Modern Saderan POV
A police officer from the Local Police department had followed a group of men dressed up in medieval costumes inside the Triumphal Gate, and found himself on a strange version of the Alnus Hill.
Now those men, tied him up and were interrogating him.
"What do you want from me? I'm a representant of the security and armed forces of the Imperial State of Sadera! You can't treat me like this! I'll have you all arrested! Who are you?" He asked, while he was tied up to a tree.
"We're Legionaries from the XVI Legio Italica, under the command of Count Colt I Formal!" One of the kidnappers said.
"Impossible. The current Head of State of Formalia is King Ignatio III of Dumasia, while the PM of Formalia is Marinus Gallieri, there are no politicians called Colt Formal in Italica, the capital of Formalia!" The policeman protested.
The kidnapper slapped him and indicated a person with his index.
"IF COUNT COLT I FORMAL DOESN'T EXIST, WHO'S THIS MAN? WHAT IS FORMALIA? THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS FORMALIA, THE LAND AROUND ITALICA IS CALLED COUNTY OF ITALICA AND ITS PART OF THE FORMAL CLAN FIEFDOM!"
"…argh… yeah, that's it, you said it yourself, moron! Formalia is called FORMALia because a lot of years ago, most of its lands were under the influence of the Formal Dynasty! But that was ages ago, now Formalia is just the name of the country, there are no more people named Formal around!"
The kidnapper slapped him again, harder, and kicked him in the stomach.
"FAKE! IMPOSSIBLE! Tell me what the major cities of this 'Formalia' you're talking about are!"
"ouch… The… Capital of Formalia is… Italica… Then there are Koan, Alnus, Dumas and Svarzia… And then there is Roldoma, the commercial hub…"
The legionary kicked him again, in his face.
"I GOT YOU! CAUGHT STRAIGHT UP LYING! I'M FROM ROLDOM, AND IT IS A SMALL VILLAGE OF FARMERS, NOT A COMMERCIAL HUB!"
"…Enough. Hit him again and i'll make sure you'll receive the same treatment two times harder. Untie him immediately."
"B-but, My Liege…"
"ENOUGH!"
The person they called "Count I Formal" himself had stopped the mistreatment.
The policeman looked at him, with a tired and battered face and blood coming out of his nose.
Colt Formal POV
That day it was the third time someone mentioned "Formalia" and referred as him as if he was long dead or forgotten.
The first time, it was when that "Formalian" military band played the "Count Colt Formal March".
The second time was when he saw a map of Falmart in a shop of that strange city, it didn't show The Empire anywhere, and the Imperial lands were instead divided in several smaller countries, the most prominent ones being Sadera, Elbe, Mudwan, and this "Formalia" that roughly occupied the territories of his fiefdom.
And the third was now.
It looked like that city inhabitants had a really distort vision of Falmart.
"What's your name? What about your profession? I'm sorry for the treatment my men gave you. I'm against unnecessary violence against sapient creatures, enemy or allied they are." He said to the prisoner.
"I'm Marcus Co Aldo… Local Vigiles Urbani policeman of the city of Sadera…"
"Very well, Marcus." Colt said again, as he cut the man free.
"Tell me about your city, and your country."
"Sadera is the capital of the State of Sadera…uhm … Sadera is… is a central falmartian country… Member of the Falmartian Union… uhm… We have a constitutional monarchy, the Empress is Pina De Moltusidi XVII, the oldest ruling monarch of the modern world… the current ruling part is the center-left Plus Falmartia party and… I dont know what else to say… Oh yes… We're famous for our archeological artifacts and our culture that greatly resembles the one of the ancient Empire…"
"He's definitively from Falmart, he knows the names of most places, but his details are… very off…" Colt thought.
"What is this… Falmartian Union you're talking about? Also, you referred to The Empire as ancient… Why? The Empire is still at its peak, we're Imperial soldiers." Colt asked.
The beaten man took a flat black box from his pocket, turned it on, making it emit light, and started tapping on it.
"Here. This is a map showing all the member states of the Falmartian Union… All the member countries except the islands of Great Avion use the Falm as common currency and they have some other treaties such as the possibility for every citizen of the member countries to travel freely, work and study in the territories of the Union."
Colt Formal was astonished. The blue territory representing the Falmartian Union on that map roughly occupied most of the territory The Empire held, minus the deep north and the east and some lands in the western part.
"I refer to The Empire as ancient… Because it is… It fell around 1500 years ago… Everyone knows it… We live in 3022, what's your probl- Wait… Don't tell me… You're actually from the past…" The policeman said.
"3022? What? The Empire fallen nearly 1500 years ago? Us from the past?" Colt Formal thought.
The policeman tapped again on his device and showed him some more images and a wall of text.
"you said you're Colt I Formal right? This is a Grimoirepedia page on Colt I Formal. He died in 701 during the Italican War of Independence. His daughter Myui succeeded him, successfully leading the Italicans to victory with her air squadron of wyverns, she was one of the last Formal rulers of Italica. This also all happened about 2000 years ago. Soon after, the Empire would slowly collapse in the centuries that followed."
Then the policeman looked up for a photo of the Alnus. The images he found on internet were completely unrecognizable from the landscape he had before his eyes in that moment. However, when he looked up for ancient paintings of the Alnus Hill of the past, it matched perfectly… The Gate was a link between the Past and the Future of the planet Mundus…
"Tell me more about Myui with that device, if you can…" Colt asked.
"Myui is regarded by many as one of the first fighter aces, she wrote a book about aerial combat, creating many combat maneuvers that are still studied today, during the age of fighter jets, she's the national heroine of the County of Formalia and she started the selective breeding of fire-spitting wyverns, along with the test of mounted repeating ranged weapons on flying beasts, tactics that would make wyvern lance-fighting obsolete. The longest ruling monarch of the Formal dynasty, it was during her rule that the term 'Formalian' became forever associated with those lands. She died during the 25 Years War of Religion, as she was personally leading at a very advanced age the Italican forces to support the Deusist princes of The Empire."
Count Colt didn't know what to say.
He was a very rational and skeptical man, but it was now very clear that beyond the Gate, there was the future of Falmart, and the world he knew.
He was full of proudness to the thought that his daughter would have, one day, lead Italica to independence and that she would have made their surname become the name of an entire geographical region.
Then, he realized that he had the chance to change the future. It was obvious he was from a parallel version of Falmart.
He could study history, study the inventions of the future, build futuristic weapons to slay his enemies…
And build his perfect equal, modern, yet authoritarian utopic society in the medieval world he lived in, forging a new culture from 0 in his still developing world.
He now had the tools and the chance to instill new basic cultural values, to shape forever the continent of Falmart.
"Marcus, my dear friend. How does that device works? Can you use it indefinitely? How do you access that encyclopedia you have on it?"
"My phone… is a magical charged model, i just need a magical source to attach the cable or enough magicka to personally transfer and it will charge its battery. I need internet to access Grimoirepedia and other websites… As long we stay close to this Gate, i can still receive the signal from the other side…"
"Is there any way to make the 'Grimoirepedia' work without this 'Internet'?"
"I could… download the articles…"
"If my men got their hands on one of these 'phones', would they be able to download and save these articles too?"
"…yes, obviously yes…"
"Perfect then. You can rest now. Tomorrow, you'll help us in finding 'phones' in your city…"
"What if i refuse and i try to go back home now?"
Colt Formal was a kind and usually genuinely good man, although very idealistic and egocentric.
"Oh, i'll obviously not kill you, but i'd not let you go back home either. You'll live with us until you'll change idea. Trust me, my plans are for the greater good anyway. I'll even pay you."
"Well, if the pay is good, i don't see why i should refuse. Who am i anyway? I am just a normal man, a policeman, i just want to go on with my life."
Colt Formal was very satisfied and delighted.
It did not matter if it was the past or the future. In every age, common citizens had little to no interests to the great schemes, to the world or about long-term choices, they just wanted to live on. Most rich people were the same too, only few enlightened thinkers like him were able to think about greater plans and ideas.
Ancient Imperial POV
Most of the Imperial Army was still in the strange city they had invaded that morning, their commanders either went back in the Gate to sleep or ventured further in the city, leaving them alone.
Count Formal divisions also went back into the Gate and brought a local with them. There were now no more nobles or high-ranking commanders telling them what to do…
The legionaries were confused, they really didn't know what to do.
This city was so strange, the way the society worked was so different.
Everything was either buildings or roads, the only green spaces available were also clearly artificial parks and not real nature.
The only part of the city that slightly resembled something familiar to them was an area around the Gate they came out from, but even that, was filled with ruined and ancient looking buildings and it wasn't a real inhabited area.
A soldier thought he saw a nobleman walking around, he was wearing a purple robe and a crown.
"Excuse me Noble Sir, could you please help us? We need a place to sleep. We're legionaries from The Empire, we'll be happy to put a good word on your own Noble House to our leaders if you help"
"I'm sorry, for today the Reenactment has ended, i'm not in character now, and you should drop the act too, i was going home myself. Did you book a place in a hotel? What is your cosplaying association or club? You're too many to be just individual people, did your association really didn't plan anything for you to sleep at night?" the nobleman looking person said, as he removed his crown and his robe and put them into some kind of bag.
"Well, anyway, i'll be happy to help fellow lovers of this hobby. You could try going to that police station there to ask for infos about available places to stay, but i'd personally recommend going to the Tyuule Luxury Hotel, it's really huge and surely has space for everyone of you guys."
"Oh… i see… Thank you anyway, My Lord. We'll try to see what we can do… And what about our wyverns and horses? We see no stables around… And what about the demihuman personnel? They obviously can't sleep with us!" the legionary said.
"…Did you just say the D word?" The person dressed as a nobleman said.
"What D word? Demihuman?"
"Exactly that. Stop, it's rude."
"Why? What's the deal with the term 'Demihuman'? How else are we supposed to call greenies, kitties, pointyears and dumbmons?"
"What? Specist fucks! Bah, I'll leave you guys alone. By the way, I'm of demonic descent too…"
"C'mon, they're just demis! Also you can't be a devil, devils are usually muscular, ugly, and they can't speak well and they are st-"
"SPECIST ASSHOLE! I HOPE YOU FIND NO PLACES TO SLEEP AT ALL TONIGHT!" the man dressed as a noble said, walking away angrily.
"MAY EMROY SEND YOU TO HELL, YOU VILE LOW-LIFE! WE'LL MAKE SURE YOUR NOBLE HOUSE WILL BE DESTROYED! EMROY BE PRAISED! SOLDIERS! SAY IT WITH ME! EMROY BE PRAISED" the legionary said.
"Come on friends, let's drink something, we got nothing else to do anyways! EMROY BE PRAISED!" the same legionary said, as he got a wine bottle from his backpack and started drinking from it.
All the legionaries started shouting "Emroy be praised!" "Hardy is great" "There is no God but Emroy and Rory it is her prophet" and they also started drinking and partying, getting the concerned look of everyone around them.
"Fuck this shit, guys, let's just mount camp tents here in the middle of this town, I don't see many people around anyway and I'm tired." The first legionary said.
They all started to mount their night camp, and some mages were drawing a symbol on the ground, that lighted up in an ominous purple light.
"Let's get the blessing of Emroy for our adventure in this strange new world!" A sorcerer-priest said, with the approval of most of the legionaries.
Even the ones who were reluctant to do so, started to drink and celebrate, and many were already drunk.
Modern Saderan POV
"Hello? Is this the police? A big group of drunk men is occupying the Historical City Center, some of them are dressed up like Emroyist fundamentalists"
"HELP! CRAZY EMROYISTS DRESSED US AS ANCIENT LEGIONARIES ARE PROBABLY TRYING TO BLOW US UP WITH SOME STRANGE SPELL!"
"122, i'm calling from a house with a view on the City Center. A large amount of scary drunktards is chanting Emroyist and Hardyist slogans and i've seen one of them hitting a passerby with a whip. They are also flying around with wyverns and making them screech loudly, causing night disturbance"
Citizens were scared and angry.
Who could expect that the Emroyist terrorists would have choosen to dress up as cosplayers to get in the city?
They weren't expecting a terrorist attack by the extremists at all.
Usually, the Emroyists fundamentalists only attacked Mudwan or Elbe and they were always lonely men.
The strangest thing, though, was that these men weren't trying to pursue anyone, and it didn't look like they wanted to actively kill people. They were just rampaging and being loud in that confined area, they weren't even breaking anything, like hooligans.
But it was better to be safe than sorry, so everyone fled to their homes anyway.
The Saderan Local Police department was overwhelmed by calls for the second time in the same day.
Rory Mercury POV
Rory had accompanied the boy at his house, and she had invited Calasta to sleep at her place for the night.
She was talking with him in her house, when a sharp pain hit her in the brain, and she felt her head exploding.
She felt magical energy building up inside her and she felt her guts melting.
Voices started to bomb her thoughts.
"THERE IS NOT GOD BUT EMROY, AND RORY IS HIS PROPHET! THERE IS NOT GOD BUT EMROY, AND RORY IS HIS PROPHET! THERE IS NOT GOD BUT EMROY, AND RORY IS HIS PROPHET! THERE IS NOT GOD BUT EMROY, AND RORY IS HIS PROPHET! THERE IS NOT GOD BUT EMROY, AND RORY IS HIS PROPHET!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" She screamed, holding her head in pain.
"CALASTA, WHERE ARE THE REST OF THE LEGIONARIES THAT CAME WITH YOU? WHAT ORDERS DID YOU GIVE THEM?"
"T-they are probably still in the area around the Gate… I told them to set up a camp for the night, this morning, before I found that kid and you. Probably though, now they are desperate because they can't figure out how this city works, and they are most likely praying the Gods to help them.
"HOW COULD YOU FORGET ABOUT THEM? MY HEAD IS EXPLODING, THEY ARE TRYING TO EVOKE ME, AND IT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE BECAUSE THE REAL POWER SOURCE OF EMROY LITERALLY DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE IN THIS WORLD, WE HAVE NEO-EMROYIST FANATICS, BUT THAT'S IT, IT MEANS THEY ARE DRAWING POWER FROM THE GATE INSIDE THIS WORLD, WE HAVE TO STOP THEM, IT COULD HAVE UNFORESEEN APOCALYPTIC CONSEQUENCES!" Rory shouted, as she frenetically tried to open an exposition glass she had in her house, taking out a big, rusty, and heavy looking axe head, that she then immediately mounted on her walking cane.
As she did that, a dark purple light lightened up the entire artifact, and a thin layer of rust fell off.
A metal snake started to appear on the cane, fusing it with the axe head.
The staff, now resembled something familiar. The walking cane of Rory, had once again became the dreaded Halberd of The Apostle.
After the transformation was completed, Rory herself shifted form from her normal grandma look to her ancient 13yo girl look, except this time it wasn't a spell or a few minutes magicka outburst.
She had once again gained the powers she had in her youth, and every second she felt they were getting stronger. She was once again in the form of the Apostle of Emroy, even though she was now Deusist and actively despised Emroy and most of the Emroyist values.
She fell to the ground and took a big breath.
"Follow me, Marquis Calasta, we're going to meet your men."
Saderan Law Enforcement POV
That day was being a rough day for the city emergency services.
First, a cavalry rampage in a street, then, mad Emroyists casting spells in the historical center, and now there were reports of an earthquake in a distant part of the city.
Policemen, firemen, anti-terrorism forces and paramedics were spawning and despawning every second, or rushing up and down the streets inside the city to check the various situations.
The city magic-central was being overclocked to keep up with this huge use of continuous magic teletransportation.
Some agents were staying inside the central to check on the most problematic troublemaker they had captured that day.
He referred as himself as "Viscount Herm Fule Maio" and kept complaining about the treatment he was receiving, saying he was a noble and he was going to get all of them beheaded.
He had apparently leaded the cavalry charge that happened earlier.
They had tested him for drug or alcohol usage as he was saying a lot of nonsense things, such as Sadera being a member state of The Empire, that the current year was 687 IC, several specist slurs against not-humanoid personnel and other things, but he wasn't under the effect of any substance.
He spoke like he was genuinely convinced they still lived in the late classical age, and he even kept speaking strict Old Imperial language all the time.
Some officers with an expertise in translation found he was speaking Vulgar Golden Imperial, the ancient language spoken in the noble courts of the late Empire, and a predecessor language to modern Saderan.
At some point the young man tried to cast a low quality, medieval-tier spell to break free of his handcuffs, but he failed, making the head of the department burst in to punish him.
"ALRIGHT YOU STUPID KID, I'M OFFICER CO IGLOO, AND WE'RE TRYING TO FACE AN EMERGENCY HERE, STOP WHINING AND MAKING A FUSS, YOU'RE SURELY NOT IMPROVING YOUR SITUATION THERE, YOUNG CRIMINAL! Jeez!"
"Co Igloo? Are you a relative of Norma the knight? I'm on good term with him, i'll promise i'll pay you, him and your family if you get me out of here"
"WHO THE FUCK IS NORMA? MY GREAT-GRANDPA's GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPA? WHO THE FUCK IS CALLED NORMA ANYMORE IN 3022, ARE YOU TRYING TO CORRUPT ME? IN SUCH A RETARDED WAY TOO!"
While the officer was scolding the Viscount, in the meanwhile, the entire city police and anti-terrorism units were being deployed to contain the perceived threat in the historical center.
The groups of policemen and anti-terrorism forces were spawning apparently out of nowhere all around the center, encircling the men dressed up as legionaries.
"Put your weapons down!" a Penitus Oculatus agent shouted, pointing his machine gun to the legionary dressed crowd.
"CoOoOME AaND TAaAKEe THeeEM!" a drunk legionary answered.
That night was gonna be a long night.
"We're ImPEriAl LegiOnaries, sEerviIIngg the Emperor Sol I Moltus of Sadera and his son, Prince Zorzal! This MoOrNing, wE caAme to clAaim this cItY, bUt thEn we chOoSe to wWAit, and noW wE'rEE seEkiNg for a sheltEr for the niGht! WhOoO ArEE yOUU? yOu aLsoO lOok lIkE iMPerIals…"
Rory Mercury POV
Rory was speeding up in her car, with Calasta on her side.
Her halberd was in the back of the vehicle.
"HALT! POLICE CONTROLLED ZONE! YOU CAN'T PASS! THERE IS A CRITICAL SITUATION HAPPENING IN THAT DIRECTION!"
"OUT THE DAMN WAY!" Rory shouted, as her eyes lightened up in a black and purplish little flame.
The policeman was magic-pushed away several meters.
As he got back he whistled and he called for reinforcements, but Rory's car was now too far away.
"I had forgotten, how beautiful it was, to have demigod powers all the time…." Rory thought.
She stopped her car in a neighbourhood close to the historical center, and she and Calasta made a run for it to bypass the policemen and the anti-terrorism forces.
Inside the plaza, the legionaries had formed a huge but disorderly square testudo formation, and wyverns were sitting in the center of it.
As the law enforcement agents saw the couple, they tried to catch them, but Rory magic-pushed them away again, and she and Calasta got close to the scared legionaries.
"R-RORY M-MERCURY! A-APOSTLE OF EMROY! SHE REALLY CAME! DEMIGOD OF WAR AND DEATH, DEFENDER OF WARRIORS! LOOK, THERE IS ALSO OUR LORD CALASTA!"
"Just call me Rory, teacher of history, archeologist, theologian and magic-scientist for hobby and peace-activist." Rory said, as he slowly approached the legionaries, wielding her iconic halberd.
"I know everything, Calasta told me all the things i needed to know. Dear legionaries, this is not your home, this is not your place. You're in Sadera, the city you refer as 'Imperial Capital', you just travelled in time thousands in the future."
"APOSTLE OF EMROY! THIS IS RIDICOLOUS! IMPOSSIBLE! THIS MAY BE A STRANGE CITY, BUT RONDEL IS VERY ADVANCED TOO, WE CAN'T BE IN THE FUTURE! THIS IS NOT SADERA, IS JUST A MAGIC CITY, APOSTLE OF EMROY, WHY ARE YOU LYING TO US?"
Rory surely didn't look very epic or scary, as she was still wearing her old lady clothes, now all loosened up and baggy on her 13yo body, but she raised the halberd she didn't use for centuries and tried to look as intimidating as possible.
"I'M NOT THE APOSTLE OF EMROY! IN FACT, IN THIS WORLD, I DEFEATED, EMROY. THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO. I CONTRIBUTED INDIRECTLY TO THE RELIGIOUS WARS THAT CAUSED THE COLLAPSE OF THE EMPIRE! THIS IS A WORLD OF NATION-STATES, LIBERALISM, DEMOCRACY, SOCIAL WELFARE, FREEDOM OF SPEECH, THERE IS NO PLACE FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU! GO BACK NOW!"
Rory then suddenly felt her demigod powers once again lose all of their power at once.
She knew the feeling. Modern anti-magic countermeasures. Her demigodly powers were unrivaled back during the medieval age, but nowadays, even if they were extremely powerful, they were easily countered by a medium-high tier anti-magic countermeasure. The anti-terrorism agents were probably using one.
"Ms. Mercury! Old your hands up too and drop that weapon! This is an order! The man beside you too!"
Rory held her hands up but answered back.
"Officers, there is a misunderstanding. I know how to solve this situation, we're key elements to solve it. I'll explain it later. First let me solve this. These guys… I know it may be difficult to understand or to accept… They're from the past. They come from the year 687 IC." Rory said.
As she said that, a Penitus Oculatus agent wearing a black coat and a pair of sunglasses, came to her with his hands in his pockets, and whispered to Rory:
"Wait. Did you just say they're from the past? I'm Marcus co Palesti, special agent, codename SDR-1. After this situation is solved i'd like to exchange some words with you, Ms. Mercury, and your friend there. Ask for me in your local police station tomorrow, after all of this is calmed down."
"I got it. See you later, Agent Co Palesti" whispered back Rory.
While the two exchanged informations about the meeting, tensions between the Saderan Law Enforcement and the Imperial Army started to build up even more.
"WE'RE LEGIONARIES OF SADERA, THE RICHEST PROVINCE OF THE EMPIRE! LEAVE US ALONE!"
"IF YOU CLAIM TO BE MEMBERS OF THE ARMY OF SADERA, WHICH IS THIS CITY AND THIS NATION, THEN WHY ARE YOU SCARING OFF CITIZENS AND WREAKING HAVOC WITH LOUD SPELLS?"
"FUCK YOU BARBARIAN, THIS CAN'T BE SADERA, SADERA IS MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL, IT HAS WALLS, A NICE PALACE, ORGANIZED NEIGHBOURHOODS AND OUTSIDE THE CITY THERE IS A BEAUTIFUL GREEN LANDSCAPE. THIS CITY IS A SHITHOLE OF GLASS, CEMENT AND BRICKS! WHERE IS THE IMPERIAL SENATE OF SADERA? WHERE IS THE CITY CENTER? WHAT ABOUT THE COLOSSEUM?"
"YOU IDIOTS, YOU'RE LITERALLY STANDING IN THE HISTORICAL CITY CENTER OF SADERA, SOME REPORTS EVEN SAID YOU CAME OUT THE TRIUMPHAL GATE AND YOU EVEN REBUILT IT MAGICALLT AS YOU WALKED OUT OF IT! LOOK! YOU'RE LITERALLY STEPPING ON THE RUINS ON THE IMPERIAL SENATE NOW!"
The legionary looked around himself, and realized it was true. He recognized the overall shape of the Imperial Senate building, and with a bit of imagination, he could reconnect mentally all the ruins around himself to form the distinctive shape of the city center of Sadera. The "ruined" part of the center suddenly and artificially after some hundreds of meters, connecting themselves to asphalt roads. He recognized the Colosseum. And… As he looked on the ruins of a column broke in half….
"IMPOSSIBLE! I AM JUST A BIT DRUNK!" he screamed. He was looking on a barely noticeable smiling legionary soldier shaped graffiti on the base of the column. Close to him, there was another small graffiti, a little smiling fairy holding the legionary hand.
"THIS GRAFFITI! I MADE THIS GRAFFITI ON THIS COLUMN THE LAST WEEK BEFORE I WENT TO WAR! I TOLD MY LITTLE DAUGHTER TO ADD A FAIRY REPRESENTING HERSELF IF I DIED IN WAR TO REMEMBER FOREVER OUR BOND! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" The legionary heart started to beat hard as he also realized they actually were in the future.
"I- I AM JUST A BIT DRUNK… HOW CAN THIS FAIRY ALREADY BE HERE… I'M STILL ALIVE, THE CAMPAIGN JUST STARTED…"
"LEGIONS! ITS ME, MARQUIS CALASTA, I'M BACK! STAND DOWN AND WAIT FOR FURTHER ORDERS! LET'S GO BACK ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE GATE!" Calasta said.
"Stop! You're not going anywhere!" A policeman said.
"Let them go! This mess is already big enough, we already have those cavalrymen from this morning in jail to interrogate, for now just let these people go away!" Agent SDR-1 of the Penitus Oculatus said.
"Sir, but-"
"NO BUTS! ITS AN ORDER!"
"Rory, i'll definitively be back soon, hopefully under new, more favorable circumstances. It was a pleasure to speak with you today. See you, bye for now." Marquis Calasta said.
"Oh yeah, before I go, take this and give it to that kid that met me the other day, the one that goes to the school you teach in" he added, as he removed his sword from his belt
"He said he wanted to buy a replica gladius at the restaurant, tell him he can have a real one as a reward for helping me at the beginning" saying this, he threw the blade, still in its scabbard, to Rory and crossed the Gate
"Men, in marching formation, let's go back home!"