replied, "I hope that the security efforts that I've put into place in the past months will reassure you. I must also apologize for my outburst."
This seemed calm the American president.
"At least we can agree on proper security Minister."
The minister nodded in agreement.
"I believe that our time here is up," Trudeau said, "We must return to our embassies now."
"Thank you for your time," Trump said as he and Trudeau were exiting the council room.
"Yes M. Trump," Richemont replied, "It was quite a short but pleasant meeting. It's a shame that this may be the only one we'll ever have given that our council to be dissolved after the coronation."
"I hope that we'll meet again then, Minister Richemont," Trudeau answered back, "Otherwise, good luck in your future endeavours."
"Are you sure you really want to wear that?" Hayate asked as he looked at Saito's current dress, "It doesn't look very comfortable."
Said younger brother was dressed in clothing that looked right out of a history book about the 1600's. A blue doublet with light grey pants complemented by black shoes held together with clasps and a large black hat with white feathers coming out of it. The two brothers were inside one of the Palace's guest suite, this one having being set aside for the Vallières and the Hiraga siblings. Today was the big day for Henrietta.
"It's not that bad," Saito said as he squirmed around, "I'm not wearing that weird neck flower thing."
Hayate scoffed.
"Good thing, I don't feel like giving you first aid if you choke while wearing that thing. Those things were dangerous."
"At least Pinkie's parents will be happy to see you putting in effort for your clothes," Derflinger spoke up.
"Huh, you really are putting all the stops for your girlfriend aren't you little bro?" Hayate remarked proudly, "Derf, bro, I think they'll be happy to see Saito cleaning himself up for their daughter. "
Hayate and Derflinger had gotten quite well after the older Hiraga got over the shock of meeting a talking sword.
"It's the least I could do so they'll like me," Saito stated dryly, "Louise is worth it after all."
Hayate chuckled as he leaned himself on one of the walls.
"You still have to make it up for that time you almost got in a duel with your future sister-in-law."
Saito glared.
"She deserved it!"
"Still not a good idea to draw a sword on your in-laws… even if they're awful people," Hayate remarked, half-scolding before changing to a more somber tone, "You've changed alot since you've been here little bro."
There was pride in the older sibling's voice.
"I never thought that my little perverted otaku of a brother would become who is right now." he said as he made his way to Saito, "This world really made you into someone new."
"Thanks man."
"No worries little bro," Hayate said as he ruffled his brother's hair before glancing outside. The sun glowed brightly and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. A knock on the door caught their attention.
"You can come in!" Hayate called out as the door opened. It was Louise. The young mage was dressed in a frilly pink dress and had arranged her hair into an elaborate bun. She looked regal.
"Louise, you're beautiful," Saito stammered out as he walked up to the blushing mage.
"S-saito, please."
"Ahem."
The two teenagers looked over at Hayate, who was grinning.
"I'm happy that you two lovebirds are happy to see each other but I think we need to get going."
As they exited, Hayate was at the back of the group while Saito had taken the lead with Louise at his side
"Lady Vallière?" the medical student spoke up, catching Louise's attention.
"Yes?"
"Thank you for being in Saito's life," he said with a smile.
The pinkette stammered and blushed a bit before settling on an answer that she muttered.
"I didn't have a choice. He just appeared in mine."
Hayate smiled. Tsunderes.
"Are you three ready to go?" A sharp voice cut in, snapping them from their reveries. It was one of the agents assigned to their 'security' detail.
"Yes sir." Saito answered flatly.
"Follow me then."
It was a grand day in Tristania. The streets were filled with throngs of people celebrating the soon-to-be coronated Queen Henrietta I. Cheering could be heard everywhere in the capital as the Tristainians watched on great screens every moment of the Coronation. These great screens had been set up by the otherworlders so that the commoners could witnessed this new moment . Banners were waved and hung from many buildings.
The Great Cathedral of Tristainia was the center of these great celebrations. The oldest noble families had come from all over Tristain to witness the coronation. Carriages and various steeds dropped off the most celebrated lords and ladies of the kingdom as they entered the second greatest building in the capital dressed in their finest garb.
Names like Vallière, Grammond could be heard as they were greeted at the Great Cathedral's entrance by squires and clergymen. An impressive security force was also in place. Members of the Secret Service, Scotland Yard and the RCMP were patrolling amongst the crowd while elite sniper teams from Britain, Canada and the United States had taken up position in various vantage points. Supported in full by the Musketeers.
A long convoy of SUV's and limousines had arrived carrying the delegations from the Anglo trifecta.
One by one, the limousines unloaded their important passengers. Trump and Trudeau but also Princes William and Harry of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Cameras filmed this historical moment as these important people walked into the crowd. A podium had been arranged so that the North American leaders could speak before the crowd and media. Their guards guided them towards the podium.
Trump was the first to speak.
"I am very honored to be here as the President of the United States. This is a historical moment for both America and Tristain. I am very happy to be here to celebrate the coronation of a fine and sensible young woman that knows how to choose proper allies. America is more than happy to work with the people of Tristain as they have proven to be smart, hardworking people that understand well what it means to do right. Our talks the past two days have been very conclusive, proving again that America has chosen good allies here in Halkeginia. I wish that her Highness, Princess Henrietta, will have a long and wealthy rule."
He stepped down to allow Trudeau to speak.
"I am very pleased that Canada and her allies are present on this historical day. Not only are we taking part in the coronation of a new ruler, we are also seeing a talented young woman taking power for the first time in Halkegenia. I have faith that Princess Henrietta will set an example for leaders in both of our worlds in terms of honesty, integrity and kindness. I believe that she will lead Tristain into prosperity and freedom. As Prime Minister of Canada, I share, on behalf of all Canadians, a belief that her rule to be a long and successful one and a desire that our nations shall forever be bound in friendship and trust."
Once the speeches were done, two figures dressed in business suits were addressing the media with their guards nearby. One was bald while the other had a well groomed beard. It was Prince William, Duke of Cambridge and Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex.
"It is a great honour for both of us to be here," Prince William declared to the cameras, "It is out of goodwill that we have both accepted to be present for Princess Henrietta's coronation and as part of the desire of the House of Windsor to extend our friendship to the House of Tristania."
"We look forward to this ceremony," Prince Harry added, "and we wish her good fortune and a long rule as Queen of Tristain."
"Your Royal Highnesses! Is it true the British Government is looking to open the same relations as the US and Canada?" A reporter asked.
Prince William nodded and answered.
"We are working towards building a friendship between our realms. That is why we have agreed to be present to the coronation as part of those efforts. If you'll excuse us, the ceremony is about to start." And with that, the two British Royals untangled themselves from the press before entering the Cathedral. As they did so, a herald announced their presence.
"Introducing His Royal Highness, The Duke of Cambridge and His Royal Highness, The Duke of Sussex."
The smell of food hung through the air in the Academy's largest courtyard. Canadian and American troops had set up a small dining area while technical staff had installed large screens for the staff and students to watch the Coronation. It had been a busy two days for the men but it was worth it. The troops were told that they could relax a bit and mingle with the locals.
Classes for the day were cancelled in celebration. The Academy grounds for the day were open to everyone, commoner, noble, and outworlder, to watch. MP's and Royal troops provided security.
The Canadians and Americans even set up barbecues with some of the troops having a blast at making food. The Academy's kitchen staff had also joined them and were working together to cook some food.
"Not a bad day eh man?" Huynh said as he chatted an American officer, a fellow infantry lieutenant. He met the man during their mission a few days prior and struck a friendship with him.
"I'll say," Lieutenant Trombley said. He was from Louisiana, the last vestige of French culture in the United States. His southern drawl was quite evident when he talked, "Not a single cloud in the skies."
"Your boys enjoying the sights?"
"Hell yeah, this place is like French Hogwarts," the American chuckled, "Except it looks they know how to cook."
"That would be Beaubatons," Huynh said much to the confusion of his friend, "It's the French school in Harry Potter. Literally just a school of hot French girls."
"Nerd."
"Eh, it was a great book series," the Canadian shrugged nonchalantly, "Movies messed everything up after the 5th one."
"Whatever," Trombley replied as he looked at the crowd of students, soldiers and staff, "You guys got any issues with the locals?"
"Besides dealing with stuck up brats?" Huynh replied with his colleague nodding, "Not really."
"Can you believe how these kids are snooty? One of them tried to show off how important his old man was."
Huynh had a feeling he knew who Trombley was talking about.
"Lemme guess, some blond wimp with a rose and a frilly white shirt?"
"Yeah, said his name Guy-Gay something de Grammond."
"Met him all right," Huynh scoffed, "Guy likes to brag about his old man being an important general."
"Hope his dad isn't that bad then. A kid like that being a general would be a mess to deal with," Trombley said, "How did you meet him though?"
"It's a long story, you mind?"
"Nah."
Meanwhile, in other section of the courtyard, another group had formed up. Some Canadian and American soldiers were sitting at a table with some of the commoners that worked at the Academy.
"I gotta admit," Brisebois exclaimed as he cut himself a piece of meat, "Chef Marteau really knows how to cook."
"Probably cause all these kids would throw a tantrum if their food wasn't done right," an American soldier remarked as he looked at a group of students.
"I'll be sure to tell him that you liked his food Corporal Brisebois," Siesta said with a smile, "But you must show him your cooking as well."
"Someday I will," the man answered in a friendly tone, "Though it's not very fancy. I just cook for the average man who needs a quick fill."
"Chef Marteau is a very open man when it comes to food," Siesta defended, "Who knows? Maybe the nobles will like your cooking."
Many of the soldiers chuckled at the idea of a pompous noble praising something as simple as a hamburger. It was frankly ridiculous.
"You enjoying everything here Miss Siesta?," an American soldier asked with a smile, "Like the ambiance."
"Yes, very much," she replied, "Papa and maman as well. My family managed to travel here to see the Coronation."
"Oh?" Brisebois wondered, "Where are they?"
"I think they wanted to try some of your hamburgers if I'm not mistaken."
"Hope they'll enjoy them," the corporal replied, "I help make them."
Suddenly loud gasps began to be heard.
"Look, the Coronation is finally beginning!" All eyes turned to the screen.
The ceremony had gone without a hitch. Henrietta recited every prayer and oath without a single flaw during the coronation. It was now time for one of the final rituals : the Changing of the Scepters. Princess Henrietta handed her Scepter of Inheritance to Cardinal Mazarin.
"As this Scepter proves that I am Heir to the Blessed Throne of the Realm of Water, I shall discard it for I am no longer Heir."
"On behalf of the Holy Founder, Brimir, I accept your relinquishing of the Scepter of Inheritance, for you are no longer Heir of the Blessed Throne of the Realm of Water. This Scepter shall once be stored until the coming of the Heir."
"I entrust the Church of the Founder with its safekeeping until the coming of the Heir."
Mazarin delicately placed the Scepter of Inheritance into a magnificent chest before picking up in the palms of his hands another, more regal Scepter.
"As Servant of the Holy Founder, I ask of you, Henrietta of Tristainia, Daughter of King Henry I and Queen Marianne, that you shall lead the Blessed Realm of Water, Tristain, through both peace and adversity as its Queen. Shall you do what is needed for this endeavour?"
"I, Henrietta of Tristain, pledge to lead the Blessed Realm of Water, Tristain, through both peace and adversity as its Queen. I shall do what is needed for this endeavour."
Mazarin held out the Scepter of Rulership before Henrietta who kissed it before taking it. He then removed her crown.
"Henrietta of Tristain, I now remove the Crown of the Dauphin for you are no longer learning to be the guiding hand of the Blessed Realm of Water.."
"I am not longer learning to be guiding hand of the Blessed Realm of Water, Tristain. I have learned from the wisdom of the Holy Founder Brimir to lead one of His realms. I relinquish the Crown of the Dauphin as is required of me."
Mazarin placed Henrietta's old crown into the box before producing another crown. The one her father had worn. It was a magnificent crown of gold with blue jewels symbolizing Tristain's elemental affinity.
"As Queen of the Blessed Realm of Water and descendant of the Holy Founder, great burdens shall be placed upon you. Do you accept the burdens of the Crown of Tristainia?"
"I do," Henrietta answered gravely.
"As Queen of the Blessed Realm of Water and descendant of the Holy Founder, great power shall be placed upon you. Do you accept the power of the Crown of Tristainia?"
"I do."
"As Queen of the Blessed Realm of Water and descendant of the Holy Founder, great responsibility shall be placed upon you. Do you accept the responsibility of the Crown of Tristainia?
"I do."
"With the Oaths of Inheritance accepted before the Holy Founder, I proclaim you Queen of the Blessed Realm of Water. You are no longer her Highness, Princess Henrietta of Tristain. Henceforth, you shall be known as Her Majesty, Queen Henrietta I of Tristain."
Mazarin placed the Crown of Tristania upon Henrietta's head and she stood up.
It was a solemn moment for all those watching with no one daring to make a sound. From their seats, near the middle of the room, Trump and Trudeau watched with appropriate respect. Across the aisle, Saito and Louise watched beside the rest of Louise's family. They didn't even let the agents sitting directly behind them spoil the mood.
But the ceremony wasn't done yet as two squires entered the room from side doors. One bared a sword and the other, a breastplate emblazoned with the Royal Seal of Tristain. The one bearing the sword stood on Henrietta's right while the other stood on her left.
"Queen Henrietta I of Tristain," Mazarin started again, "As Queen of the Blessed Realm of Water, Tristain, will your sword arm proudly carry the sword to defend Tristain and the work of the Holy Founder from those that seek their ruin?"
"Queen Henrietta I of Tristain, as Queen of the Blessed Realm of Water, I, Henrietta Ist, will proudly carry the sword in my sword arm to defend Tristain and the work of the Holy Founder from those that seek their ruin."
The squire hung the sword on her hip before she drew it and held it with the blade pointing upwards. She kissed the pommel to seal her Oath of the Sword.
"Queen Henrietta I of Tristain, as Queen of the Blessed Realm of Water, will you devote your body, heart and spirit to defending those that cannot defend themselves against evil as is demanded of the descendants of the Holy Founder?"
"I, Queen Henrietta I, will devote my body, heart and spirit to defending those that cannot defend themselves against evil as is demanded of the descendants of the Holy Founder."
Henrietta stood and tall before raising her arms outwards. The squire fitted her armour to seal her Oath of the Defender.
"With the Oaths of the Sword and of the Defender sealed, you, Queen Henrietta I of Tristain, now fully rule upon Tristain as her Sovereign." Mazarin declared, "May you serve Tristain long and well. May your rule bring the Grace of the Founder upon Tristain! Long Live Queen Henrietta I!"
Those present at the Coronation stood up from the Cathedral's pews.
"Long Live Queen Henrietta I!"
Before Mazarin could call out the same sentence again, a series of shouts interrupted the perfect ceremony.
"Death to the Heretical Queen and her blasphemous allies!"
And suddenly all hell broke loose.
Author's endnotes:
Well shit.
To any British readers, I hope I didn't mess up the two princes when writing them. My apologies if I did. Feel free to PM to correct any mistakes. Also, don't be alarmed if you see this fic on Archives of our Own, I'm crossposting over there.
