AN: Disclaimer: FoZ/ZnT belong to the departed Noboru Yamaguchi and whoever inherited the I.P.. Any real life organisation/person is merely being used in a fictional non-profit way. Special thanks to Trainalf for his help and co-authoring as well.
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Saito's description of Canada and the US is one from an idiot nerd who's watched too many movies and saw too many shitty memes on the internet. Don't take it seriously ok?
The Hour of Decision
The sound of running footsteps could be heard in the second year students' quarters.
"Wait up Louise!" Saito shouted as he ran down the hallways. He was covered in soot as the mage had blown up a nearby portion of the wall when he tried running after her. He was met with more wailing and incoherent shouting.
He briefly saw Louise trying to open her quarters' door but she fumbled. The teenager quickly hit the deck, knowing what would happen next. Another explosion soon took care of the offending door and scorched the wall around it.
Saito sighed and knew who would be getting a new one.
"Louise!"
He heard more sobbing as he got closer to their room. As he entered, he saw the pinkette face down on her bed, her face buried in a pillow.
"Go away!" she yelled between sobs, "I don't wanna see you ever again you dog!"
The familiar rubbed his forehead.
"Louise," he breathed, "I'm not just going to abandon you like that."
She looked up from her pillow, her eyes red and her face flushed.
"I don't believe you," she sobbed, "Y-you should have seen yourself back there..."
"Well, I do want to go home," he replied kindly, "But not without you. I want to show you the beauty of my world."
She raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"B-b-but what about my responsibilities to the Princess and to Tristain?"
"We'll find a way," he answered with determination, "My world has ways of travelling and communicating quickly so it wouldn't be too hard."
Louise sniffed as a faint smile appeared on her face.
"Maybe you're not such a bad dog after all. You are more loyal to your master than I thought."
Saito snickered before drawing her in for a passionate kiss. Louise felt her heart skip a beat as their mouth met. Suddenly, they both felt a menacing aura fill the room. Breaking away from each other, both saw a tall blonde woman with glasses and pink eyes. She was dressed in a white and purple dress with a pink bow.
What stood out the most was her harsh face… and clearly angry expression. A dozen veins appeared to have popped in her forehead.
"WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING. TO. MY. SISTER. YOU. MANGY. CUR?!"
Both Saito and Louise shook with fear as they imagined flames appearing around the woman.
"He-he-hello Eleonore," the younger girl stammered out, "H-h-how are you doing?"
Saito blanched at hearing the name. He could understand why Louise was terrified of her now.
"A-aah, L-louise told me about you E-eleonore," he stuttered before the woman turned her attention to him. Her stare froze his blood.
"How dare you address me so informally peasant?!" she roared, "How dare you defile my sister in such a way?!"
"E-eleonore, he's my familiar!"
Louise realized this was not the right thing to say as Eleonore pinched her left cheek and began scolding her.
"Little Louise… how dare you pervert yourself?! He is little more than a unwashed beast."
Saito felt a vein pop in his forehead at being insulted like that.
"Excuse me?!" he shouted back, surprised that he had the courage to talk back to the blonde harpy, "I might be Louise's familiar but I'm still a human being you snobby tart."
"What did you just call me peasant?!"
Eleonore released her younger sister's cheek.
"Saito no!" Louise whined, rubbing her reddened cheek, "Stop it!
"Only if she apologizes first!" he barked.
"What?! To a mere commoner?!" Eleonore snapped, "Little Louise! Mother and Father will hear of your debauchery and your laxness towards your familiar! As a matter of fact, they are coming with the De Vallière's army."
The pinkette's eyes widened as she blanched before turning towards Saito.
"You idiot! Stop it!"
"Not until she apologizes for what she did to you!"
"I should be the one demanding apologies!" the older sister retorted angrily as she drew her wand, "This filthy commoner needs to know his place when in presence of his superiors! Something you, as his master, should have taught him!"
"Eleonore no!" Louise saw Saito draw Derflinger, "Saito no!"
"And here I thought Pinkie had a temper, partner," the sword commented dryly, "Hey Blondie! Think you can tone it down with the attitude. Hey Pinkie, think you can teach your sister manners when it comes to men? I think she needs to get laid-"
"WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY. YOU. PIECE. OF. SCRAP?!" Eleonore roared as she readied her wand and Saito raised Derflinger, the runes on his hands shining.
Louise couldn't help but groan in annoyance. Her oldest sister had issues with men. Eleonore's engagement with the Count de Bourgogne wasn't doing so well...
Whatever hell was about to break loose was averted by the arrival of Princess Henrietta.
"Your Highness!" Eleonore said, surprised before bowing. She was composed in an instant and put away her wand in her sleeve. Saito had lowered his sword. Louise took the diffusion of tensions as an opportunity to run up and give him a few whacks on the head.
"You idiot! You could have gotten hurt!"
"Ow, ow, ow," he groaned, "I was just trying to defend you against that-"
Louise's stare convinced him to stop his sentence there.
"Yes, hello." The princess walked right past Eleonore, much to her confusion, and up to Louise and Saito.
"Louise-Françoise, M. Saito," she said calmly, "Would you both accompany me back to the Capital? I require your counsel M. Saito."
"Yes your Highness!" both master and familiar replied.
"Is this about Canada?" Saito asked. The princess nodded before gesturing them to leave.
"I hope for your help, since you would know your world better than us."
Eleonore was confused, to say the least, about what they were talking about. She tried to follow them, only for the commoner musketeer captain Agnes to appear behind her.
"The princess' orders are clear Lady Eleonore," Agnes said almost contemptuously with no hint of doubt in her voice, "She is only to be accompanied by Lady Louise-Françoise, M. Saito and I. No one else."
Eleonore looked almost apoplectic as she stood there. What could her highness possibly want her and her mangy familiar for? Her sister couldn't even cast a spell correctly!
Moments later, Louise and Saito were boarding the Royal Carriage with the princess. Agnes was driving it while some of the Musketeers had saddled up. As the carriage began moving, Henrietta's look turned to Saito.
"M. Saito, what can you tell me about the Kingdom of Canada?" she asked frankly, "Do you think they would accept a political marriage?"
"Your Highness! You shouldn't degrade yourself like that!"
Saito straightened himself after the shock of being asked such a question.
"W-well, Canada isn't a kingdom," he answered, "In fact, few countries in my world are kingdoms. Some still have kings and royalty, but they're...figureheads. No real power. My country of Japan is like that. Our Emperor Akihito doesn't rule. Instead it's, when I was still there at least, Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and the Diet of Japan."
"You have an Emperor?" Louise asked, surprised.
"Yeah, why?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" she snapped.
"You never asked."
Louise slapped herself on the forehead.
Henrietta looked downtrodden all of suddenly. How could she secure an alliance with Canada?
"I see. Do you know who is Prime Minister Justin Trudeau?"
Saito scratched his head for a moment before answering.
"Well, we don't pay much attention to leaders of other countries in our world. Canada is pretty far away from Japan too."
More disappointment for Henrietta while Louise was disappointed that her familiar wasn't as helpful as she wished.
"But I did hear that he was an honest, fair and respectful man. His people love him from what I remember."
"So how are alliances formed in your world, if not by political marriages?" Saito was only a high school student, so obviously he wasn't that smart about world politics, but he tried to answer.
"They negotiate fair deals and sign treaties that bind nations together. If they're in a country's interest, anyway" That troubled Henrietta; what could her small country possibly offer to a nation that was so wealthy?
"Ah, is Canada known for good dealings?" the princess asked, a slimmer of hope in her voice.
"Yes, they're known to be one of the most generous nations in our world," Saito said, "Their people are famous for their politeness and kindness."
Henrietta's face lit up.
"What of their people? Is it true that they live in a cold harsh land?"
Saito nodded as he remembered what he saw on the Internet.
"Very harsh land, apparently the weather is terrible with temperatures going from scorching hot to painfully cold very quickly. The land is also known for having terrible creatures like the polar bears who feast on people that aren't careful."
The Tokyo teen was trying to remember what he saw on the Internet without realizing most of it wasn't true. His company didn't know he wasn't completely sure about what he was telling them.
"Polar bear?" Louise asked, wondering how dangerous these bears were.
"Uh yes, they're big white bears that live in the frozen wastelands of Canada that like to hunt and eat people."
"Eep! That sounds terrible!" his master exclaimed, "How do they survive against those monsters?"
Saito scrunched his face in concentration. He suddenly remembered seeing pictures of Canadians on moose. That must be why those people rode those animals.
"They use moose to get away from them. Big... horses with wood growing out of their heads to defend themselves."
"They must be a hardy people to prosper in such conditions," Henrietta remarked, "Their warriors must be truly phenomenal."
"Yes. They're also known for their great singers like Justin Bieber and Celine Dion," he said, remembering other things.
"Oh is their nation known for their art?" Henrietta asked, "If they make such fine coats, they must be a land of great beauty."
"Yes yes. They have great painters that paint their lands."
"What of their allies?"
Henrietta was most interested in this question.
"Ah, they have many allies like the United States of America! They're allies of Japan too." Saito exclaimed. He saw plenty about that country online and in movies.
"What are they like?"
The Tokyo teen didn't know where to start.
"They're led by a man named Donald Trump," he finally started explaining, "He's a very wealthy businessman that was chosen to lead his country."
"Businessman?"
"Ah euh, a merchant."
Louise raised an eyebrow at this. "How could a merchant lead a nation? What do you mean 'chosen'?"
"Every four years, the American people choose a new leader for their nation. A leader can only be chosen twice." he explained, "And they liked him enough to choose him."
"I see," Henrietta said curiously. A nation led by a merchant shouldn't be too dangerous, "How powerful are they?"
"They're the most powerful and wealthy nation on Earth!" Saito exclaimed, "They have the mightiest weapons and millions of soldiers."
If a merchant led a nation, it would have to be wealthy.
"Millions?!"
"Many of their soldiers guard Japan from our enemies." Henrietta looked hopeful again.
"Do you think these nation would want to open diplomacy with us too?"
"Eum yes," he said.
"What are the American like?"
Saito had trouble figuring out how to explain the average American. Like Canadians, most of what he thought he knew was off the mark.
"They love their freedom and their land," he finally said, "So every American man, woman and child has at least five firearms to defend themselves at all times! They all know how to use their weapons very well! They fight alot too!"
"But M. Saito," Henrietta interrupted, "Firearms are nothing compared to swords and bows. They fire too slowly."
"Ah but you see, the Americans have weapons that can fire hundreds of rounds before reloading," Saito explained enthusiastically, having remembered the powerful American weapons in his video games, ''Their firearms are the best in the world too.''
Both Louise and Henrietta look awed.
"Really? How do they not conquer the rest of your world?" Louise asked, perplexed that such a warlike people could restrain themselves.
"The Americans like to be protectors of the World," Saito explained, hoping he was right, "They voluntarily defend many nations with their army, air force and navy. It allows them to fight all the time."
"Why do they need armies?" Louise asked skeptically, "If every man, woman and child has a weapon and are so warlike?"
"Euh, well their soldiers are even more warlike," he explained as he remembered the many American war movies he saw, "They're trained very harshly to the point of constantly praying for war! The soldiers are no longer humans but weapons that seek blood. They make up a lot of stories about wars and soldiers that everyone in their country loves. One of these soldiers, Rambo, could wipe out entire armies by himself… half naked with his bare hands!" He mimicked with his hands some kind of gesture that resembled a man twisting a neck, surprising both girls.
"Some love the smell of burning napalm in the morning! It smells like victory for them!"
"Na-palm?" Louise mimicked.
"Huh yeah, a kind of weapon that they invented with alchemy to burn entire armies, towns and forests to the ground. They used it alot against their enemies."
Both Louise and Henrietta looked horrified at this. The Germanians were well known for their love of war, but even that looked dwarfed by the people Saito was describing. Even the mightiest Germanian warrior mage wouldn't last long against any one of them. Louise sincerely wondered if these people liked bathing in blood as well while Henrietta imagined a half-naked berserker ripping a burning mage's head off with his bare hands while praying to some pagan god of war. She hated the idea but imagining that fate to Cromwell and Wardes after what they did to Wales was rather satisfying.
"They have this battlecry that they shout as they go into battle: AMERICA FUCK YEAH!"
Saito imitated a large firearm-like weapon being fired into the sky as he yelled the cry, surprising both girls. ''I think it's part of one of their favorite war hymns.''
"What kind of… barbarians are they!?" Henrietta gasped in horror. How she could ally Tristain with that kind of people?
Saito couldn't really answer.
"Our world barely understands how the Americans haven't destroyed themselves to be honest," he finally answered.
"How can those two people be allies?" Henrietta asked, surprise in her voice. One was kind and polite despite hardship… the other was perpetually bloodthirsty and warlike.
"They're brother nations." Saito said, "I think the people that founded both nations came from the same lands. Plus, they're right next to each other and trade alot. They want to get along or they'd be fighting all the time."
"That gives us some hope," Henrietta finally said.
"Saito?" Louise piped up, "What of Japan?"
"Well, we're an Island nation…" Saito started to tell them about his homeland.
As Saito finished his explanation of the United States and Canada, half of the regency council looked pale and sick. They'd been downright skeptical when Henrietta brought the scout Claude's report forward to tell them of the strange land beyond, but the boy's details were much worse. Richemont almost looked he was about to vomit his breakfast as he heard Saito's description of the American barbarians while Mazarin was pallid.
"So M. Saito," Delage asked nervously, sweat on his forehead, "You mean to tell us that a nation that bloodthirsty is nearby the other side of the Gate."
"Yes."
"The thing only keeping them in check are their allies where the Gate appeared," the First Minister continued, "But their allies could summon them to invade us if they wanted to."
"I mean...they don't like to invade other nations for no reason." So, technically that wasn't true, but Saito thought he knew what the man meant.
"That's… reassuring," Archduchess Marianne commented almost sarcastically, "What are your thoughts Richemond?'
The man seemed to regain some colour in his face.
"This gate is truly a curse for our world!" he exclaimed, "If these Americans came through, no one on the continent would be able to stop them!"
"At the same time, Canada wishes for peace and talks between our nations," Henrietta pleaded, "If they are willing to give such a fine gift and their leader honest, we must give them a chance!"
"Your Highness, I fear your judgement has been clouded. I know you regret costing our nation its alliance with Germania, but do not let it impair your thinking!" Mazarin responded, "There are too many risks involved!"
"May I add something?" Saito asked nervously. Delage looked at him and nodded. The shock of events had weakened everyone's will to stick to social norms.
"Yes M. Saito."
"The nation of Canada in our world is beloved by many for their kindness and generosity. They are known to help the poorest of nations," he explained, "The Americans have helped defend my country for over half a century. They even send their soldiers to fight in poor nations to bring order."
"My boy," Richemond said with contempt, "How can we trust barbarians of that kind? Your nation is wealthy so it is natural that the Americans would help you."
"We-well, the alliance came about after a terrible war between our nations," Saito replied, "The Americans won against us and razed many of our cities with powerful weapons. Our great cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were destroyed with two bombs only."
The regency council was shocked. What kind of weapons did this world have?
"Two bombs?"
"Yes, one on each city," Saito answered, "Atomic bombs. Many people suffered because of them because they poisoned the land afterwards for a few years."
Henrietta gasped in horror.
'What kind of weapons did these Americans have?'
Delage's next question was well chosen.
"How can an alliance blossom from that?"
"Well, the Americans occupied our country but helped us rebuild into a wealthy nation," Saito explained, "They saw it as way of making sure our nations didn't go to war again." To most of his audience, it was one of the most absurd things they'd ever heard.
"Hmmph! How do you expect us to believe that?" Richemond snorted in disbelief, arrogance dripping from every word. "How can warlike barbarians even make such a choice?"
"Well, the Americans had found stronger enemies called the Soviet Union. They wanted my country as allies."
"What happened to this Soviet Union?" Delage asked, intrigued.
"They collapsed because they tried to win against the Americans. Their economy couldn't stand against the American one," the Tokyo teen explained, "They didn't even have to fight that the Soviets collapsed by themselves."
Shock marked the council's faces. Just how mighty was this "United States of America" if they could win without fighting a single battle?
"I have faith that this meeting with Canada would bring good fortune," Henrietta declared, her voice steely, "From what we've been told, their world has advanced weapons and magic. If they wanted to invaded us, they would have done so by now. The way that they treated Claude, a commoner, after he arrived in their world show that their leaders are noble. They could have easily detained him and attacked us without warning."
"But your highness!" Mazarin pleaded, "This is far too dangerous! Even more reckless than what you have already done."
"No, Cardinal Mazarin, I intend to seize this opportunity. Have Count Mott ready to meet with their leaders," she ordered, "Scout Dubois is to return to Canada with a message from me to let them know the Count is coming."
A few hours later, Henrietta was standing in her quarters. She had finished writing her answer to Prime Minister Trudeau while Claude had been dispatched back to the Gate, under escort from Agnes's Musketeers to deliver it. Count Mott had also been summoned to the Palace and she had met with him. Outwardly, the man appeared to be ecstatic for the meeting as he left for his domain. The princess knew that the arrogant man would act like so as he envied any possibility to advance himself in her court. She had been lucky that the cowardly man didn't hear what Saito had said about the dreaded Americans.
"Greetings your Highness," a familiar voice sounded. Looking at the source, Henrietta saw her old friend and her familiar.
"Louise-Françoise," she greeted as she stood up from her desk.
"I've heard of your plans concerning Canada," the mage said, "I pray to Brimir that this goes without troubles."
"You shouldn't worry at all," Saito added nonchalantly, "As I've said, the Canadians are the nicest people on Earth despite their harsh lands."
"I am still worried about the United States of America," Henrietta replied, "I hope that they can contain themselves."
"Well, somehow, they still haven't destroyed my world so there's some restraint in those people," he shrugged.
"I also wanted your assistance M. Saito," the princess said, pointing to the black coat that rested on her chair, "I have attempted to wear this magnificent coat that Canada gave but I am unable to fasten it. I'm afraid I'm not very familiar with these teeth."
"It'll be my pleasure your Highness," he answered smiling. He felt Louise glaring at him and glancing over, he saw her familiar "Don't embarrass me, I'm begging you" look written all over her face.
"Don't worry, I know how to attach these coats. The teeth are called zippers your Highness and are used on many pieces of clothing in my world."
"Ah wonderful," she said as she made her way to her new coat and draped over her shoulders, "I must admit, the artisan who made this coat has great talent. I have not yet fastened it but I already feel it's warmth."
"The Canadians are known for making good coats," Saito explained as he zipped her coat, "So to fasten this, you align these two ends together before pulling up this piece."
"It is deceptively simple and quick to attach," the princess commented, "It is quite warm. I presume that this is quite uneasy to unfasten."
"Exactly, you merely do the opposite."
The princess unzipped the black coat and looked at Louise.
"Would you like to try it Louise-Françoise?"
"No, I couldn't, your Highness. That is your gift from Canada, not mine."
"I am free to do what I want once I have received a gift, so please try it Louise-Françoise," the princess insisted as she removed the coat and made her way to Louise, "You are my staunchest ally so it is of no bother."
"But…"
"No buts."
Louise felt Henrietta place the coat on her shoulder and she slid her arms into the sleeves. It was quite hot and comfortable though it reached lower down her legs and her arms didn't reach the end of the sleeves. Saito then zipped up. It felt like wearing a hug.
"So do you like it?" the boy asked, "It looks good on you."
"Yes, it is quite comfortable but do you think you can take it off?" Louise replied, blushing slightly, "It's getting quite hot in this coat."
"Are you sure it's just the coat?" he teased with a grin, causing the pinkette to splutter.
"Ha-ha, very funny dog," she replied half-heartedly while Henrietta snickered in the background.
The eyes of the world were upon Parliament Hill, Ottawa. Despite the cold, Trudeau and members of his cabinet stood on a stage, the prime minister behind a podium. Reporters from all over the world had flocked to the Canadian capital.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. I am pleased to announce to the world the latest developments concerning the Montreal Gate.
A week ago, a man from another world called Halkeginia appeared from it. Not knowing our world's weather, he was almost killed by the elements but thanks to the hard work and skill of our doctors and nurses, he was able to safely return to his world bearing a message of peace and friendship from our nation to his leaders.
Our olive branch has been answered by the ruler of his land, Princess Henrietta of Tristain. In her wisdom, she has arranged for an ambassador to come to our country in five days with the desire of starting diplomatic talks with us and our allies. This desire for peace cannot go unanswered. We shall welcome his presence and salute the Tristainian people's desire for dialogue.
I also thank the efforts of our policemen and soldiers in insuring the safety of our citizens in Montreal. Without their strength, there would be chaos and anarchy. For that, I thank them.
This is a truly historical moment for both our worlds with opportunities paving the near future. Let us hope for peace and understanding in the beginning of this new age!"
All over Earth, reactions were mixed. Some saw it as an ill omen, perhaps the end of times. Others refused to believe Trudeau's words. Man from another world? It seemed more like a farce than anything. There was also excitement. A whole new world? This meant all sorts of opportunity!
The scout didn't lie.
Mott grumbled mentally as he and his five guards marched through the tunnel towards Canada. The howling wind resonated in their ears as he exited the structure. It appeared to be morning, the count deduced, looking at the sun above. He was thankful that he and his retinue of guards had enchanted coats that helped against the cold.
"Are you Count Mott?" a masculine voice asked in Tristainian. The voice had a strong thick, accent. Looking around, the count saw a man dressed in a red coat. It was similar to what had been gifted to the princess though it looked simpler. What stood out the most was the man's dark, almost pitch black skin. He was surrounded by a retinue dressed in dark blue coats. These men appeared to be fair skinned unlike their leader. Behind them, dark armoured soldiers stood at attention, holding boxes in their hands. Mott wasn't sure if these were the soldiers or town guards described by the scout. What surprised him was that there were barely a few dozen men guarding the area.
"I am Count Alexandre-Julien "The Wave" de Mott," he introduced himself.
"Greetings Count Mott," the dark skinned man said, "I am Richard Ambroise from Global Affairs Canada. I have been tasked to be in charge of organising the meeting between our heads of state to begin diplomatic talks."
The count was surprised. This man was in charge of such a great task but didn't possess a formal title of nobility.
"We've arranged a location for talks not far from here," Ambroise explained, "We have already transportation waiting, Count Mott."
The Canadian official pointed to a convoy of strange, horseless black carriages. One was particularly long while the others were shorter and boxier.
"Very well, you may take the lead Sir Ambroise." he said. The man nodded and led the count. The noble could feel the eyes of the black guards follow his every move. As he arrived at the longest cart, a man in a formal looking coat opened a door and gestured him in. Mott assumed the man was the carriage driver.
"Excuse me sir," the driver said, "I'm afraid that weapons are forbidden inside the limousine. Your guards are going to have to leave theirs inside the back trunk."
"Excuse me?!"
"I must apologize Count Mott," Ambroise said diplomatically, "It is the customs of our world that diplomats be unarmed as to facilitate discussions. It is also for safety reasons as their weapons are far too cumbersome for the interior of a limousine."
"I will have my guards relinquish my weapons," he replied snidely, "However, I refuse to surrender my wand. It is a symbol of my status." Secretly, Mott was concerned for his safety. Political assassinations were rare, but the events in Albion had left every noble across the countries worried.
Ambroise briefly raised an eyebrow but lowered it quickly.
"I believe a compromise is possible Count Mott," he proposed, "Your guards will stow their weapons but you may keep your wand."
Mott saw two of the Canadian guards look at each other. One approached Ambroise from behind and said something Mott couldn't hear over the damnable weather. The representative nodded before whispering and waving the man off.
"My guards will assist your guards in stowing their weapons in our transports. I invite you to join me inside the limousine."
Ambroise guided Mott into the strange carriage. The interior was like no carriage he'd ever been in. Luxurious black leather seats made up most of the interior while fine wood had been used to decorate the walls. The windows had some kind of enchantment that allowed them to see the outside world clearly but were darkened on the outside, allowing privacy for any passengers inside.
As the Royal Messenger sat down, he couldn't help but note how comfortable the seat was. It was quite different from a Halkeginiancarriage where he had to climb inside. He also realized that magic had also been used to maintain a warm temperature inside much to his discomfort.
"I hope you find this to your tastes Count." Ambroise said as he sat down and unfastened his red coat, revealing a simple grey vest that covered a checkered shirt and light purple cravat. The cravat was much simpler than those he saw in the various royal courts he had visited.
"You may close the door until Count Mott's guards are ready to enter," Ambroise ordered the driver be, "Would you like something to warm yourself? Coffee? Hot Chocolate? Tea? Water?"
"Pardon?" Mott had no idea what it was he was being offered.
"My apologies Count," the representative said as he placed a pearl white cup beneath a silver spigot, "You do not have these beverages in Halkeginia?"
"I have never heard of such things." Water was a commoner's drink and Mott could merely use his magic to satisfy his thirst. He would rather have wine, his favorite being the ones from Southern Gallia, The three other drinks intrigued him however.
"I see," Ambroise answered politely as he activated a strange device. The sound of a liquid flowing soon followed as Count Mott saw a black drink appear from the device and fill Ambroise's cup. The Royal Messenger could smell a rich aroma coming from it and was intrigued by it.
"This is coffee," the Canadian said, "It is a beverage known for its bitterness and reinvigorating properties. Many people here drink it to raise their awareness before working. Would you like a cup?"
The smell was extremely enticing to Mott who accepted the invitation. Pouring another cup, Ambroise handed it to the Count who accepted it with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Tasting it, he found it very hot and bitter. But he could already feel warmth spreading through his body.
"It is possible to sweeten or soften its taste."
"I wish to try such flavouring," Mott asked, handing the cup to Ambroise. He added what appeared to be fresh milk from a small white container before pouring a white powder from a paper sack. Mott took back the cup and found the taste to more pleasant to his palate.
"This coffee is a fine beverage M. Ambroise," he said, "Is it a common drink?"
"Indeed, any man can easily find a cheap coffee to start his day. Most people see it as a necessity, even."
It stunned Mott that such a luxurious drink could be easily obtainable. As he enjoyed another sip, the door opened again, revealing their guards who were now unarmed but entered the carriage. Two sat down on the flanks of each man. A few moments later, the carriage started moving. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt. It was smoother than what he was used. Looking out the window, Mott was shocked. They were passing by buildings at an alarming speed. The buildings looked sturdy and warm despite the cold. Some had gaudy signs and appeared to be small shops while others reached far into the skies. They were also passing numerous soldiers, all musketeers.
The carriage suddenly slowed down.
"We have arrived at a security checkpoint," Ambroise explained, "We've shut the area around the gate off for security reasons."
"I understand." He'd seen the Tristainian defenses back on the other side and while they weren't as numerous, they were no less formidable.
Mott glanced outside and he could see a crowd of commoners being held back by town guards with large black shields. "Do you always let your commoners act like rabble?" He sniffed disdainfully.
"Excuse me?"
"The commoners outside look quite rowdy," he snidely remarked, "We would never tolerate such a… disorderly display."
It didn't appear to faze Ambroise who looked at him with a polite smile.
"But you see, this Gate is such a fortuitous event that our commoners have arrived to witness it and to welcome the first official representative from Tristain," he explained, "It is our way to celebrate such a historical moment."
"Hmmph, it is far too irritating to see commoners act in such a way," Mott said arrogantly, still looking outside, "But it flatters me that your people already know how to welcome a member of Tristain's nobility."
A flash of light suddenly caused him to flinch in surprise.
"Why is there magic being used?!" he asked imperiously. Mott became nervous as the volume of flashes increased. His guards tensed beside him. Ambroise and his guards didn't seem to be affected and merely stay silent.
"That is not magic," Ambroise replied, "Those are our photographers. They are taking pictures to immortalize this unique moment. The flashes are part of the camera."
"What do you speak of?" Mott asked, bewildered.
Ambroise began to describe a wondrous device that allowed anyone in this world to make instantaneous, life-like paintings in an instant. The life-like paintings could be swiftly sent to other people for them to enjoy.
"Once these talks are done, M. Ambroise, I wish to be pho-to-gr-aphed," he demanded. Such an opportunity could not be passed!
"I believe that something can be arranged Count."
Moments later, the limousine had come to a stop.
"We have arrived at our destination," Ambroise announced as he reattached his coat. Looking outside, Mott saw more tall, square buildings with large glass windows that reached into the skies. What shocked him was the amount of windows that graced these buildings. He saw one of them being heavily guarded, with many black armoured men standing at various entrances and presumed it was the meeting spot. The Royal Messenger regretted exiting the warm carriage to face the weather again.
As his guards exited, they moved to retrieve their halberds.
"Count Mott," Ambroise said firmly, "It is not necessary for your men to carry their weapons inside. It is also forbidden by our laws to be armed during talks."
This made the noble nervous.
"Excuse me, but I cannot risk my own safety!" he snapped, "I am in a foreign land that is utterly different from mine. I do not wish to be unarmed!"
The Canadian official's eyes flashed with annoyance before he moved away with who Mott presumed to be the head of his guards. Both men whispered to each other and didn't seem pleased at the count's demands. Both finally nodded before returning to the Tristainians.
"My chief of security will allow your men to be armed," Ambroise reported, "However, he is displeased at the compromise and will answer to any act of aggression with appropriate force."
The count sniffed arrogantly.
"I am happy that you have come to your senses but I do not appreciate the insinuations of aggression that you have just made."
"It is the best compromise I can give you Count."
He and his guards were then led into the vast windowed building. Once inside, Mott was amazed at how warm it was despite the cold. There were also many people moving through the lobby dressed in coats or simple clothes that he had never seen before. Many carried papers or cups as they occasionally stopped to stare out the count whose dress stood out. It annoyed him that none of them bowed to his presence.
"I must apologize if this isn't warm enough for you, Count Mott," Ambroise said kindly as he noticed the annoyed look. He and his security detail were leading the Royal Messenger through the crowds of people milling around. It shocked Mott since the weather outside would have strained many Fire mages' magic simply to keep a small portion of this massive building from freezing.
"I am quite comfortable in this building," he said condescendingly, "I find their lack of respect offending however."
He pointed towards the building's staff who were back and forth without acknowledging his title. At best, they glanced quickly at him before turning their attention elsewhere.
"Lack of respect?"
"Yes, why am I not saluted by your court?"
"Ah, this is not a court, Count," Ambroise explained as the group walked through busy hallways, "It is an office building where our state employees work to make our nation function. This building is where our tax collectors calculate what our citizens owe in taxes as well as serve them with various services related to the State. In order to quickly organise the meeting between our Prime Minister Trudeau and your Princess Henrietta, they are instructed to not bother us during our talks."
The explanation both irritated and pleased Mott.
"I appreciate the desire for expediency but I will report this lack of decorum to the princess."
"I understand but my nation's customs towards such great matters is to be a swift as possible. This is how we show respect to foreign dignitaries by avoiding useless loss of time," the Canadian explained as they arrived in front of two heavy metal doors, "The conference room is on the 7th floor."
He pressed a button that was followed by the sound of a bell. The doors opened to reveal a small room of metal and wood.
"This elevator will take us to there. However, we will require multiple trips. I suggest that you and I head up first with two of your guards and two of mine." Ambroise proposed. Mott nodded in acceptance.
"It is a fair deal."
Both men then entered the elevator with their guards. Ambroise pressed a button before Mott felt a jolt. After a few moments, another jolt shook the passengers and the door opened. It revealed a very simple, windowless yellow hallway with brown carpet that was lit by white ceiling tiles. The count was unimpressed by this section. This was where a man of his importance had to negotiate? Moments later, the elevator unloaded the rest of their guards.
"Please follow me Count," Ambroise said, taking the lead. The Canadian noticed the condescending look on the noble but paid no attention to it as they walked towards the meeting room.
As he entered the room, Mott could see large windows that let in bright sunlight. He also saw large brick buildings that made up this city but most importantly, he noticed that the nearby waterfront, harbour and large ships. The nearby river appeared to be massive and the other shore looked well built up as well. Just how big was this city?
Simple wood tables and metal chairs with thin cushions filled the room. The tables were arranged in a circle. Ambroise guided the man to one of the chairs while some of the Canadian guards took positions outside the door. There was also a young, tanned blonde haired woman that entered the room with a clipboard. She wore clothes that fitted her figure well. A white shirt and a rather short skirt. Mott was doing his best to hide his lecherous look from her. As he sat down, Ambroise began to talk. The woman sat next to him and began to write with a strange wooden quill.
"Very well, Count Mott, let us begin this meeting," the Canadian said, "We have many topics to address surrounding Princess Henrietta's visit to Canada."
"Very well M. Ambroise, let us begin."
Later that evening, Prime Minister Trudeau had once again summoned his cabinet for another meeting.
"Good evening everybody," he greeted as he saw the familiar faces of Ministers Freeland Goodale and Sajjan. A quick round of greetings was exchanged.
"Let us get down to business then," Trudeau declared as he sat down at the head of the table. "The reports from Global Affairs are here," Freeland said, "M. Ambroise has met with their Royal Messenger, Count Mott. They have been able to work out a timetable and arrangements for Princess Henrietta's arrival. Ambroise has however reported that the Count was rather difficult to work with."
"Define difficult?"
"He has a rather arrogant demeanour in general, demanding favours 'befitting his noble birth', " she explained, "For example, he demanded to be hand fed by M. Ambroise's secretary during their lunch, claiming that no noble fed himself when a servant was present. Despite the cultural shock, we have been able to reach an agreement concerning Princess Henrietta's visit."
"I see."
"However," Goodale spoke up, "CSIS and the CIA were monitoring everything he and his entourage did during their day here. According to them, the count and his party appeared confused by many things in our world. If they're acting, they should be getting Oscars' according to our agent that followed them."
"This means that there is truth to the scout's claims of another world," Sajjan added, "I've seen the security footage and they appear to be very primitive in terms of weapons and equipment. The guards were wearing metal hauberks and carried halberds similar to those of the 14th-15th centuries, according to our history departments' experts."
"The most alarming thing however was when we told them to stow their weapons during their transit to the meeting place," Goodale said, "Mott refused to surrender his wand, claiming it was an affront to his status of nobility."
"Have we seen any demonstration of his "magic"?" Freeland asked skeptically while Sajjan's attention was fully concentrated.
"No, the count didn't demonstrate any magic," the Minister of Public Security replied, "CSIS believes that the nobles might claim to have magic in order to legitimize their power over the population of Tristain. It has been done before during our history so they have reason to believe the same thing is being done right now."
This information was crucial. If CSIS's guess was right, this meant that they were possibly dealing with a dictatorship that violated human rights on a daily basis. But it did guarantee them a complete military advantage too.
"Did he tell us anything concerning Princess Henrietta?" Trudeau asked next.
"Nothing that the scout didn't tell us already," Freeland replied, "She's the heir to the Blessed Water Throne of Tristain and that she hasn't been coronated yet."
"Does this mean that she in power or not?" the prime minister asked, "If this Kingdom of Tristain is anything like the old kingdoms of Europe, she might be bound by a regency council and might have limited authority."
"Or be a puppet," Sajjan remarked dryly.
"That would make things more difficult," Freeland said, "I doubt that she has no power considering that she did send that count in her name."
"It could be a façade," the minister of defense said, "She could have been simply pressured into doing so."
"Until we meet this Princess Henrietta," Trudeau spoke, "We can only theorize. If I understand correctly, she is to meet us in two days in Ottawa at Rideau Hall?"
"Exactly, we've arranged for transportation with the Air Force," Freeman answered, "President Trump is to join us the day before."
Trudeau could see Goodale massaging his temples at hearing this.
"Security will be handled conjointly with the Americans as planned," Goodale continued, "They've already started arriving here."
"On to contingencies. Harjit, Ralph?"
"All military units in Quebec have been fully mobilized for any attack through that Gate and our troops have fortified the area around the Jeanne Mance park," Sajjan briefed, "More ammunition has been bought and is being shipped from our factories as well as the US. We've also been in talks with the Americans and we can count on their help if the situation worsens."
"As for Montreal, Mayor Plante, Prime Minister Couillard and I have prepared emergency evacuation plans. The Montreal Police Department has also been cooperating with our military to ensure our citizens' safety. They've deployed their LRAD's as well and the Fire Departement has volunteered some of their firetrucks to help."
"Very well," Trudeau said, "Should anything bad happen, we'll be able to properly protect our citizens?"
Both Sajjan and Goodale nodded.
"Let's recapitulate then."
Trudeau wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for this historical moment.
Upon hearing of Count Mott's return, Henrietta had returned to the Academy the next day with Louise and Saito in tow. Sitting in the Royal Quarters of the Academy, she finished listening to Mott's report. Saito and Louise were in the room as well, the Tokyo teen glaring at the arrogant noble. He still hadn't forgotten how the man tried to purchase Siesta as a mistress. Now the man was exaggerating some parts of his tale to make him look better. Such as claiming that he was given the finest beverages reserved for nobility and how the Canadians kept denying it was magic that built their great cities, saying that their world had no magic.
"Your Highness!" he gushed, "Despite their rudeness and lack of respect for nobility, they were generous enough to have this portrait of my arrival made."
Mott then unrolled a large roll of paper that depicted him in very life-like fashion. He was standing in front of large windows that overlooked a great city and its harbour.
"They used magic to paint it instantaneously and claim that it was reserved for the most important and dignified of visitors," he lied, hoping that it would awe the princess. "I believe that they chose to bestow that great honour upon me as a way of praising my efforts and patience during the talks."
"Thank you Count Mott," Henrietta said gracefully, "Your efforts have been most welcome in these troubled times. You are dismissed and I will reward you in due time."
"Thank you, your Highness!"
She noticed that Saito had rolled his eyes a few times during the count's report. After the noble was escorted out, the familiar burst out laughing while Louise and Henrietta stared at him.
"What's so funny Saito?" the pinkette asked, perplexed. Frankly, it didn't bother her all that much since she despised the lecherous count.
"Oh, it's because I've never seen someone lie so badly," he said between laughs, "That 'painting'? It's not rare at all on Earth! Anyone can buy a cup of coffee. My parents used to drink some in the morning!"
He felt a mix of sadness and hope when he remembered his parents.
"What?" Henrietta asked in surprise. He had told her that Canada was known for its beautiful art and wasn't surprised at what the count said about the picture.
"Not at all," he answered, having calmed down, "Anyone can have the device needed to take pictures and do it themselves. My country is known for making very good ones."
"How typical of that filthy lech!" Louise exclaimed angrily, "He's still trying to ingratiate himself with you your Highness!"
Henrietta merely sighed. With what she just learnt about the picture, it cast a doubt on the veracity of everything Count Mott had said.
"How much of what he said is true, M. Saito? she asked. Saito was a bit at a loss to answer her. Being a teenager, he didn't bother too much hearing about politics and government.
"W-well, it reminds me of what I heard about Canada back home," he explained, "M. Ambroise is as polite as I expected of a Canadian."
"Splendid!" Henrietta said, her hands clasped in joy. She dared to hope that the meeting with Canada would bring good fortune.
The princess looked at her friends.
"Louise-Françoise, M. Saito, I wish for you to accompany me to Canada," she asked.
"Of course your Highness!" Louise answered proudly, bending a knee before the princess, "It is an honor for me as a member of the de Vallière family to accompany in your trip to Canada!"
"I'll go anywhere Louise goes,"Saito said as he smiled, "I think you'll like my world!"
It was an opportunity for him to return home. Yet… he had grown to like Tristain, in no small reason due to Louise, and wondered how he could have both worlds.
The big day had arrived. In front of the Tristain Academy of Magic, Princess Henrietta, Louise and Saito were embarking on her royal carriage. The white carriage was pulled by four magnificent white unicorns. The green garbed Musketeer corps had mounted and surrounded the royal carriage as it began moving through the gate.
Sitting in the carriage, Princess Henrietta had donned the black coat that was gifted to her while Louise had an enchanted black cloak to shield from the cold. As for Saito, he got a spell placed on his clothes to keep him warm. The mage and her familiar were sitting side by side while the princess was in front of them.
It was a calm trip for everyone was too engrossed in their thoughts to speak.
For Henrietta, it was the fate of her kingdom and people that were in play. These talks were possibly what would save her lands from Reconquista and she had prayed for Brimir's guidance and blessings during the last nights. How wou
For Louise, she deeply feared that Saito would abandon her. He had been the best thing to happen to her. He was her first spell that worked, her first friend at the Academy and her lover. He had saved her life many times. He told her that he loved her but would his return to Earth cause him to run away from her? She blinked back tears at the thought and wrapped an arm around Saito's.
For Saito, he was excited about returning to Earth. Even if he wasn't in Japan… Canada would probably have a way to contact his family. At the same time, he was nervous. How would he explain his bond to Louise to his parents? How would he pick up his old life? He had grown fond of Tristain and the adventures he lived there. He felt Louise's arm wrapping around his. Glancing at her, he saw Louise frowning in worry.
"It's gonna be ok Louise," he whispered in her ear, "I promise."
"You'd better!" she pouted cutely as she snuggled closer to him, "Otherwise you'd be a bad familiar and I'd have to punish you!"
Saito smiled. He didn't know how it would be ok… but he would do his best.
In the hills facing the Jeanne Mance park, white uniformed soldiers were waiting inside foxholes and trenches dug into the snowy hillside. White camo netting had been pulled over the entrenchments. One of them was looking at the Gate's mouth with his binoculars. He could see the RCMP and SQ (Sureté du Québec) stand near the structure to welcome today's visitors.
Today was the big day that the alleged Princess Henrietta would arrive in Canada for diplomatic talks. He was nervous. What if invaders came through instead? His men had their weapons trained on the opening while his radio operator stood ready to call out orders and was waiting for any messages from the police standing close to the Gate. He ran through stations, making sure everyone was on the same page.
"Sir! We've got movement!" reported his radio operator, "Half a dozen riders! Along with a carriage!"
"Understood! Thank you Brisebois!"
Lieutenant Huynh felt his jaw drop as he saw the procession emerge from the black depths of the Gate. There were riders clad in plate armour and green livery… all female escorting a white carriage. Swords hung on their hips while some had muskets slung on their backs. What surprised him the most was that the carriage was being pulled by four unicorns!
"Ben tabarnak… guess this fantasy thing is real after all!"
As the passengers of Princess Henrietta's royal carriage emerged from the Gate, they heard the cold winds of Canada howling in their ears.
"J-just how cold is this country?!" Louise stammered as she shivered. The heat spell was being tested in ways it never had been before. Saito's teeth was clattering as well.
"T-too cold for nothing!" he answered back through clenched teeth. Saito hoped that the polar bears were under control. Being eaten alive after surviving all his adventures in Halkegenia was not something he wanted. Henrietta didn't appear too affected by the cold.
"Truly the artisan Kanuk is amazing," she praised, "This coat is quite warm. His Excellency Trudeau knows how to choose gifts for his guests."
"I-I almost wished he sent us some too," Saito complained as he saw mist come out of his mouth. Louise glared at him.
"Y-You're not helping!" she snapped, wishing she had something warmer as well and envying the princess.
Outside, the unicorns pulling the carriage were starting to whinny in protest, and the carriage slowed as they tried to struggle through the built up snow. The carriage finally came to a stop when a voice interrupted them.
"Excuse me!'" shouted a voice from the outside, "I think your mounts are having trouble your Highness!"
Looking out, Henrietta saw a man in dark blue clothes with blue and white patches sewn on his coat's sleeves approaching the procession flanked by two others dressed similarly. Behind them, more men stood ready, dressed in black armour like the scout and Count Mott described. A blue wool cap covered his head. She looked at Agnes who was scrutinizing the man.
"Please get away from us town guard!" sneered one of the Musketeers, "We don't need your assistance!"
The man was glaring back at her but surprisingly appeared composed in his answer.
"Listen! I am Lieutenant Jean-Martin Tremblay!" he yelled back, "I'm one of the city's mounted policemen. We haven't brought out our horses due to the cold weather."
Agnes answered back.
"I see. Please be silent while I discuss with this man!" she ordered her knights.
"Thank you Ma'am! We have arrangements for your mounts. Our city's guard stables aren't far from here and we have readied transportation for your horses and unicorns," he proposed. "Unfortunately, you'll have to leave them there."
Agnes was shocked. She didn't like the man's proposal at all. Leave their horses and the Royal Carriage here? It was madness. How would they make it back safely if something bad happened?
Inside the carriage, both Saito and Louise were clinging to each other for warmth, their faces bright red from a mix of cold and blushing.
"Saito! Let go! You're holding me too tight."
"W-wha?! You're the one holding me too tight!"
The boy turned his attention to Henrietta
"Y-your Highness! P-please tell Agnes to listen to those men!" Saito begged, "Th-they'll help us!" If she could order Agnes to cooperate with the Canadian policemen, maybe he and Louise could get out of the biting cold.
"Agnes!" Henrietta ordered, opening the door slightly and causing the rest of the carriage's passengers to shiver even more, "Please cooperate with these men. We're are guests in their lands."
"Yes your Highness!" the chevalier answered before turning back to the policeman. Even she was red-faced and shivering from the cold. A few moments later, Agnes opened the door.
"Your Highness," she said hesitantly, "The Canadians have brought another… carriage. They said it is a warmer and faster one and it will get us to the airport."
Observing the meeting, Lieutenant Huynh saw the carriage's passengers disembark, aided by what he presumed was the leader of Princess Henrietta's guards and the Montreal policemen. He noticed that what he supposed was the princess was a teenage girl with purple hair. Her bulky dress, crown and luxurious black coat gave her away. The next one to exit was a petite girl with pink hair with a black cloak and skirt. She was probably a lady in waiting for the princess.
"Tell me I'm not hallucinating," he muttered to his pronto (slang for radio operator attached to Canadian Platoon CO's), "But did I just see a pair of girls with purple and pink hair?"
"No sir," the pronto muttered back, "They have pink and purple hair… wait you see the third kid?!"
As he looked again, Lieutenant Huynh saw a dark haired boy guiding the pinkette.
"What the fuck? Kid looks fucking Asian!"
The first two girls were clearly, despite their fantastical hair colours, Europeans. The boy was clearly not.
"You noticed his clothing too sir?"
"Looks too much like something some teenager today would wear… not something from 14th-15th Europe."
Saito was never so grateful to see a car again. He was being led to a limousine by one of the police officers along with Louise and the princess. Henrietta's guards had finally given up their horses and the carriage. The policemen had assured them that the city stables would be able to take care of them. He briefly wondered if that was where the Canadians kept their moose and wondered where were the bright red mounted policemen. As he entered the limousine, he couldn't help but feel that he was being observed by some of the policemen and agents. Henrietta and Louise entered first, the mage looking rather happy at being shielded from the elements. Both were amazed at the luxurious interior within. Saito then entered, followed by Agnes and another Musketeer.
The rest of Henrietta's bodyguards were led to SUV's, much to their unease. Being separated from their charge and being told to board strange magical carriages that they didn't understand made them uncomfortable. It would be a tight fit for them as well, their plate armours being quite bulky compared to the interior and unpleasant to wear due to the warm interior of these carriages. They were however impressed by the inside of the vehicles.
Inside the limousine, there was a dark skinned man that he presumed was M. Ambroise. He had a pair of bodyguards sitting with him.
"Your Highness, I wish to welcome you to Canada. I am Richard Ambroise of Global Affairs," he said politely, "I see that M. Trudeau's coat is well appreciated."
"Yes, thank you Sir Ambroise," Henrietta replied before introducing herself, "I am Princess Henrietta de Tristain, crown princess of Tristain. This is Chevalier Louise-Françoise Le Blanc de la Vallière and her familiar Hiraga Saito. Guarding me is Chevalier Agnès de Milan."
Ambroise raised an eye when he heard Saito's name but diplomatic training kicked in.
"I am pleased to meet you and it is an honour to welcome you all to Canada," he greeted, shaking everyone's hands, ''Please call me M. Ambroise. I am merely a civil servant.''
It surprised the Halkeginians that a commoner servant was entrusted to meet with royalty. Was M. Ambroise that skilled? It also worried Henrietta that a commoner was sent to greet her. Did Prime Minister Trudeau see her kingdom as being that lowly? Seeing the massive buildings of Montreal made her wonder just how mighty Canada was. If M. Saito was right… the United States of America was even mightier as a nation. What could she bring that they would accept to help her?
At the same time, the limousine began to move. To his pleasure, Princess Henrietta and her retinue were far more polite.
"May I suggest a warm beverage before getting down to business?" the diplomat proposed with a kind smile, pointing to a dispenser.
Saito grinned from side to side.
"Do you have hot chocolate?" he asked excitedly. He didn't notice one of the bodyguards looking at him oddly.
"Yes we do M. Hiraga."
"Well then, I'll have one for me and one for Louise!"
Louise glared at him.
"Saito! Be patient," she said imperiously, "The Princess should be the one served first! M. Ambroise, please serve her Highness before us."
The rest of the trip proceeded smoothly. The Halkeginians were amazed at the great buildings of Montreal that stretched into the sky, some almost as high as the mountain at its center. Saito, on the other hand, was nostalgic of Tokyo. The buildings, nowhere as densely packed or as numerous as the Japanese capital, was a step closer to home for Saito. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being scrutinized by one of M. Ambroise's bodyguards…
AN: So for those of you who are familiar with my GATE fanfic, Lt. Huynh and his pronto Brisebois are imported from that universe. Huynh will be a bit different from Van Doos however. ''Ben Tabarnak'' means ''Well Fuck'' in Quebecois (aka the French dialect spoken in Quebec/Canada)
As for Saito's knowledge about the US and Canada… well while I made him a nicer person, he's still a 17 year old Tokyo teenager with the knowledge of one. The average 17 year old isn't interested in politics and foreign countries… save for a few notable exceptions.
Can you spot what movies Saito referred to when talking about the US?
Louise is still gonna have some of that snobbiness/stuckupness but she won't be sociopathic/abusive. In other words, I'm shipping Louise/Saito and making it believable. If it's not clear enough, Louise in Fate of a World is going to be a much more pleasant person to be around. Saito will get the same treatment as well plus a brain.
Hope you enjoyed it!
