Empire of Another World: Imperial Dawn

by Whilhelm

William Schultz Augusta's life was simple and planned out, but when his soul gets painfully taken and placed to a new body, he is now charged with the responsibility of being a husband, an Emperor, and an Empire with the lives millions. Surrounded and alone, what was once was just a game now turned real, he now has to make sure he can protect everything he has.

5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Discovery

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EB – 3 Bertha Transport Aircraft

September 9, 1925 – 8 A.M.

The Generalfeldmarschall couldn't help but give a big sigh. Looking out of the aircraft, one could see the rolling hills and great plains that stretched out for miles, the sun was shining brightly. Just by the look of things, everything seemed pleasant, tranquil and simple… If only that were true.

The sound of the 4 engines was the only sound that could be heard as the old feldmarschall was lost in his thoughts. Who, how…but most importantly…Why…Why us? Those were the questions that he kept asking himself.

2 hours have passed since "The Incident" occurred and the problems never seem to end. All the commotion that happened a while back has drained the old feldmarschall, he felt exhausted, but try as he might, sleep eluded him, then again anyone would have been the same, having your neighbors disappear would do that to a person.

Instead he lit his pipe and tried to make himself comfortable. No one seemed interested in telling him that he shouldn't be smoking in an aircraft, but as far he's concerned it was the only thing that was keeping him sane…that and no one really was brave and/or stupid enough to question him.

Puffing out a thick cloud of smoke, he continued reading the latest report, he made sure that he wouldn't miss anything, everything and anything that could be discerned was being written down and compiled by the men manning the radios and was sent to him. And so far, all the reports he received was painting a far grimmer picture than what was originally thought.

From what Großeadmirals Keitel and Großeradmiral Fliegertruppen Ludwig had managed to find in their most recent patrols, there was simply no trace left of their previously hostile neighbors. What took their place was thousands of miles of new coastline that had to be surveyed, scouted, relocated and who knows what else. The estimates alone were giving him a headache.

He was surprised really, both of them were reluctant in sending out more forces from their bases. When the Admirals found out that their neighbors ceased to exist it took those forces they had already on patrol before the storm hit, they immediately pulled back the first scouts they sent and scrambled to replace them with their…older equipment. All the while sending out distress calls in every wireless communication they had on every frequency.

He didn't pity them, and he wasn't envious of their current position...personally though he wasn't fond of the idea of sending out any of their people as sacrifices into the unknown…but they needed to know what was going on outside their borders.

The other problem they now had to deal with was the growing questions and hysteria that this was causing. The Kriegspressequartier (War Press Office) was doing all it could to suppress any and all information pertaining to The Incident, but from what he heard through the grapevine of somewhat bemused but mostly terrified agents was that General Albert already started ripping his own hair mere hours after the order to suppress the news.

But it was all in vain, The Reich News and Reich Press were easy to stop as well as the other Reich owned media platforms, but it was the independent radio stations that were proving to be a problem. Don't get him wrong, the ones in the capital were already mostly silent…mostly...but trying to silence other Cities? Towns? Isolated radio stations? Absolutely impossible. From what he heard, the few broadcasts that needed to be abruptly cut on-air because of disobedience caused the theorists or "Ubergeschnappt" to froth at the mouth decrying the Government for testing their newest never before seen weapon.

He sighed heavily shaking his head, he was sure that the Parliament and the council already knew and they were going to demand answers...answers they don't even have at the moment.

As he was continuing to read the report, the curtain concealing him from the rest of the plane opened up "Feldmarschall" the Crown Prince saluted, the feldmarschall returning in kind, before closing the curtain, returning the small form of secrecy they had.

Much like him, the Crown Prince wasn't having an easy time with the situation and it showed, the facade he was putting up wasn't doing a lot in concealing how he felt about their current predicament. As he took a seat, the old feldmarschall offered a bottle of whiskey, the younger officer took it without hesitation, gods know they all needed it.

"How are the reports?" he asked the Crown Prince as he handed back the bottle. He waited for the boy to down his drink, after which the Royal handed him the papers he brought with him.

"So far sir, everything is going well...the mobilization has been going smoothly, the reserves had some small delays in the affected areas but nothing too pressing, and the Landwehr is being brought up as we speak" He stated, looking at another report he took his time reading before handing it over to his superior. "The defenses on our southern...coast is mostly intact" It still felt very wrong hearing the last part, but he would be lying if the report didn't ease his mind.

'This is good' the old man thought to himself. He didn't show it but he was relieved. With everything he was getting so far having any good news is a boon to have. If the majority of their defenses were mostly untouched then they wouldn't have to worry about having vast swaths of their new coastline exposed…But there was a problem, all of the defenses they do currently have, not including their northern coast was made with a different war and doctrine in mind...they all have to be redesigned. Taking a whiff from his pipe, the old man tried to calm himself, lest he give himself a worse migraine...he could already hear the Finanzminister's long list of complaints and grievances.

Taking his eyes off the report he says "This is well and good, but what of our expeditionary force? have we-" The old feldmarschall stopped himself after seeing the eldest prince stiffen, his eyes suddenly downcast "Frederick?" He asks confused.

The Prince slowly turned and faced the old feldmarschall, and the expression he saw made his heart sink…'no' he thought to himself...the Prince could only press his lips in a thin line as he slowly shook his head and handed over the dreaded paper, confirming the old feldmarschall fear. By the time he finished reading the report...repeatedly, he was already slumped on his chair, the poor document crushed in his hand, the Prince for his part was looking out the window, not a word was uttered...the silence was heavy among the two.

'By the gods…' The Feldmarschall couldn't help but utter to himself. An entire Land Division...gone, to be fair he shouldn't be surprised with how they suddenly lost contact with some of their naval and air assets, but the fact remained how he was going to explain this to his Majesties! Hell, how was he going to explain this to the affected families! There was no way in all of hell they were going to just accept that their spouses, siblings and parents suddenly ceased to exist! And they were going to look for someone to blame.

Unscrambling the piece of paper the feldmarschall once again read the contents. He gritted his teeth while his thoughts were in a maelstrom, this wasn't new to him, he had to read plenty of letters like it during the war.

'It doesn't make it any easier though'

"Feldmarschall" The person behind the curtain suddenly declared, cutting through the silence "I would like to inform you that we are landing soon"

A polite thank you was answered back, and the man went back to his post. Taking the report, he carefully put it back inside the file while the both of them fixed everything they had...hopefully nothing else would go wrong.

Koniggratz, Imperial Capital

Imperial Palace

The wind sung an unheard tune as the sun shone a bright and comforting warmth on what was apparently a disastrous day. For both the Empire and their Monarchs.

But the beauty around them was all but ignored, both were entranced with each other's presence, lost to the world but their own. One showing shock and disbelief while the other joy and contentment.

She held him as if making sure he was real, afraid that if she let go, he would simply turn to dust being blown away by the steady breeze. He hugged her back lightly, trying to reciprocate the affection, but he felt numb. His emotions were in a turmoil, he felt the warmth, fear and relief of the person's embrace and yet he could not respond in kind, he felt distant and slightly…ashamed. It was a feeling the person in front of him didn't miss, as she stopped her embrace – immediately missing the warmth – she still held him in arms reach as she looked at him in question, concern, confusion and a hint of both sadness and disappointment.

This was the first time he saw her...really saw her. When he felt her embrace and gentle kiss earlier, he was convinced he was dreaming...but now...any doubt he had left was all but extinguished. This was the person he met, took care of, courted and eventually made love to when he was using his avatar in his stead.

It also reminded him of his realization earlier only this time the weight of it increased tenfold. Tears started to form in his light green eyes while he felt his knees buckle. 'The game was real…the game is real…I'm inside the game!' he internally shouted, breathing heavily, he staggered back and away from the hands of the embracing person straight into the stone balcony behind him. Bending over slightly and putting his hands on his knees, he tried to steady his breath, missing the very panicked face and frantic voice of the woman in front of him.

He could hear her, hear her frantic voice calling over him and to the others, hear the sudden explosion of activity, feel the people fretting over him, everything passed as a blur. Servants, guards and nurses were all trying to either calm him down or help carry him back to his bed, all the while he felt...detached from it all.

Catherine for her part was trying to control her growing panic and fear, as soon as she saw her husband's heavy breathing, she started asking what was wrong, but all the answer she received was more staggered breathing. She was about to ask if he would like to go back inside and get checked with the Physician, when he suddenly moved away from her arms embrace – something that stung her very much so – and he started leaning on the balcony and looked like he was about to bowl over when she had enough and started shouting for the guards to come in and help her.

When he finally came out of his supposed daze, he found himself on the bed breathing heavily, body aching and the chaos around him was replaced with people of concern but showed professional calm. Looking around he realized that he was out of it for at least a few minutes and by that time the nurses and guards could be seen doing their tasks.

"Your Majesty" The voice of an eldery man got his attention, and as his eyes focused on the source, they widened at who they belonged to, standing there was none-other than Dr. Von Muller, the Head servant Georg and next to him was the Captain of the Imperial Palace Guards.

"Your Majesty" The good Physician stated, concern evident on his face "How are you feeling?"

Will, for his part, was still in a state of shock. Mouth agape, speechless, his mind was far from tranquil, a whole slew of questions were being chaotically formed but none were uttered. After what felt like eons of waiting, he was shaken out of his stupor.

"Whillhelm...my dear...are you in pain?" Catherine asked trying her best not to sound too distressed, her husband was just there staring at the Physician in complete shock, of what, she could not discern, but one thing was clear, Whillhelm was acting strange...he was hurt, that much was clear but he was acting very differently...she could only hope he'll come back to his old self once he recovers.

As realization dawns on Will he looks away, shaking his head he then proceeds to take one big big breath and give out a wheezing exhale, the sound of which only concerns the 4 people around him more.

"I'm fine…" He said and started getting up, but was being pushed back down by his Physician shaking his head and was about to say something when he said "It's alright Physician...it's alright, I just need to sit up"

"Whillhelm please...you need rest" Catherine pleaded, taking the place of the Physician she knelt down in front of her husband "I beseech you my dear...please get some rest" concern heavy in her voice.

Will for his part actually felt bad...the way she said it, how she looked...everything was so eerily similar to Kate. She didn't start off like her, but the decisions he made in the game influenced how Catherine moved, talked and how she felt, until she mirrored Kate completely. He looked slightly away, not wanting to look into the eyes of the person that was so similar to his beloved and yet so very different. He could feel her hands clasp his, he noticed how quiet the room was, one could hear a pin drop, He subtly looked around as everyone around them was quietly doing their tasks, doing their best not to draw any attention. Giving them the privacy they needed, nurses and servants were at their tasks with professionalism. Guards valiantly standing at attention at their posts, their gazes nowhere near their direction. The Physician was looking away, Georg was at the door while the Captain was a few feet away from where they were and was on a Parade stance.

After what felt like an eternity he turned his gaze and met his…wife's face. The first thing he saw was how worried she was, it tugged something in his heart. It made him realize how important his position was. Further cementing the reality he found himself in, the responsibility he now held wasn't lost on him. Funnily enough he could already feel the weight of it all...the Crown, Country, and Family. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until he sighed.

He had to be careful now, his position granted him plenty of opportunity...but it parrarelled the consequences of those actions if he made them irresponsibly. Closing his eyes, giving himself into the cruel acceptance, a fact he could still hardly stomach. As he opened his eyes, he met her worried gaze and smiled doing his best in comforting her "I'm fine Catherine" He managed to say with a gentle tone.

She clasped his hand a little tighter, still laden with worry. His breathing was still laboured albeit not as much as before and he looked very exhausted...but she would be lying if she wasn't a little relieved. She didn't want to tempt fate but she was sure he would be well on the way into recovering. She stopped herself from crying again and instead moved forward and embraced him. To her immense joy he returned it with fervour 'To hell with everyone seeing this!' He was alive!

"Your Majesties" Both stop their embrace at the sudden intrusion, one hiding his thanks at the interruption while the other tries to reign in the growing irritation. Turning to the source, the captain of the Imperial Guard was standing beside them "I do apologize for the intrusion, but we have Generalfeldmarschall von Moltke waiting in the conference room as of this moment"

Both eyes widened at the news, standing up immediately, Catherine started instructing the Captain to inform the feldmarschall that they will be there soon. He saluted and headed towards the door, Catherine wasted no time and started discussing things with Georg "Get all of our guests accommodated please"

"Catherine" Will called her attention, sitting up he asked "Is there something I should know?" If he remembered correctly the feldmarschall was out patrolling the defenses on their borders as was his routine every now and then in the game, the only time his character ever came to the palace was when there was something wrong, that and Catherine was on a rush to get something done didn't help in clearing up his confusion.

Catherine just looked at him crestfallen, she sat beside him and she held his hand again not meeting his eyes, she looked around and the action wasn't lost on him. They both waited for everyone to clear out of the room. After a few minutes had passed she made sure the door was properly closed, she then turned her attention to her ever patient husband and she smiled thinly. Will didn't push her, giving her the time she needed. After a heavy sigh, she solemnly said the words that would cause him panic "We are going to war".

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It didn't do it any justice, no matter how much effort one might put into it. Seeing it and imagining it is one thing, but to actually experience it...he couldn't describe it even if he tried. The game just couldn't come anywhere close…Everything, the halls were all lined with soft carpet, the walls and paintings all vibrant, the people all saluting or bowing...it was overwhelming to say the least. He FELT everything around him. He did his best in hiding it, being as stoic as possible, etiquette needed it. But he couldn't help but be awed by all of it.

"How are you?" a soft voice asks, breaking his trance, he turns his attention to his...wife. 'Yes I have a wife now' he thought glumly.

"I'm fine" He answered, giving a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. One that she easily noticed. She had been watching him closely ever since they got out of the bedroom. She was adamant that he should get more rest and was furious when she saw his wound, although she didn't lash out, she did make it clear that she wanted those responsible dealt with. He convinced her otherwise.

No need to have an overreaction to his sudden collapse. She was opposed to the idea of him going to the meeting. He didn't blame her, he still felt sore and exhausted. But he knew he wouldn't...couldn't get a wink of sleep even if he tried. The news of war and the realization of his bizarre circumstance would keep anyone awake.

She mirrored his smile, misunderstanding his disheartened expression, holding her tongue on the matter, instead she took his hand and joined him as he returned his attention on the impressive map in front of them, the Empire laid out in all its glory.

"We will endure" she said with conviction "We will never again be caught unaware" He didn't respond, attention still focused on the map "We will hold. We always do. We always have and will" She said softly, he looked at her, certain that she was convincing herself instead.

She, like himself, was sickened at the prospects of war. She could still remember her own experiences and now her subjects will once again be getting the brunt of it, but it mattered little on what she thought. They did their best to prevent it, gave everything they had to prepare and now they will do their utmost to finish it decisively.

"Your Majesties" Georg called "The guests are all settled and are ready to proceed"

A polite thank you was given back and they proceeded hand in hand to meet their advisers in the adjacent room. He took a big breath before exhaling it silently, he felt Catherine's hand clasp his hand in assurance while giving him a small smile, he nodded back. Then he heard one of the servants tap the door letting everyone know they were coming, and as the door opened he heard them declare their names "Presenting his Majesties Kaiser Whillhelm von Ludwig von Augusta and Kaiserin Catherine von Geyer von Augusta".

'God that was a mouthful' he thought to himself as he pressed his lips on a thin line 'Great...I have to get used to all this ceremonial crap'

The people around the table either bowed or saluted, easily identifying their status. He saw Catherine curtsy and he hastily bowed, slightly grumbling with the protocol, he was already certain this was going to annoy him. Both of them sat down at their oak chairs and everyone following suit. He carefully observed everything around him, careful not to draw attention to himself. The room was big and very well decorated and...expensive.

But what caught his attention the most was the people surrounding their table. All tailored to match the style of the 'modern' style of the 20's. One side being politicians, advisers and the other military. Everyone was looking at them...at him, he felt every single one, the weight it brought. He held his head high, squared his shoulders and tried to steady his breathing, squashing the growing discomfort. Everyone would have heard what happened to him, he already knew everything he did or said would be watched in either concern or opportunity.

As he settled in his seat he saw Catherine call on Georg to start getting the refreshments ready. They were served first, but what he received was nothing more than a cup of water while he could smell the fresh brew of coffee beside him. He frowned slightly at that, she looked at him apologetically, he sighed to himself. He was thankful for their concern...but damn did he want a good ol' cup of Joe.

As their servants started accommodating their guests, he used that time to look around his own cabinet. People that were no more than an adaptive NPC were now breathing and talking...alive and well.

People that made the Empire - his Empire - run as smoothly as possible, positions he assigned himself. It felt so...surreal seeing all of them, people whose only experience he had with them was through a screen, dialogue and cutscenes. He remembered the hours he dedicated to getting the right person for the job. Checking their skills, status, influence...loyalty.

Now they were all here, a group of people that dictated the faiths of millions...all of them now looking up to him for his guidance. He took his cup and started to drink from it, not realizing how parched he was, also hiding his grimace. He carefully took note of those present. He racked his head, trying his best to remember who they all were, and what positions they held.

The last thing he needed was making himself look like an idiot.

Prime Minister Emil Gotha was one man that was easy to identify, his love for scotch was only rivalled for his love of politics. His loyalty to the crown was unquestionable, he had a firm attitude and the capabilities he processed made him an easy pick, he was the reason he had a firm control on parliament.

Next to him was none other than his Finanzminister Peter Foch, he remembered him well… all too well. He held one of the most important posts of the Empire and although capable, he was very ambitious. He was also shrewd and out of everyone here, he was...neutral in his support of him. The Finanzminister caught his gaze and after a moment he offered a small smile and nodded as he sipped his wine, a gesture he returned in kind.

Continuing on, he saw his Imperial Minister for Economics, Trade and Natural Resources, Christine Heil. She was the youngest of everyone present but was very industrious and much like Minister Foch. An ambitious and hardened progressive, but she was loyal. She stiffened a bit when she noticed him and it was plain to see that she was debating whether to stand and bow or just nod, he smiled softly and nodded which she returned, her clear nervousness disappearing.

Next to her was Whillhelm's most well known Ministers:

The thick glassed Count Leon Marx of the Foreign affairs office, probably the easiest to work with in his council. He was always 'extravagant' in his presentation evident with the very expensive tailored suit he was wearing, but he also had a very charming personality which was put to good use, especially with his current station.

And of course Whillhelm couldn't forget Lord Otto von Mann of the Office of the Interior...he was a rather unique individual, Otto was a reserved and he was one of his more 'conservative' members. But his effectiveness in handling the Empire's complex and multi ethnic population was probably one the reason why he didn't face a lot of rebellions in his playthrough, the few times that he did, they dealt with them...swiftly.

Turning his attention to his right, a clear contrast could be seen. Where one side consisted of politicians the other were made up of battle hardened veterans. His military staff and advisers were the oldest group of people in the room. They had little room for such luxuries and when he needed them the most, they delivered...he pursed his lips, hopefully they were just as good in the game as they are now.

Then again, he hoped he never had to see it.

The first who caught his attention was none other than General himself...well 'Generalfeldmarschall' Karl Von Moltke to be accurate. He inwardly groaned at that, he was going to have to get used to their ludicrous titles and names...apart from his own. He had to do a lot of reading for this...maybe make a list.

He gave a tired exhale, he couldn't really complain. He was the only one here that was responsible in making all of this, giving himself another mental note he pressed on.

Großadmiral Keitel was another man that he knew quite well. He was a battle hardened veteran that held overall command of the Imperial Navy, he was experienced as he was brash. But when he needed a straight answer the man wasted no time in giving out solutions or opinions.

Großadmiral Fliegertruppen Ludwig on the other hand was far more...considerate, a trait he took over from a family line versed with politics, but a politician he was not. Whillhelm made sure of that, and although not as assertive as Keitel was, Ludwig was firm when he needed to be. Most importantly he was also a well versed veteran. His performance in strategic and tactical operations during the Continent wide war had contributed to their overall victory

Moving on, he could see General Albert of the…'War Press Office' if remembered correctly, they basically handled everything the people needed to know and regulated everything the people needed to see.

An irony that wasn't lost on him which made him frown, he knew too well what it felt to have restrictions imposed by the government in regards to press freedom, but being a practitioner of the Art itself, he knew that they were also important.

Especially now of all things considered, he couldn't begin to imagine what the people would feel once they found out about another war looming over...he stamped out the growing nausea he was feeling.

'There's still time to fix this' He thought, he still held hope. Lives depended on it, there was still time to start to open discussions with their neighbors. He won't start his new life here with bloodshed, not when he had the power to do so. Shaking his head from his musing, he continued to see who else was present during this meeting.

Alfred von Bethmann was next, he's position was always confused with Generalfeld - Whillhelm stopped himself from continuing that thought. He frowned and made a final decision 'Von Molkte... I'll just call him that' he thought, satisfied with the compromise he continued with trying to remember what he knew of the man.

The 'Kriegsminister' was as much of a veteran as Von Molke himself. His management and organizational skills were impressive. People often forget that war wasn't only fought on the fields, air and seas. That was the easy part. Alfred handled something equally, if not something more important. The lifeblood of any Military lied with its logistics, finances and production.

Then there was General Walter von Gempp, he was talented and oftentimes...dreaded. His position as the head of the 'Agency of Imperial Intelligence' - a name he won't even bother trying to translate - gives him an unparalleled amount of influence, he was very careful in assigning this role for obvious reasons and luckily for him his loyalty and his influence on him was one of the highest in the game.

His agency would become one of the most important branches in their arsenal very soon and they would be doing a lot of work. He gritted his teeth at the thought.

One could easily assign Generals, Admirals and Ministers to any available posts, but to actually get the effect you require was in itself an artform. Whillhem always promoted men of merit and although it cost him some reputation and influence by demoting or outright removing men who were...unqualified, it gave him a cadre of effective and well versed officers and advisers.

If done correctly, the personalized adaptive A.I. could easily offer advice and suggestions on almost any situation or task. He even remembered them doing some events proactively since they had enough influence and support to deemed it unnecessary to inform him of something so inconsequential. They even gained unique traits, doctrines and personalities of their own which depended on a lot of factors including bloodline, battle/war experiences, and even type of enemy fought. They were the best type of NPC, the ones that you nurtured through hardship and effort with incredible rewards. They also had a personal stress meter that you could only see when they broke through that threshold or ascertained it by closely monitoring their actions.

He closed his eyes at that and sighed, another thing to remember. He didn't doubt the loyalty of those present but he had to keep an eye open...lest he become the next Caesar...he looked to his wife and pursed his lips 'or Romanov' his thoughts added.

His roaming gaze eventually locked on with another pair of green eyes, he sucked in a breath. He completely forgot about him, certain that there was nothing else that would surprise him, but there he was, sitting straight with an air of confidence deserving of his position. But he could clearly see the concern evident on his face contrasting against the well kept uniform, rank and medals he was adorned with.

He didn't notice it but he intently looked at the boy, so lost was he to his thoughts that he was missing the discomfort the boy was starting to show. The Crown Prince...his son Frederick...he had a son now 'God can't I take a break!?' he shouted to himself, the boy was just a few feet away from him, he looked just like in the game and if he guessed correctly then he would act the same as he was raised...he felt the twisted and a little angry at the situation, of what was potentially robbed from him.

"Your Majesty" the voice cut through his study, he closed the mouth he had slightly opened, he didn't even notice it. "Is there something on His Majesty's mind?"

Whillhelm locked eyes with the concerned Prime Minister Gotha, this time he was a lot more successful at being stoic, flushing down the growing feeling of embarrassment and ridiculing himself for his lapse of judgement, he already knew that everyone was staring at him, confused at what just happened. Inhaling discreetly, he regarded the Prime minister evenly.

"No...I am merely surprised is all" He replied evenly, taking the opportunity at the distraction he turned his attention at his...son and offered a kind smile, a gesture that was hesitantly returned in kind after overcoming his concerned and confused demeanor.

He hid his sigh of relief at that, at least he didn't have to try harder in conveying emotions "I'm glad to see you...it has been a while" A good few weeks if he remembered correctly, he recently pulled his entire command out of the Otommar Confederacy and up until this point has been with Von Molke inspecting the frontline defenses. And from where things are headed it was a good decision.

"It has Fa- your Majesty" Frederick stumbled, but his recovery was swift and respectful. Whillhelm didn't want to dwell on it but it did confirm several other things he suspected. One being that Frederick's personality matched those of what he had written in the game.

"I'm glad that you are well your Majesty...when news came of what had happened, I was distraught...but now? I believe I can speak for everyone here on how relieved we are with your recovery" Nods and whispers of agreement could be seen and heard all around. But Whillhelm couldn't help but inwardly cringe at this, the amount of decorum was borderline painful, and anyone could see that.

But for the moment he couldn't do anything about it, so he'll just have to grit his teeth and resolve this at a later date. But one thing he could see though is the amount of genuine concern Frederick was showing, or rather trying to hide and he couldn't help but smile "Yes...well, I'm glad I can still breath"

"Yes there are plenty of people I know who are more than relieved at that" Frederick replied flatly, but sported an innocent smile. It took Whillhelm a second to find out that he wasn't smiling at him but at the person beside him and when he looked, it was something that made him stifle a chuckle.

Catherine's shocked face and slight blush was for the most part...cute to see, and just like what he remembered about her character she quirked an eyebrow and looked unamused and was glaring at their son but Whillhelm could see the mirth in her eyes and the slight curl of her lips

"Yes, the people are relieved" Catherine replied evenly, but she did show the signs of 'We will discuss this later'

Everyone started giving out their own support on how relieved they are all the while Frederick merely smiled at the family banter and ignorance of those around them but one could feel the change of aura surrounding the room, it did not lift the thick cloud of anxiety and uncertainty but it helped give a sense of ease...something they will find wanting in the future.

Whillhelm merely smiled at this but he needed to talk to his 'son'...well, he needed to talk to alot of people after this meeting of theirs but he needed to address this first. Giving a small cough to garner everyone's attention he waited as those around him settled once more. Summoning all the effort he could find, he acted his part to the best of his abilities "You were all summoned here because of what happened, I presume?"

"Yes, I have called upon this council after what happened last night among other things" His wife answered. She held his hand under the table, reassuring him and herself. He wasn't surprised really, he was briefed with what happened to him and to have the most powerful man in the Empire suddenly have a mysterious attack will concern everyone and the shadow of an imminent war didn't help their situation.

He had to show he was fine. He didn't have a choice, morale would plummet if he didn't. He had to set the record straight "Though I would like nothing more than to assure the wellbeing of my constitution, I believe that proclamation is in the hands of Physician Muller himself" He declared. All eyes turned towards the Physician who in turn met his sovereign's stoic gaze "What say you, Physician?"

The Physician, though old, caught on to the Kaiser's hidden message. His eyes held a pleading look in them, begging him to play along. Muller found himself at a crossroad.

Muller wasn't naive, his final word would carry a lot of weight and there would be repercussions to either letting him stay or leave for rest, and having the gaze of some very...prominent people didn't make things any easier. In the end he sighed to himself and settled for a compromise "Yes...his Majesty is well enough to perform his duties" He declared while giving a silent apology to the other Royals in the room.

"But" he continued "I advise his Majesty to not overexert himself in his activities"

Whillhelm sighed in relief and reminded himself to thank his Physician later, everyone was nodding at the Royal Physician's statement, he knew it was far off from convincing everyone...this would at least alleviate some of the concerns and doubts of the people around him.

"Well, I believe I can speak for everyone when I say that is wonderful news" The Prime Minister said in an optimistic tone before addressing the rest formally "With that being said, with his Majesty's permission may we proceed at the matter at hand" Whilllhelm nodded which quickly changed the atmosphere of the room to an air of professionalism. "Generalfeldmarschall von Moltke you have dire news for us?"

"Yes we do" Von Moltke said standing up "Ladies and Gentlemen, as you may have already heard...I have mobilized our entire armed forces" The silence that hung in the air was heavy. A wide mixture of looks could be seen by those around the table, but surprise was not among them, rather one could see that they expected such an outcome.

"When are we expecting the attack?" Whillhelm spoke up, asking the dreaded question and anxious with the answer he will receive.

"Your Majesties...there is no attack" Von Moltke replied hesitantly

The silence and confusion was evident on some, while others knew of the unexpected development, they waited for the reaction of the rest. It was Whillhelm who eventually spoke up, gone was the stoic face he wore and it was replaced with a dumbstruck confusion that summarized the thoughts of those that bore the same questions.

"What?"

"There is no attack" Von Moltke emphasized, immediately adding "But there is a reason why the mobilization order is still in effect, if I am allowed to explain" He said as he prepared his papers not before locking his eyes with Whilhelm "know that all of our troops are awaiting further commands from his Majesty"

Whillhelm didn't show it but he was relieved to hear that, a coup wasn't something he was prepared to deal with right now and from the looks of things, his..wife and ministers shared similar looks. But not his son, instead his questioning gaze was answered with a promise of explanation.

He stayed his tongue on the matter, trusting them to explain, and he had to trust them. He was the one responsible for their positions in the first place, he would not cast doubt unto his own chosen subjects.

Nothing good ever happened when one did, needlessly. They had every opportunity before this to exploit his sickness, but none did. It was just another reminder of where he was now.

"Ladies and gentlemen" He shook his thoughts and focused on his Feldmarschal as he was getting everyone's attention while turning on the projector as the first images were shown on the white screen. The Feldmarschal explained the current state of defenses on the front, the border regions and the various states of mobilization of each region. The images showed their borders along the Normanii and the Rusks but while informative...didn't help in explaining the problem they had, Whillhelm was about to raise a question when the Feldmarschal changed the images, it now showed 2 pictures side by side.

Both showed the border they had on the west, the left clearly showed their entrenchments with the Normani countryside while the right showed the same entrenchments only this time there was now a...coastline?

"Ladies and Gentlemen" The Feldmarschall announced, the grim look he was giving made it clear to everyone and responded in silence and focused attention "This is the problem we currently have...what you see here are the images we have taken a few hours ago just after the storm had passed, on the left you will see the previous state of our borders before the storm while on the right shows its current condition afterwards, please note that it is the same for both Fronts"

Everyone was silent as the images started to show, the same pattern, their defenses that were supposed to be facing their neighbors weren't there anymore - the Neighbors, not the defenses - 'Wait...what? Whillhelm thought to himself, trying to understand. Looking at the images more closely he saw beaches, cliffs and miles of open sea…'They disappeared?' he thought, but that wouldn't make any sense, how they would...wait...no...NO! His eyes widened at realization stifling his gasp he caught the gaze of the Feldmarschal, the grim look he gave with a small nod made his stomach sink.

"Ladies and gentlemen" The dire tone and hesitance of the Feldmarschall wasn't missed by anyone "As some of you have already concluded...our neighbors have all but disappeared"

"Feldmarschal" Everyone turned at the one who called for attention "Surely you jest" The humorous tone of the Finanzminister was shared by some of the advisers, easily dismissing the proclamation as nothing more than a ridiculous prattle.

But it was readily apparent that the sentiment wasn't shared, by the Feldmarschal or the military staff, and everyone could feel the growing displeasure. Whillhelm was about to break the growing tension when the Crown Prince spoke up.

"Minister Foch" Fredericks stern voice was heard as he locked eyes with the Finanzminister, his hardened gaze struck down any kind of merriment the Minister had earlier "I can assure you and everyone here, this is no mere jest"

"Your Highness, I do apologize, but this proposal...One cannot expect us to believe a preposterous notion such as this" Nods could be seen from the other ministers, but as the seconds pass, the silence and the unshared amusement could be felt at those around the table.

At this, Catherine intervened and Whillhelm suddenly took notice of how she was addressing not just the Finanzminister but the entire council "Minister Foch" she called once again cutting the tension of the room. The Finanzminister merely sat straighter and schooled his expression as he addressed her "I know that this may sound...bizarre, we must nevertheless offer the benefit of the doubt for their is no reason for our own Military to deceive us"

The Finanzminister merely replied "Of course your majesty, I meant no offense" seeing this Catherine merely nodded and turned her attention back to the Feldmarschal and asked that he continue adding "Thank you gentleman for observing a form of decorum"

Her voice was gentle but everyone around them knew it for what it was. Her hardened gaze reminded him of Kat. He slightly frowned at that, but pushed the feeling down, no point about it now.

Replies of 'Yes your Majesty' and 'Of course your Majesty' Could be heard all around. He stopped himself from groaning, he needed to remind himself to thank her later but he was already seeing his future filled with more unbearable weight being placed on his shoulders...and coffee. He couldn't stop but silently grumble to himself at his current predicament, he felt the hand of Catherine on his own, giving reassurances and whispering it will all be over soon.

He took a sip from his cup of water all the while observing Finanzminister Francis Foch, effective as he was, he was always difficult to work with sometimes. He couldn't help but internally frown at that,

As he set his cup down he noticed another pair of eyes were watching the Finanzminister intently but discreetly. General Walter took notice of Whillhelm and gave a small nod of acknowledgement before turning his attention back to General Albert. Whillhelm didn't know how to feel about the man, he was quiet and mysterious even in the game, but it fit his position well and he knew that the Agency of Imperial Intelligence would be watching the Finanzminister very closely.

"General Albert, if you would proceed please" The Feldmarschal requested, if he was affected by what happened he didn't show it.

As the tension subsided he couldn't help but be surprised when General Albert and his men wheeled in what looked like a large radio and a very bulky looking T.V. from the 40's, although it didn't sound all that impressive it was still a testament to how advanced they were compared to his worlds timeline...then again being industrialized a lot earlier than normal would explain it.

Everyone patiently waited as the Television was being set-up as refreshments were brought in for those who were famished as small talk was exchanged with topics ranging from the important to the mundane. The discussions slowly faded away as the sound of the television was heard. An image eventually started to show forming shapes in black and white and as it cleared out. The images it showed and the disbelief of the voice coming from it, had sewn a new kind of silence around the room, one of shock, surprise...fear.

"Uhm...As you can see...Where now at the Border...and Ladies and Gentlemen...the Normani are gone...nothing but beaches for hundreds of miles!" The reporter announced, shouting as the wind whipped at her, trying to blow her off her feet as the ocean hit the cliff like a hammer unto an anvil.

Everyone was quiet, the silence hung heavy as they focused on the screen, the image panned left and right, showing the vast swaths of empty ocean, their neighbor reduced into...nothing. As General Albert changed the channel, every scene was the same.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, what you are seeing right now are the open oceans -" click

"Troops are trying their best to address the situation-" click

"It's gone! They're gone! The east is nothing more than an open" - click

Every news outlet, every radio station painted the same picture. Time passed as they all silently watched and listened. It didn't feel real, it couldn't be real...but as each dreadfully long minute passed by, it washed away every ounce of skepticism left even from those hardened cynics, and it made one thing very clear.

They were alone.

"By the gods" Someone whispered, but it echoed around the walls and the thoughts of those around the room.

A mixture of emotion could be felt and seen throughout the room, every single one...silent. It was heavy but welcomed as no one knew how to proceed, and how could they? Where do they even begin? And most importantly what will happen next? Time passes by unnoticed as everyone is left to their own thoughts on the consequences this might entail.

But all of this was inconsequential to Whillhelm, he was just as lost in his thoughts much like those around him. But unlike those around him, he tried not to buckle... to show weakness...but it was proving difficult as the seconds passed by. He was so close to breaking.

He shook his head in denial, wishing - praying to awake from this nightmare. Refusing the obvious futility of it, he wanted to scream and lash out on what was - in his opinion - an unfair curse. He gritted his teeth 'God damn it' he thought to himself 'What did I ever do to deserve this!' He shouted in his thoughts as he allowed himself to be clouded by rage.

It wasn't fair...IT WASN"T FAIR! The mantra repeated itself in his thoughts as he shook with anger, his knuckles turning white with how hard he was balling his fists. So engrossed he was in his stewing anger that he didn't feel the hand that pressed on his arm until it squeezed garnering his attention. He turned to the offender, ready to lash out...only to have it vanish when he saw the concern of the person it came from.

Catherine's lips were pressed into a thin line as he looked at her. Concern was evident on her features, once again it stirred something in his memory and tugged at his insides. He caught himself and gave out a heavy sigh, he shook his head and just offered her a small tired smile at her as he slowly unwound himself, an act that she reluctantly returned.

Exhaustion creeped in as he slowly descended to calmness, he quickly turned his attention to those around them and sighed in relief, if they noticed his lapse of character, they either didn't deem it necessary to inquire or bring attention to it. A few silent minutes had passed in silence after The Revelation, he could see that everyone was reluctant to restart the conversation. He was about to volunteer when a small voice sliced the silence all around.

"How?' The simple question of Minister Christine shook everyone from their thoughts. A strained silence could be felt as everyone waited for answers, professionalism and the Presence of their Monarchs prevented everyone from devolving to an unruly mob. Or in Willhelm's unamused opinion, Stock brokers.

Von Moltke closed his eyes and let out a small exhale as he gave his response "As of the moment...no explanation could be given. Our scientists have been informed hours after we have discovered this...but they have yet to find any answers to our current predicament. We are certain that this happened after the storm that came last night"

Sighs and disheartened expressions were now becoming all the more common by those around the table. As the shock eroded, everyone started taking notes of the repercussions of what this might entail, murmurs could be heard around the room.

"We have another concern that must be discussed" Großadmiral Keitel cut through the silence. The commanders exchanged looks at each other, a silent conversation that was shared among them, short but tense. All of them nodding in the end.

"Yes your Majesty and I'm afraid this is something we could not delay"

She felt Catherine's hand make its way to his. He held it firmly thankful for support and the comfort it brought. He was finding all of this quite...he couldn't find a word. Whillhelm was once again feeling the tendrils of annoyance, anger and...fear.

But to Whillhelm's surprise Von Moltke started handing out documents, he waited as he received his own copy. The weight it carried was near unbearable, with a nod Von Moltke gave his assent for everyone to open their copies.

With some reluctance, one by one the folders were opened and in them contained summaries of their overall forces, defenses and a whole of other things that was for all its appearance looked...normal.

Whillhelm was confused and he wasn't the only one 'Is this it?' he was tempted to ask the Feldmarschall himself but decided against it. Something was clearly wrong, a few minutes passed and he was skimming the parts he already knew from the game. It was a Catherine stiffening that caught his attention, and turned to ask quietly what was wrong. He prepared himself but the look on her face made his stomach churn.

Catherine wordlessly gave him her copy of the report, all the while giving him a face of sorrow as she held his hand firmly under the table . Whillhelm silently tooked the document, afraid of what it contained. He carefully read it.

And it made his stomach lurch.

He would remember this day vividly, he would remember how he let go of Catherine's hand to hold the paper until it was threatening to tear. He shook his head and put the paper down, he looked to the Feldmarschall. His expression was unreadable but one could feel the sad aura that he was emitting. He would wonder for a long time how he felt truly behind that mask of his.

Everyone finally caught up to the source of the forbidding cause and they too shared what their Monarchs were feeling...dread.

Many would be bound to speechlessness as they repeatedly read the lines of the paper. Not even a day of the incident…

"In total ladies and Gentlemen...we have lost the 1st expeditionary division, 30 of our older coast guard vessels and 12 of our patrolling airships" The Feldmarschall stated evenly before adding "But it is our Merchant fleet and Trading vessels that took the heaviest toll, we are still determining the overall numbers lost, but from what we have gathered so far...100 or so ships are unaccounted for...we expect more"

"This does not include the countless other assets we had overseas and the people we had abroad" Großadmiral Keitel emphasized.

'Those must be thousands if not tens of thousands!' Whillhelm's mask of calmness broke in the face of the disastrous news. He buried his face in his hands and screamed internally at the madness of it all. He felt Catherines hand squeeze his arm in comfort while the ministers discussed what was revealed.

Whillhelm couldn't help but run his hand down his face, overall it was still...acceptable news, their defenses were mostly intact and they weren't militarily crippled, they lost more men and equipment during the early stages of the war. They still had the capability to replace everything they lost...but no one, not even he would be crass or stupid enough to voice it out loud.

"Of course…" Count Marx added after his humorless laugh "How naive of us to even think of reprieve…"

"This is NOT going to be well received…if the people aren't rioting yet, the news of this will"

It will, Willhelm was sure of that. It was one thing to have their neighbors disappear and for their entire country to be transported to lands unknown...the population would be confused, shocked and afraid but to publicly confirm the loss of thousands in mere hours after the incident? That would be the spark needed for a mass panic. They would demand answers that are not so easily given or even accepted. How long would it take before the people themselves take matters into their own hands and mount civilian expeditions into the unknown?

"Are we getting any messages from our ships? The Embassies? Anything?" One of the Ministers practically pleaded for some good news. The Feldmarschall merely shook his head and explained they were still waiting for any and all responses they may pick up from the hails they were blaring out. But everyone knew...it was a feeling of certainty, assured of its outcome. No one said anything, but they knew...

'Shit' Whillhelm cursed to himself, this isn't going to end well for them, he could only imagine the repercussions this would bring. He could already feel a headache coming and the stress. He let his shoulders slack, feeling an immutable weight on them.

"This will prove difficult in explaining to the entire population" Lord Otto added grimly.

"Difficult?" Foch scoffed "This will outright cripple us indefinitely!" He spat out

And he wasn't wrong. Their economy thrived during the pre-war era but like every nation that entered war, their economy suffered. The Imperial Federation's economy suffered because of massive inflation and a host of other problems that are still plaguing them years after. Whilhelm had to implement a lot of reforms that a lot of people didn't support and it cost him influence and prestige during his playthrough, but it helped his nation recover, albeit slowly.

He had neighbors before that he could mend ties with and reopen trade, he could ask for assistance from his allies. Debt could be paid, treaties and agreements made to prevent everyone from spiraling down into recession. But this...this would change things…this would plunge them into a depression a likes of which their history hasn't seen. He couldn't just restart at a checkpoint or save point he made anymore.

He pursed his lips...thousands would lose their jobs, the Banks would panicking about the loss in stocks, revenue and the like and that would seep into the population, and then what? Chaos would ensue, and if not remedied they would spiral into something worse

"Not necessarily" Minister Christine Heil countered calmly, garnering the attention of everyone "We would take a hit yes and recovery would be slow...but we will recover"

"Not if we continue to the path we are headed" Foch countered

"Minister Foch" Frederick suddenly intervened, stealing the attention of the two "Let us hear Minister Christine's proposal...then we can bestow judgement"

Straightening in her chair, Minister Christine wasted no time "Thank you, your highness" she said bowing "Our current predicament is no different to what we experienced during the war"

Foch stopped himself from guffawing at the comparison, it was clear that he wanted to rebuke such a notion but restrained himself. He was difficult but not stupid. Minister Christine continued unimpeded.

"Your Majesties, gentlemen, as...horrifying as our situation might be, all is not lost. The Empire has prided itself with having a powerful industry and one of the worlds biggest exporters of goods, be it raw material or processed products"

Nods of agreement could be seen around the table while some held their head high in pride "And this is precisely what will save us. From my currents estimates, we can still feed everyone here especially if we implement war time rationing and the resources we have are able to sustain us for years if not decades"

"That is if those resources have been transported with us" Foch interrupted, frowns could be seen by some at the blatant interruption, the Finanzminister looked to Whillhelm for permission to proceed further. Whillhelm hid a quick sigh and nodded, he wasn't about to have decorum get in the way of important counsel.

"We must remember that while we can make most of what we need, we are by no means secure. Even with our resources still available, it will be far from enough in providing for everyone. We are especially lacking in two vital fuel sources that we desperately need. Before this, we had the world's 3rd largest cavorite reserves and 6th in oil...But now? Those might be the only reserves we have left…" This caused unease to once again spread among their ranks at the realization, no more so for Whillhelm.

Those 2 things were the lifeblood of their industry, and most importantly military. If either one of them were to ever cease to exist the repercussions would be beyond immeasurable. It was at this time that 'Kriegsminister' Von Bethmann asked permission to speak, Whillhelm approved, eager for a solution and tired with the amount of decorum once must follow.

"I have discussed this with Generalfeldmarschall von Moltke" A nod from the man himself, giving him confirmation to proceed "Those resources and anything the military may deem necessary -" 'Basically anything and everything' Whillhelm added quietly " - Will be handled by us respectively, rationing will start, preferably immediately"

This was where the Finanzminister snapped, this as he saw it was where a line must be drawn. He spoke up, once again ignoring decorum as he hissed at the opposite side of the table "Absolutely not! You would cripple us indefinitely!"

The Kriegsminister was about to respond, but Foch was far from finished. He pressed his advantage, cutting off any rebuke that may have come "Our neighbors have vanished! Any resources we have left should be handled carefully, for all we know we might not even be in the same world we were once from!"

The suggestion that might have sounded ludicrous mere hours ago was now another possibility that did not bode well with everyone. If they were in fact in another world...there were times that everyone might be at odds but at that moment, with silent trepidation, everyone agreed that it was something that they did not even wish to comprehend.

But hope is an absent friend in these trying times

"With our current predicament, I recommended that we adapt accordingly. I recommend we lessen all Military expenditures and reduce the size of our armed forces" The even delivery was a stark contrast to the utter disbelief it has produced even among the more reserved individuals, none more so than the military staff present. But it was clear that the sentiment was far from unanimous.

"You accuse us of crippling the Empire...while you would leave it DEFENSELESS!"

"Hardly, I am offering to lower the size of our military not disband it, we cannot afford to maintain such a large force now more than ever."

"I suspected you to be a coward Foch, but it surprises me that you're a traitor as well"

The sudden outburst by Großadmiral Keitel was expected, but the level of anger and utter disgust laced within the voice of Großadmiral Fliegertruppen Ludwig caught everyone by surprise, even Keitel himself. As the accusation echoed around the room everyone cringed when Foch's face morphed to one of blank hatred. One by one everyone joined sides, professionalism buckling against emotions and pride that were about to be delivered in salvos.

The Prime Minister tried to alleviate the tension but his pleas fell on deaf ears as once could feel the aura around them flare up. The guards immediately stood by their Monarchs ready to plunge in the expected chaos, while Catherine merely pinched the bridge of her nose in growing annoyance.

But before they were consumed by their emotions, a loud screeching could be heard that tore throughout the room. Everyone turned their attention to the would be interruptor and just as quickly, surprise turned to shock and fear.

Whillhelm had to control the situation. He knew first hand how much of a headache politics were and right now and he was in the middle of it. He had to make a final decision because if he won't...someone else will. So he did what he thought was appropriate enough to garner everyone's attention while taking his position in mind.

He stood up, and tried to make himself as imposing as possible which wasn't hard considering how he built his character thus far. He put his hands behind him all the while making sure he hardened his gazed while he stared at the very soul of every single person in front of him, some yielding easily. He tried to add a restrained scowl for added effect...an easy addition especially with how he had been feeling all morning.

And the effect was immediate, a deafening silence could be felt around the room. He remembered that he rarely had to do this with his current character, but it proved to be his advantage, as the simple gesture caught everyone by surprise and they waited with baited breath. Whillhelm for his part was more than happy to make them wait as he just stood there for what felt like an eternity.

As a strained calm descended inside the room, Whillhelm waited patiently for anyone to speak up...none did. With their courage gone he let out a silent exhale of relief. Glad to have prevented disorder and glad to have some semblance of peace. He relished it, strained as it was. Still not uttering a word he proceeded to walk towards the window, his footsteps echoing in his wake.

They followed him, he could feel their gazes as he looked silently out the window. He really felt tired, tired of the surprises, tired of the weight of growing responsibility, tired of...everything. He was about to collapse, he could feel it 'But they would prey on you wouldn't they?' his thoughts echoed.

He grit his teeth at it all, no matter what he'd do, he'll always run someone over, someplace at sometime...but he had to accept that, he doesn't have a choice. If he can't make a decision they'll be happy to be rid of him. He looked up, staring at the clouds…if only.

Making his decision he addressed his council while still having their backs to him.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I understand your concerns for I too share them...but we cannot remain idle while our people are lost, grieving and...afraid" Nods of agreement could be seen around, but most were silent.

"Therefore my decision in this is final" He stated firmly, he hardened his gaze and turned around, locking eyes with his Generals "Continue our mobilization"

He caught a glimpse of Minister Foch's displeasure at this, but made no such attempts at speaking against him...for now at least, 'It will have to do' he thought off handedly.

But he needed to justify this, difficult some of them may be to work with, he can't lose their trust. He had to play this carefully.

"Some of you might have some...concerns about this" some stole a look at the Finanzminister "Some of you might even say that we no longer need such a large military" Some reluctantly conceded this, murmuring their agreement "But I am afraid we cannot. It is clear to everyone that the power to make our neighbors fade out of existence could just as easily materialize a hostile force within our own borders"

Everyone grimaced at that, none more so than the Commanders present. Just the mere thought of it made knots in their stomachs. Big of an army they may have possessed, they couldn't be everywhere at once, it would take too long for any substantial force to be mustered to face the immediate threat deep within their own borders, and when they did, what then? Any enemy with that kind of power could just as easily transport themselves after they've done their deed.

They'll bleed from the inside.

Activating the local militia would help with internal security and would relieve their own forces. And Whillhelm could see the begrudging acceptance of the others. A great many didn't want the Military basically taking over, it'll be just like during the war...but he knew they wouldn't - couldn't question it.

Seeing the opportunity laid bare Frederick took over with little hesitation "It would also distract the population, we can steer the story to our advantage. Instead of bleak and hopelessness, they'll instead see that we are doing everything we can to address the issue. In fact this would help with the panic, we would be able to maintain order while we reorganize"

The sudden proposition by the Crown prince surprised most , but none could deny his words. And with that it snuffed out any remaining arguments the rest may have in regards to the orders given.

Whillhelm couldn't help but feel some of the weight of his shoulder lighten, he sighed to himself, comforted knowing that he wasn't alone. He gave his 'son' an approving look and while no one noticed, Frederick sat a little straighter because of it, all the while Catherine hid a proud smirk by sipping her cup.

She added her piece after a moment, ready as always to offer support and use her influence "My son is right, we can also use the conscription to help ease those who will find themselves less fortunate. We can prioritize our relief efforts to those who were immediately affected" Nods of support were given - mostly from the military.

Whillhelm continued unabated "Minister Foch, Minister Christine mentioned a solution to our...predicament, may I inquire if you know of it?"

Minister Foch sighed as his shoulders slightly slouched, he risked a glance towards Minister Christine, she offered a small smile, he took a moment before he straightened himself as he addressed everyone "The Central bank can immediately start shouldering much of the burden, and we can start using our National Reserves to help those affected. We can also start giving out wartime bonds, reimplement our wartime policies and borrowing from our other private banks, Although I would like this to be as limited as possible"

Foch slumped in his chair, suddenly feeling tired from everything. He looked at Whillhelm with a resigned look before stressing out his concerns "This should give us ample time to reorganize everything...though I must confess that this will not solve all our problems"

Whillhelm gazed at those around the table, gauging their reactions. Nods could be seen while some shared the skepticism of Minister Foch. And it isn't as if it was misplaced, the Central Bank isn't equipped for this and regardless of any implementation they might do, he doubted if it would ever be enough. But for the most part it would keep the other powerful banks in line, the last thing they needed was for them to panic and God forbid if they got any grip of influence in these matters...Whillhelm suppressed a shudder at this.

And the National Reserve? While it was made to theoretically limit the overreaching effects of economic disasters such as a depression, inflation, unemployment crisis and many others. It wasn't meant to be used this early in a situation this dire.

But they had no other options available, it was far from being the perfect solution but it was better than nothing. He unlocked that capability after he had to deal with the war, a good way of making sure you had plenty to go around during another conflict and they've been stocking up on it since, that was where a large majority of their revenue went. This was as good as any to use it, it would at the very least buy them time.

"You have my permission, we'll activate our Reserves. I also want you to work with Minister Christine and Kriegsminister Von Bethmann and make an immediate inventory of what resources we have" Whillhelm said before adding "And begin the creation of possible long term solutions"

The minister inclined his head, this would also make sure that they weren't going to have large riots on their hands - if the news wasn't enough already but at the very least he won't have to put down protesters...which reminds him. "General Albert, how is the population taking this?"

The General didn't answer right away, instead he asked his aid to hand him a folder, and it was clear that he was reading the latest updates from the field, the General frowned slightly but quickly changed it "Based on our latest reports your Majesty...mixed...others are panicking but nothing violent and nothing we can't deal with" he stole a glance at General Walter which he gave a small nod, he quickly read some of the other papers before adding "So far, a large majority are waiting for the official statement of his Majesty"

Whillhelm raised an eyebrow, was it so peaceful? If this was reported back in his world, there would be riots all around and plenty of people would try and use this to topple establishments and he could tell the disbelief plastered all around.

"Really? No massive demonstrations? No massive riots? Not a word from any of the anarchists and the reds? Not even our friends from the "High Order of the Oracles? The Church of Baldr? The High Charity of Máni, or even the others?"

Frowns could be seen from some of the people around the table - mostly from Minister Christine and Lord Otto - at the mocking tone of Count Leon Marx at the religious groups. But it was a valid question nonetheless, they had clear laws that the state and church were separate and Whillhelm made sure that his personal council wasn't filled with fanatics and nutjobs. He had plenty of those already.

Sure he had some who were devout - barring the 2 obvious ministers - but he made it clear that none of them would ever bring it up unless it was in any way connected to their work. Separated from the religious group and the government may be, it didn't eliminate the 2 trying to influence one another.

"No" The flat tone of General Walter answered for them "After learning of our development, action was promptly taken"

Everyone waited for more information but it was clear that the Head of Intelligence wasn't inclined to share more, and even when prodded the clipped answer of "The matter is dealt with, for now"

Whillhelm sighed. It wasn't even that long and he could feel the tension slowly rising in his own cabinet. It was beyond frustrating, when he was essentially being told to just 'Trust them' in these trying times on sensitive matters.

Solidarity was what they needed now more than ever. They had to show they were united lest they lose the confidence of the people.

He grimaced at that '...No. There are many things I can lose, that is not one of them'. Moving back to his seat, he ordered General Walter to explain some of the details they needed to know.

With some hesitation, probably thinking on how to word it properly, he addressed everyone "As you all know, the Agentur des Kaiserlichen Geheimdienstes already have contingencies in place for this"

If there was one thing to be said about Whillhelm is that he had a very good memory, more so than the average person. But for the life of him, he was very certain that he didn't help, make, or prepare any contingencies like this and it was clear from everyone that he was sharing their dubiousness at what was said. Luckily General Walter was far from done.

"We already have men planted deep within the organizations of...let us say People of Interest. It was clear that they were going to use this for their own agendas. So we merely acted first" He stopped and sipped his cup of coffee "Within hours of our first strikes we had crippled a large percentage of their operations and we made sure to target the biggest and most dangerous of the groups. The rest were simply too small and too divided to be of any threat yet"

General Walter put his cup down with an air of satisfaction and confidence "We will have little to worry about them, I am already coordinating with the Army" He nodded at Feldmarschall Von Moltke, who returned the gesture "We will intensify our operations and by month's end we would have all of them snuffed out"

"You move fast, General " Catherine stated in surprise.

"Treatment without prevention is simply unsustainable my Empress" General Walter stated simply "With their local and foreign support gone, they will soon feel the noose tighten around their necks"

Whillhelm frowned at that, he wasn't so keen on what happens in the shadows. It made his stomach churn at the mere thought of it. He suppressed the creeping memories and shudder he had with intelligence agencies.

Abhorrent as it was and personal experience aside, he knew the importance of it all. He wasn't about to make his country blind and deaf, but at the same time...he didn't want blood soaking the shadows of his Empire either.

"General Walter" The man immediately focused his attention at him, Whillhelm swallowed thickly "I want you to make sure that the offer of surrender can be made available to them first"

Whillhelm saw the questioning look of the General as well as those around him, none more so from his military staff "They are still imperial citizens" Whillhelm stated firmly "If...if they can be convinced to drop their cause, then with caution we can have them within our ranks again...do what you must if they refuse all matter of dialogue"

The room was quiet at this, but Whillhelm could see the small approving smiles of his Ministers as well as from Catherine and Frederick while his military staff shared glances with each other. The silence was broken when General Walter replied "...Of course your Majesty, I will see to it"

Whillhelm took that as a small victory. He gritted his teeth at that, he knew his decision could only do so much, but it was better than nothing.

"Your work is commendable General, but while you have dealt with those who lurk in the darkness, might I enquire what of the Empire's religious factions?" The Prime Minister asked hesitantly.

"They have not been touched, they are however using this to their own ends and if my estimates are correct they would garner a large number of supporters. For the moment we have seen no concerning movements made...but we are monitoring them and IF they do in fact do something with it... we have people in place and contingencies ready to be activated" General Walter added the last part softly, he asked a servant for more coffee all the while ignoring the disapproving and wary looks of the Ministers.

"Do excuse me, General but it seems you are underestimating them"

General Walter stared at Minister Christine with an unreadable expression "Far from it, they may preach to our Gods but they are far from sincere or faithful...they have done plenty of other deeds, deeds that would not please many, let alone our deities...deeds we are aware of"

None made any comment at the ominous undertone, but it was clear on what was implied. It was a testament to the Empire's Intelligence Network; it was vast and influential. It was effective and no one would question that, but because of it, in return it garnered a reputation among those who work for and against it.

"Make sure to inform me of any developments that might occur" Whillhelm replied before adding "All decisions on how to proceed will be discussed by this council beforehand and approval of any such actions would be made by me first and foremost"

General Walter bowed in acknowledgement, while relief could be seen from those around. Whillhelm hoped that this should be enough to alleviate the concerns of everyone present, he needed to be careful with how they needed to approach this. It would be a very pressing issue if he merely executed religious figureheads, but it would provide him no benefit if they were unchecked. For now they can be left alone.

"Furthermore General Albert, I want the public to know. Release what we have, do so in small quantities" Whillhelm put up hand stopping the look of protest from the General "We cannot hide what is already known, furthermore we shouldn't be sewing confusion lest it will come back to haunt us"

General Albert reluctantly nodded in understanding, he could understand the stance of his Emperor, there wasn't really any point in trying to hide what happened, they'd be having more problems if they did.

"It will be done, your Majesty" General Albert replied simply.

"Coordinate your efforts with Lord Otto and General Von Gemp" Feldmarschall Von Moltke added, General Albert gave a 'Yes Sir' in acknowledgement. All the while keeping his concern with himself, he knew the difficulties his department was about to face - he corrected himself, already facing.

He had some ideas that may work in the very least in diverting the populations attention, He had work to do.

"Do we have any news as to what parliament has to say to this?" Whillhelm asked.

"None so far your Majesty, I only knew of this just this moment, but I'm certain that they would know very soon" Gotha answered, he leaned in unto the table and exhaled grimly.

"It isn't them who were worried about your Majesty" Whillhelm stared at General Walter, he raised his eyebrows at this and was about to ask when Frederick took after the General.

"It's the High Council" He said in a scowl. At the mere mention of the High Council, most expressed their concerns in one form or the other. Whillhelm clenched his jaw but hid his surprise well, he had completely forgotten about them. One of the most integral pieces of his Government, a society that made his Empire the 'Empire'.

He was once again burdened by a new challenge, one that could prove his ultimate downfall. He stared at his son and he remembered the letter on his desk...and dread filled him as he realized the full repercussions of it.

"I don't see a problem with them" Lord Otto replied, getting the attention of everyone "Influential they may be, the current circumstance we find ourselves means that they could not so easily use that influence on us"

"We also have allies in the Council, and their capabilities are nothing to scoff at" The Prime Minister reassured everyone "We still hold a large influence in parliament and they wouldn't dare challenge that, not when we still hold the confidence of the people"

"And we will hold it. We move accordingly and all the pieces will fall into place" Von Moltke surmised, he shared a discreet and knowing look with General Walter and the man just nodded in turn.

That was true, Whillhelm calmed himself. Trying his best not to look fazed, so as long as he had support, they could maintain their hold. He grit his teeth at that 'I'M JUST A GODDAMNED REPORTER!'

Another one...another bullshit piece to remember in this ever growing labyrinth called Politics, once again Catherine took his hand and squeezed reassuringly, he once again...sighed. He took a moment to compose himself before addressing those around him "I will...deal with them, Prime Minister Gotha is correct. We still have cards to play and we will use them"

They all nodded, some expressing their support on the matter.

"Well then, one question remains," Prime Minister Emil Gotha said evenly. He put down the scotch he was drinking and gave an unreadable look to those around him "Do we still declare Martial Law?"

The question echoed around the room as everyone glanced with each other, before landing their questioning gaze at Whillhelm. Whillhelm for his part was as speechless as any of them were.

Martial Law.

The thought didn't even cross his mind, he was the only person here that could declare it - along with a few other people if he was 'preoccupied' - and with the current circumstances it could prove useful.

He took another glance at the papers, recounting information and weighing options. On one hand he could easily maintain control over everything until the dust settled or he could forgo all of it and just maintain control without giving up personal freedoms.

He hummed as he thought about it, but after a minute of contemplation he sat straighter and declared "No. We should not"

"There is no need for it. I think we made the necessary decisions today" He smiled brightly...well tried too at least, he closed his eyes and leaned back into his chair. He opened his eyes, still possessing his small smile "The people will rejoice knowing we are doing everything we can as of the moment, and they will be relieved when they find out they won't be under an iron boot" Nods were shared all around while some gave a sigh of relief.

It was clear that some didn't share this decision but loyalty and professionalism won out. Whillhelm didn't know how to feel about that, he was glad that they all followed their orders but he needed to make sure he didn't lose their support.

He had to remember to take note of everyone here, it paid to pick the right people. The members of his court may argue and question but they supported him, he was glad...lucky even. But he knew this was only the beginning, and frankly? He wasn't looking forward to it.

With that finished Whillhelm finally took his seat and only then did he feel his shoulders relax from the unseen weight they had been carrying. He wanted to slouch - no, scratch that, he wanted to go back to bed and get more sleep. The problems they had were far from finished, but for now, he'll take this peace...short as it was. He knew he'd have to cherish any and every respite he could get.

He stopped himself from closing his eyes and just for a moment…let go, let go of everything.

Whillhelm's attention was suddenly drawn by Catherine standing up and calling everyone's attention "Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe that we have covered much for this morning" She immediately signaled for Beorg, and he opened the doors of the room where servants and chefs streamed in the room with carts. His assumptions were confirmed when they opened the domed lids.

He looked around and saw that everyone had received their own meal, he discreetly clutched his stomach, only now feeling how empty it felt. He remembered he hasn't eaten anything since waking up and it was another grim reminder of where he is now.

"My Dearest subjects" Catherine, elegant as ever, addressed the council in practiced poise. "I know that we have much to discuss, but I know that you all have taken great effort in making yourselves available, therefore I have requested the Royal chefs to create a small feast for this morning"

Seeing this, the Feldmarschall was about to protest but the subtle steely gaze of the Kaiserin all but wilted any attempt of dispute "Your efforts, loyalty and dedication to the Empire is very much appreciated" She softly gestured to their plates all the while offering the Feldmarschall a motherly smile and gestured to the food that was offered "Please enjoy"

Everyone bowed their heads and one by one began eating with the same practiced elegance and class that came with being a noble and from the upper class. Conversations flowed as everyone enjoyed themselves, the topics light and strayed away from politics, an unspoken agreement that everyone adhered to.

Catherine called his attention, she leaned in and whispered "I want to talk to you" She said adding a gentle "Please" at the end.

Whillhelm immediately understood, he collected himself and stood up slowly. He easily got the attention of those around the table "Ladies and Gentlemen, Though I would like nothing more than to feast with my loyal Ministers and Generals, but it appears that personal matters cannot be delayed any longer. Please, enjoy the meal. We will return shortly"

He moved next to Catherine and asked her to accompany him as she hooked her arms with his. Whillhelm noted how enthusiastic and relieved she was. He swallowed at this, and pressed down his urge to politely distance himself from her. Kate was still fresh from his mind 'For appearances' He said to himself.

"Frederick join us" Catherine called softly when they were about to move, Frederick...his 'son' excused himself and with the same practiced poise his mother had, stood up and joined them. As they were outside, Catherine guided them to another room next to the one they were in "I have prepared breakfast for the 3 of us"

Catherine turned to him and whispered "Forgive me, but this may sound selfish...I merely wanted to spend time with you"

Whillhelm pursed his lips at that, oh he understood, he did very well. She basically had to see his character suffer and if the reports were to be believed he looked like he was close to death. She really didn't have the chance to speak with him, ever since he woke up, he was immediately needed, issues had to be addressed, meetings to be attended and reports to be read.

He understood it fully.

He'd be the same if it happened to Kate...she would be angry and frustrated if she couldn't spend any time with him if the conditions were the same. But it didn't mean it was easy to deal with. He still felt like he was betraying her.

Instead he tried to give Catherine an assuring smile "No, it is not selfish at all" He whispered back "I'm glad that we could have this, I needed the reprieve...Thank you"

She warmly smiled back and he once again had suppressed his churning stomach and offered a small smile, she let go of him so she could turn to Frederick, she gave him a firm motherly hug. A gesture he returned in kind. Away from the politics and responsibility, a more relaxed atmosphere could be felt.

"It's always good to see you, it has been months since we last saw you"

He slipped away from her arms to rub the back of his neck "Yeah...I...had a lot of things that I needed to do"

Catherine raised an eyebrow in curiosity and gave an amused smile "It must be important then, seeing you couldn't even send us a letter"

"Yeah...about that I really had a lot of things to do" Frederick countered weakly " I - "

"Your Majesties, Your Highness"

The family of 3 turned their heads at Von Moltke and General Walter in unison "I do apologize for interrupting, but I have something here that must be seen by the Emperor"

"And this could not wait until after breakfast Feldmarschall?"Catherine asked evenly, but Whillhelm and Frederick could see slight glare she was giving out and the strained patience she was trying to hold back.

"I'm afraid not my Empress" General Walter replied, he looked around them and noticed some of the servants and guards present "This is something we could not let anyone know, not even his and her Majesties closest advisors"

Whillhelm sighed, he was already stressed as it was with all the rules and steps that he needed to follow. But he couldn't turn away something that was definitely urgent, especially from the look Von Moltke and General Walter was giving and so he acquiesced, he told Catherine that it was fine and asked Von Moltke to proceed.

They quickly turned to the room Catherine requested specifically for their family. Once inside he quickly dismissed the soldiers and servants, and even then General Walter went around the room and made sure that no one was eavesdropping on them. Surprisingly Catherine waited patiently with curiosity evident on her face, which isn't surprising. He too was curious as to what was so important that it was only for their ears. They all sat down and waited patiently as the two Generals readied the documents they had with them.

"Thank you, your Majesty" Von Moltke said before adding "As mentioned before we could not delay this, it requires immediate attention"

General Walter quietly slid over a folder to him, Whillhelm took it without a word, preparing himself once again for what he knew was dire news. Resigned as he was, he nevertheless prayed for something - anything that might come out as a silver lining.

With a silent intake of breath, he opened the white folder. He stole a glance at General Walter and what he saw made his hope or whatever was left of it crumble.

The man was crestfallen, gone was the man who was known to many as the Empire's boogeyman, his air of confidence gone, his age showing. Now he looked as tired as any of them were.

With hesitation he read what was on the dreaded paper, they waited for him as he read the report. His brow rose in surprise and knitted together in confusion.

"We have foreigners stuck with us? You mean to tell me that we have people from other countries?" That caught the attention of Catherine.

"It would appear so your Majesty, from what we could gather, we have a whole myriad of people that came with us" Von Moltke answered simply, Whillhelm handed over the papers to Catherine which she eagerly took from him.

"Tourists, businessmen, officials from embassies…General why didn't you bring this up earlier?"

"It was going to be our next topic of discussion, your Majesty, but this isn't what concerned us. It's what related to it is"

Now that was peculiar, there were complications in having foreign citizens transported with them, sure. But it didn't change the overall variable of their current predicament, they couldn't do anything about it for the moment and they were going to face the same problems as the average imperial citizen very soon anyway. No it was something else.

"We have concerns of foreign agents, Father" Frederick spoke up, getting the attention of his parents.

"Spies?" Whillehelm asked, his son and Generals nodded in confirmation. That did present real concern, having foreign citizens transported with them wasn't much of a concern but foreign agents? They could host a whole slew of problems, but as Whillhelm sat back and thought about it more.

Was it really?

As far as they were concerned they were stuck here with them. "Is this why you wanted to expedite your efforts General?"

"Yes your Majesty, the sooner we deal with them the better" General Walter replied with subdued firmness.

Whillhelm pursed his lips at that, it was easier for them to reach out to them and offer cooperation, god knows the amount of time and resources they could save. He could easily order it, it was tempting but as he looked at the people around him, he could already tell that collaboration was the last thing on their minds.

Old grudges died hard it seems, but it was easily understandable. A decade long conflict would breed resentment no matter the situation.

But that still left one question, why the rush? These people had nowhere else to go, not a country to their name and fresh for the picking, time is something they have in short supply.

"Is this all General?"

A moment of hesitation crossed the suddenly beleaguered man "...I'm afraid not your Majesty"

He asked that Whillhelm take a look on another piece of paper, annoyance crept ever closer inside him. Whillhelm took the piece of parchment, unfolded it and read its contents...he paused and took a closer look at the words. Silence hung in the room as the occupants waited for him, the Generals more so.

After what felt like an eternity Whillhelm let out an exhausted groan as he put the paper down. He pinched his nose in annoyance.

Catherine took the document from him in a rush, and while she took her time in reading the accursed paper, she too succumbed to the feeling of indignation.

He slumped in his chair and ran a tired gloved hand over his face "You're telling me...that your organization is all but crippled?"

"Half strength your Majesty" General Walter replied half heartedly.

Whillhelm grit his teeth in anger, he opened his eyes and glared up, beyond the room, beyond the palace. He was tired, beaten, sore and consumed by a whole ocean of other such emotions. He exhaled loudly before righting himself in his chair to address General Walter, the man gave him his full attention.

Half Strength? It was combat ineffective! This isn't good, the repercussions alone...no he didn't even want to think of the repercussions. If they declared the losses of their forces, then anyone can easily deduce the condition of their Intelligence agency

He stopped himself from lashing out at his General...though barely. He reminded himself that it wasn't his fault "Your confidence is inspiring General" He stared hard at him "But forgive me if I don't share your confidence, with all that is happening now...are we still capable in maintaining the status quo?"

General Walter hesitated and was tempted to give an answer of appeasement, but honesty won out "It will be...difficult your Majesty, but not impossible, we still posses decent manpower and all our major assets for our domestic intelligence gathering is completely intact "

Whillhelm sighed heavily at that, it didn't make him feel any better, but he didn't have a choice. He took some consolation at the fact that they at the very least have a still functioning Intelligence agency.

He once again took another look at the report and slightly shook his head at it. He was too tired to be surprised anymore. He was starving, sore and was sporting several headaches already. The novelty of being surprised was all but dampened.

The entire 'Foreign Division' of the agency was gone - save for the staff headquartered in the Empire. He couldn't remember the exact number of agents lost, but he was certain they had thousands scattered all around their neighboring countries.

Now all gone like dust in the wind

"So all we have left is Abteilung Einz and Abteilung Zwei of our Internal division'' Whillhelm said more so for himself. He contemplated on what to do next, for the most part they could still hear and see what's happening around them and hearing the results General Walter provided, it was clear that they may have been wounded, severely so. They could still sink their fangs on anyone they wanted, and no one can so easily get away from their cold embrace.

Whillhelm fixed his stance and mustered all the knowledge and strength befitting of his position, he was rewarded with shackled focus "Gentlemen, I thank you for bringing this to my attention and while I share your concern on the matter" Whillhelm affixed his gaze on General Walter, the man pursed his lips already knowing his decision "This is not going to be our priority"

It hurt, General Walter expected it but it was still different when it was said, he wanted to object but he halted himself.

"I'm sorry General" Whillhelm continued.

"My dear are you sure?" Catherine asked in slight surprise "This is something we need to address"

"And we will" Whillhelm replied "But as it stands, we don't have the resources to spare, once everything is settled. Then we can start focus on this, General Walter"

The man sat straighter in his chair "With what you presented earlier, am I correct to assume that you are still combat capable?" The man replied with crisp "Yes your Majesty" Whillhelm nodded "Then we continue on General, I will give you full reigns in this. Until everything is settled we will help you in anyway we can"

"Thank you your Majesty"

"You have my word General, I will make this top priority when everything is done" General Walter inclined his head in thanks. He left out a relieved sigh at this.

Whillhelm let it go at that. He knew General Walter well, his confidence in him was well placed. While it made him anxious at the condition of their tattered Intelligence agency, he knew the man didn't take his job lightly. And if the features he possessed in the game was anything to go by then he can sleep easier tonight.

He shared a short glance at Feldmarschall Von Moltke. The man caught his gaze and although the exchange was short, the man nonetheless understood what was being asked. Whillhelm isn't cruel, he promised General Walter all the help he can get him, and he will.

He felt a hand clasp his own, he subtly returned the favour and while he was relieved and thankful at the gesture and all the comfort it entailed he nonetheless felt a sense of betrayal and loathed it.

"You have our full confidence General, rest assured that the crown will be supporting you at this endeavor" Catherine added with affirmation.

"Thank you, your Majesty" General Walter thanked in relief.

"Now with that out of the way, Feldmarschall you also have something for us?"

"Yes your Majesty, this won't take long. I can assure you and his Majesty that is welcome news"

That piqued the curiosity of the three seated royals, if it was good news, hell any news was at all that might be remotely good and didn't relate to their...depressing situation then Whillhelm will be more than happy to welcome it with open arms.

Von Moltke quickly opened his folder and gave him once again a piece of paper, Whillhelm glanced at the report and to the Feldmarschall and slowly took it from his hands, but the document remained folded, unopened as Whillhelm just stared at the piece of parchment with what felt like an eternity. He felt the weight the paper carried, eager and reluctant to view its contents.

He mustered what was left of his energy and opened the document.

He read it and read it again and he would forget just how many times he did just that and once again he would be haunted to silence at what he had just released unto this new world.

"Your Majesty, I am glad to report that everything is going as planned" Von Moltke stated as Whillhelm took one last glance at the dreaded paper and stared at him, waiting for the inevitable answer.

"Phase one of Project 'Sól' is a success"

Authors Notes:

Hey Guys,

It's been a while hasn't it? I know what you are all thinking and all I can say is...I apologize, a lot of things came up that forced me to put this story of mine at the bottom of my priorities. A whole myriad of issues came up, but to um it all up. I had to find a new job, cuz the current one I have now isn't capable of providing what I need to pay bills and a whole slew of other things. So I am getting a new job with new schedules and such, so I won't be able to update as much as I want to, but like I promised all of you. I will finish this.

The other reason was I needed to get this particular chapter right. As you all know there are plenty of stories like mine - Summoning Japan An ISOT in Grimdark to name a few - Highly recommend them. I wanted to show how difficult of a situation the Empire finds itself in and how drastic of a change our dear friend Whillhelm has to make. While other stories would normally brush aside this situation or right their solution afterwards, I wanted to show how crippling it can be. I dearly hope I made a successful attempt at this.

I also wanted to make sure all of you are getting your times worth in this. You are giving your time and energy to read what I made, I want to make sure that you finish it satisfied. I can write my stories a lot faster and post them easily enough, the reason I don't? I don't want to make mistakes. I want to make sure that the quality I give out either improved or at the very least maintained.

Now I have good news, I am getting the plot a lot more fleshed out now, the bad news? A large number of the chapters I made before could no longer be used or saved, I tried salvaging them but as the story is moving forward a lot of the work I did can no longer fit the plot. But I see this as an improvement, I would have more leeway in getting this more fleshed out, so in the end its a win.

I do apologize for those readers that might see my story "slow moving" and once again I am terribly sorry but I hope you all understand that I needed to make a good foundation to get this all started. I can assure all of you though that their will be plenty of action on the next chapter.

On another note, I saw several mistakes and updates on the previous chapter. Don't worry it won't change the story you can all read it again if you like but I will be making a list of the things I changed here:

- Empire of the Rhine to Changed to the Imperial Federation of Central Europa - Had to change it because the name didn't represent the whole empire.

- Royal Doctor to Royal Physician - Had to change this because Physician is more professional.

- The new Republic fled to the west not the east - minor change really.

Those are the changes I made, as mentioned it is relatively minor. But like I said I don't want making this mistakes again in the future.

Also:

I give credit to where credit is due:

The saying used "Treatment without prevention is simply unsustainable" was mentioned by Melinda Gates.

See you all soon. As always comment and review :)