Author's Note: An apology in advance to the series lore fanatics on the geography of Halkegenia as will be discussed later in this chapter. We did research to the best of our ability, although there's some things too vague to be certain about.

Big apologies for the long delay too… 45h workweeks tend to kill energy fast.

Character trivia:

-Inspiration for Emperor Albert III of Germanian comes from Morvran Voorhis from Witcher III: Wild Hunt.

-Badoglio is an actual Italian name... I got from looking at a page on WW2 Italy.

Onto to the new chapter... enjoy and review!

Casting the die

Candles flickered lightly in an ornate study, their light illuminating the finely built desk and the ancient tomes neatly packed in great bookshelves. The occupant of the room was putting away the book he was reading when he heard a knock.

"Enter, my old friend," Vittorio ordered as the door opened, revealing Julio carrying a small journal. "It brings me joy to see you return after so long."

"Your Eminence," he greeted, "I am here to report the conclusions of my investigations in Tristain."

"Your devotion to the Founder is commendable as always. I have read your letters about the nations of Earth and the events in Tristain," the Pope replied as he pointed to a chair. Both sat down at the pontiff's desk. "What has happened since our last letter?"

"You have heard about Inquisitor Bagdolio's predicament if I am not mistaken. When I left, he was still being misled."

"Yes, I do not like how the events have played out, but we must use this to our advantage," Vittorio answered, brushing it off casually, "Have you been successful in your endeavours concerning the Void Mage?"

"Ah, I'm afraid I didn't make any more efforts after my first embarrassment." Julio confessed. "The Queen may bring it up next time you meet her. Please forgive me for my failures, your Eminence. I think that bringing the youngest of the Vallière girls to us will require a little more finesse benefitting your talents."

"Oh? How so?" Pope Vittorio encouraged him to go on.

"She is a devout noble, one doing her utmost to better serve the Founder's teachings and her kingdom." Julio paused. "But the issue lays in her familiar: he is from the other world. He was summoned months before the portal connecting both worlds opened. I'm not sure if the two are connected, but the people from that world seem unusually interested in him. I feel like they were guarding him from me. They were simply around him and the Void Mage at all times. I don't think their reasons were so selfish as to keep Void Magic to themselves. They care for their individual commoners greatly. I think their fear was simply he would leave outside their protection."

"Hmm…" Vittorio pondered. "That is interesting." He nodded. "The Founder works in mysterious ways, Julio. This portal and those beyond it have strengthened the weakest of the Blessed Realms and destroyed the heretics in our midst. Now they stand in our world, able to teach us the ways of the weapons gifted by the Founder so that we may reclaim the Holy Lands and save our peoples from destruction. I've come to conclude it was Brimir's will to bring these people to Halkegenia to do just that."

"I believe it, your excellency. Only a divine power could bring these events into motion. But returning to the matter of the Tristainian Void Mage, what shall we do?"

"He is branded as her familiar, yes?" The Pope asked. Julio nodded.

"He is Gandalfr reincarnated, and is possibly already bound to one of the lost relics of the Founder." Julio confirmed. "He had a talking sword. Such was described in the legends, was it not?" A small smile graced Vittorio's lips as he nodded. So not only did they find the Tristainian Void Mage, they found possibly the most useful Void familiar in the same breath. Gandalfr had the power to master any weapon. A being who could unlock all the secrets in the vaults beneath their very feet. They didn't even require the outworlders.

"It seems that the Founder has chosen to bless us greatly," Vittorio remarked.

"There is still that one issue though your Eminence," Julio stated, "Is that the Gandalfr's loyalties may not lie wholly with the Void Mage. The circumstances are not the same. He is in contact with his world and his family. He is not bound in the same way as most familiars and seems to be highly independent."

One of the properties of familiar runes was to alleviate the chosen creature's homesickness as to bind them even closer to the mage who'd summoned them. But no one could be quite sure how effective that could be with the unusual circumstances described. Human familiars were still intelligent beings. Julio was an exception-he had no true home before being summoned by Vittorio and thus had no homesickness to deal with.

"If these circumstances hinder his attachment to the Void Mage, we will remove him." Vittorio stated simply. "Just as Void can pass on when a holder is struck down, so can the familiars' powers." Julio nodded, not at all phased by the suggestion. "We will see when the Void Mage comes to Romalia."

"She will surely come if you summon her personally, your Eminence. But I'd advise we wait, as Queen Henrietta will likely take her on the re-conquest of Albion. We have time while we are searching for the other Void Mages. Have you any luck in my absence?" Vittorio represented Romalia's Void Mage. They'd found Tristain's. Somewhere out there were a Albionian and Gallian Void Mage. Those four together would usher in what glorious future Brimir promised to his followers.

Vittorio closed his eyes.

"I'm afraid not. Gallia has reported no strange mages in their Royal Family. But this invasion may be our opportunity for Albion. I do not believe the entire Tudor bloodline died out in the war. Such could not come to pass; the Founder wouldn't allow it. There is a Albionian Void Mage somewhere."

"Queen Henrietta traces her bloodline back to Albion. Is it possible we may find the Albionian Void Mage in Tristain as well?"

"Very possible." Vittorio conceded. "The Founder's descendants have not always been… faithful, and the bloodlines of the Realms have not always stayed unmixed. There are likely dozens in each of the Blessed Realms who carry holy blood in their veins. Even small amounts may be enough for the Void to materialize."

"It could explain why the portal appeared in Tristain," Julio realized suddenly, "Perhaps it is a sign that the Blessed Realm of Water bears two of the Void Mages."

"It would be very possible, Julio." The Pope conceded. "In the coming months, I will trust you to find out."

"Your Eminence?"

"Aside from our clergy, I have instructed one of our orders to join Tristain and Germania in bringing Albion back to the Founder's ways. I will also send you when the time is right for I want you to look for the Void Mage in Albion, and to keep your eye on the Tristainian Void Mage. You said Henrietta has the Wind Ring. We need only find the Music Box now. The Tudors were a faithful bunch. I have no doubt they hid it well."

"Understood your Eminence. I will do my best."

"I do not expect you to disappoint me Julio," Vittorio assured. "You have always been quite successful in your tasks. But onto more pleasant things: how are the emissaries from the outworlder nations enjoying our fine city?"

"They are touring as we speak. I left them in good hands and they have expressed their appreciations for the lodgings we have supplied. They are very eager for the meeting tomorrow."

"Splendid. I am looking forward to meeting them. You may leave for tonight," the Pope said as he began standing up.

"One more thing, your Eminence." Julio stopped him as he remembered something else that stuck out. The Pope nodded for him to go on and sat back down. "I have heard other interesting things as well," Julio continued warily, "Things I dared not say in letters. Namely, the subject of D'Angleterre is being brought up by certain members of Henrietta's court and the otherworlders during hushed conversations. The outworlders especially are questioning many people concerning this former nest of Protestants." He could see a mix of anger, annoyance and concern flicker over the Pope's serene face. "It seems that one of the men that took the Tristain Academy of Magic hostage was a mage involved in the event, as was one of the professors at the school. They are trying to uncover the mysteries of both men and the event under the guise of preventing further attacks."

Vittorio leaned forward.

"Do you know anything about their progress?" He asked gravely. "Did this attempt to free Cromwell connect to what happened that night?" Julio shook his head.

"If what you told me was correct, the Queen was not even born at the time of the event. The hostage taker was obviously killed by the outworlders' soldiers. The Archduchess of Tristain and the unknown professor at the school may be the only ones who know anything, although what they know and whether or not they've spoken of it is not something I can tell you, I'm afraid. As for any connections the event had to the heretic, I am also unaware."

"My mother was a fool." Pope Vittorio sighed softly, staring at the ring on his finger. "What happened at D'Angleterre was a necessary tragedy."

"Yes, your Eminence." Julio confidently replied, "It was necessary for our salvation."

"Do we know who this professor is though?" the Pope asked, getting back on subject. One man had brought back what the Church wanted in D'Angleterre. That one man knew enough of the truth to be of concern. It could've been the man killed at the academy, or it could've been the professor. If it was the latter, then the secrets of that dark night were not completely buried.

"My suspicion extends to the entire teaching staff . All of the teachers at the Academy are old enough to have been involved, and all of them are very accomplished mages capable of the power that was shown."

"Very well, who do you suspect most?"

Julio leaned back in thought after quickly browsing his notes.

"I'm afraid I cannot say. There is simply not enough evidence that can give me a solid lead. Not even the students are sure. Whoever they are, they seem desperate to live a quiet life." That was reassuring, but the Church had to be sure. There could be no loose ends.

"Even so, we must make sure that this person never speaks of it again." The Pope declared. "I will send someone immediately to investigate." He was already thinking of ways to getting another agent into Tristain. "Unless there is anything else you feel the need to speak of, you may leave."

"No, your excellency." Julio stood up before he left.


The holy city of Romalia might've been the twin city of Rome during the days of the Roman Empire's greatest heights or when the Catholic Church was the dominant political and religious power in old Europe. Everything was massive but at the same time shiny, clean, and artistic. The paved streets were well ordered while the buildings were grandiose. Their whiteness amplified the sunlight, giving everything a glorious feel to it. Well dressed people tended to their business while the members of the Brimiric clergy were everywhere with their symbols of faith.

Their first evening here for the American and Canadian delegation had been like stepping into a history book. Even the Inn they'd been generously hosted in was very comfortable and well staffed. On the surface, everything was clean.

For the cynics and watchful eyes in the group though, they were sure there was more to it than what they were seeing. Not doubt that Romalia had its own dark little secrets and unsavoury sides. Something that would be of use to them. They just had to find it.

Their first day had been spent being walked around and told about all the important or historical buildings. They only saw a small part of the building they'd be meeting the Pope in tomorrow. They passed through cemeteries, religious colleges, and a busy marketplace constructed of a lot of brilliant white marble.

The whole time they were being noticed by the residents of the city, commoner, noble, clergy, and worshipper. Everyone regarded them curiously, but the clergy gave them the most scrutiny. They may have only just stepped foot here, but that class of people had heard of them long in advance. But for the rest? They were being escorted by the Church, so they were allowed to be there as far as they were concerned.

They also got their first glances at Romalia's terrestrial warfare capabilities on that second day, as carriages carried them closer to the outskirts of the great city. From academic and oral sources in Tristain, Romalia was not a military superpower. They had been once, but that had waned; for how feared they were, the Church was supposedly at the weakest it had ever been. There were a lot of orders in the Capital though. Holy warriors. Knightly figures on horse or other fantastical creatures. If there was a standing Army, it didn't have any bases in the Capital of Romalia, and they realized it probably wasn't a good idea to question the fact.

The closest confirmation they got was a very curious and simultaneous concerning sight at what seemed to be a small nature reserve: Giant tortoises. Not the strangest wildlife that had been seen here in Halkegenia, but these ones had a certain oddity to them- they had cannons mounted to their shells. You could call them a few things. Horitzers. Or even self-propelled artillery. They had an odd sense of technological intelligence behind them.

"Those are amazing creatures." Consul Mortimer told their guide. "We have many like them back in our world, but they are much smaller."

"Ah, those. Magnificent creatures, are they not?" The guide asked. "They've existed along the coastlines of Romalia and Gallia since the days of the Founder."

"Were they always steeds for warriors?"

"They were diligent work animals, but these are a very recent idea. A concept blessed upon our most intelligent warriors on how we could more thoroughly protect Brimir's faithful."

"Interesting," Mortimer said politely, but the creatures reminded him of certain American weapons systems, "And this idea is recent?"

"Yes, some of our knights realized the potential of the tortoises as a weapons platform." Julio explained as they headed to their next destination. The security detail mentally noted down this information. Weapons had shown up in this world before. Aircraft had shown up in this world before. Could a tank or any other armored vehicle do the same? The resemblance was uncanny enough to make them wonder.

The group continued moving through Romalia on their way to the meeting with Julio explaining the city's long and rich history. They were regaled with stories of the deeds of past saints, the exploits of heroic knights and the feats of past clergymen. The glorious tales of piety seemed a bit too good to be true for Earth's delegations, folk tales even. It almost as if their host was putting a good front, hiding the darker sides of the Papacy and Holy See under a fine veneer. That afternoon took them back to the center of the city, to a site they'd already seen yesterday. The great white tower stood proudly as it was basked in sunlight. A great wall surrounded the building with five smaller towers connecting to the central tower by arches. The design was slightly reminiscent of the Tristain Academy of Magic.

It was the Holy See of Romalia, home of the Pope. Its courtyards were empty of pilgrims, no doubt because of the important meeting that was to take place. Armoured knights stood proudly at attention as the Earth delegation disembarked and were given a tour of the grounds outside.


Meanwhile, Pope Vittorio waited in the great hall while the highest members of the church's clergy stood to the side. While Julio had taken their guests on a tour, the holy men had spent their morning down in the vaults looking over the many relics that had been acquired. Pieces of horseless chariots, metal war turtles with mighty canons, advanced field guns or air ships. Many had been too big for their agents to safely bring from the Elven lands, but they'd brought back pieces with writing on them and drawings of the full constructs. A few of these constructs had been fully recovered and silently waited until they could be awakened for battle. They had plenty of other items they did have intact- advanced muskets, small spheres, and other oddities that were unknown but more than mundane. All of this was hastily looked at while more mundane weapons like swords and spears were ignored.

However, there was no longer any doubt about their origins. A few of the larger relics had flags that were identical to the outworlders' flags, and writing that named their nations. The United States more than Canada. As far as they could tell, a little under a fourth of the vault's contents came from the nations they were about to confer with. Vittorio and the Romalian clergy had mixed feelings about this realization.

There was awe. Just how wondrous was Earth if they could develop such mighty devices for warfare alone? Some members of the clergy wondered if having so many different faiths on one world meant that the faithful fought regularly for their gods' favor and caused Earth's weaponsmiths to forge such constructs. They simply couldn't wait to meet the delegation.

Others were fearful. Would Earth force its gods on Halkeginia? Would they bring bloodshed and death… but most importantly, would they sway Brimir's descendants from his Light with false promises and fake idols?

The door swung open, revealing Julio with the Earth delegation in tow. They stood out, their clothes being elegant but far simpler than the clergy's ornate robes.

"Greetings consuls of Earth," Vittorio said, his arms raised, "I, Pope Vittorio Serevare, Saint-Aegis the 32nd, Shield of the Founder, bid you welcome to Romalia and the Holy Temple of Saint-Forcythe."

The Earth delegation respectfully took a knee before standing back up.

"Thank you, your Eminence," Consul Mortimer replied in kind, "It is with great hope that President Trump has sent me to meet you. The United States of America and its people wish for friendship and peace with the Holy Church of Brimir."

"As a representative of Canada, I carry a desire from Prime Minister Trudeau and the Canadian people to have good relations with Founder Brimir's Church so that both our worlds may prosper," Thompson said.

Vittorio was no fool. Wishes of goodwill were pleasant to hear… but would these people truly honour their words? He smiled before he answered.

"I am very happy that your nations share the same wishes of peace that the Church of Brimir strives to reach" Vittorio said as he stood up from his throne, "You are no doubt weary after your journey. Let us speak over a warm meal."

Julio nodded before guiding the diplomatic parties to the banquet hall. The clergymen silently followed their pontiff who led both groups into the hall. Fresh, warm awaited them on a sumptuous table with luxurious chairs.

"Your artisans are amazing," Thompson complimented as he sat down, "Such fine woodworking is very prized in Canada."

"Thank you. The chairs were a gift that one of my predecessors received from a Gallian Duke," Vittorio answered politely

"You're welcome, your Eminence," Mortimer replied as Vittorio and the clergy looked at intently.

"From my discussion with Emissary Chésaré, I understand that your rulers have long sought to meet with the Church. Why is that?" the pope asked as he sipped on a glass of wine.

"Allow me to answer, your Eminence," Mortimer spoke up, "As our leaders seek only peace and prosperity with the many kingdoms of Halkegenia, they saw good relations with the Church of Brimir as being critical to reaching such objectives. We understand that your word holds much weight amongst the people and is crucial in maintaining peace between the Blessed Realms."

"May I speak your Eminence?" one of the clergymen politely asked.

"You may, Archbishop de Coligny."

"What are your leaders' intentions in this world? We have heard that you possess great means and devices that far outmatch ours," the clergyman addressed the consuls, "What do you have to gain from being here?"

"Wealth and knowledge of course," Mortimer said nonchalantly, "Many of our scholars back home are excited about being able to explore this new world and discover things that do not exist on Earth."

"Explore?" The Archbishop repeated. "What is it that you hope to find?"

"We don't know. But there is something surely out there. Other people. Creatures. Civilizations. We are nations of scholars as much as we are warriors or merchants."

"We have heard of many of your scholars in Tristain and Germania. I witnessed them myself. I presume they would want to come here as well?" Julio guessed.

"Yes, many of our scholars would be thrilled to come to Romalia for the chance to further explore the world as well as learn about its rich history. To work together to explore the world. We've heard of many places to the South and East of the Blessed Realms, but there is little information on them. Even the peninsula to the West of here. And we've heard there's an Elven nation South of here, across the ocean. This country is much closer to all of them that we hope there is more information."

"Ah, those lands." Pope Vittorio nodded. "That peninsula is a harsh land, filled with monsters and foul demons. It is a place no human dwells except barbarians. As for the East, you will find only deserts and untamed land filled with even more horrible creatures. Or Elves."

"The Holy Lands are in the South." One of the Cardinals stated.

"We are aware." The Canadian Consul nodded politely, but the Cardinal kept speaking.

"And it was ours, until we were forced out." The man was stopped by Pope Vittorio raising a hand. The young Pontiff addressed the foreigners again.

"Your ambitions are admirable," Vittorio admitted. "We find common ground in them. But is knowledge all you truly seek?" He probed.

"We seek wealth as well. Trade can only be beneficial for both our worlds." Thompson stated, "And connections with other nations."

"Even with the Elven realms?" Vittorio inquired, "They resist all overtures from humans for thousands of years already. Do you think that you can change their stance?" Both consuls paused for a moment. While it'd be a lie to say Earth hadn't considered it, they knew that it conflicted with their primary goal of playing nice with the Church on top of the difficulty it would inevitably involve. It wasn't anything they were seriously committed to.

"We will only seek connections with mutually agreeing parties. We've come to understand well from our hosts in Tristain that diplomacy with Elves is impractical."

"It is more than impractical, it is heretical!" de Coligny exclaimed suddenly, "The Elves are responsible for the death of our Founder-"

"Please Archbishop," Vittorio silenced the man, "Our guests have not been blessed with the light of the Founder nor have they heard of how he suffered for our well-being and salvation." The Pope looked at the two consuls directly, and while his face still appeared kind, there was a certain sharpness in his eyes. "But it seems they already have the wisdom to recognize the Elves for the threat that they are."

"As we have said, if the Elves do not wish to do business with us, we shall let them be," Mortimer firmly stated, "We do not seek any needless conflict with any nation in Halkegenia but we will defend ourselves and our allies from any threats."

"Such as the invasion of Tristain?" de Coligny asked. The consuls nodded.

"Yes, we intervened as Tristain was savagely attacked and under direct threat," Mortimer replied, "As well as our nations. There was simply no other option."

"Needless conflict is rare. Often, it is only an option for when the only alternative is destruction." The Pope had a slight smile on his face. "If you are willing to fight only to ensure the people of Tristain live, I feel our realms will get along very well." There was something uncomfortable in that statement.

"We hope so," Mortimer said, "We understand the Church has some concerns about our people, but we assure you we have no intentions of harm against any Halkagenian people or nation. If the Church is willing to be upfront with us about any concerns it has, we are sure we can overcome them in the interest of a permanent diplomatic relationship."

"We have many." One of the Cardinals stated.

"Then please express them."

"How will know that you will not spread your faiths to our people?" he asked.

"Our nations have been built on the concept of not imposing on one's faith. We believe such a decision belongs with the individual, who and how they chose to worship. We hold this same approach to dealing with other nations."

"But what are your faiths?" Another Cardinal asked. "Who are the Gods in your world, and what do they want of their followers?" The Consuls took a moment to compose themselves. They'd expected this line of questioning. They'd prepared well for it. No one pretended they could skate past without revealing this. They just had to explain it in the most inoffensive and reassuring way.

"We have many gods that are worshipped by many different faiths," Thompson explained, "And it would take us far too long to name them all."

"Then what is the one your peoples worship the most?" The same Cardinal pressed.

"In both of our countries, most of the populations follow the religion of Christianity." And so, the Romalians sat while the two men explained the branches of Christianity. All but Julio and the Pope seemed wide eyed as they dipped into details of the Catholic Church and Protestantism. There was quite a few ressemblances such as the existence of a Catholic pope but, the Earth representatives moved on from that as quickly as they could to explaining the more positive principles, such as forgiveness and tolerance.

No one here needed to know more than necessary about the Crusades and the Wars of Religion. Those were glossed over, with reconciliation being stressed. Even though their hosts looked perturbed by it, they were polite to let them finish the explanation.

It was, Pope Vittorio thought to himself, appropriate to a people who had no magic or nobility. Why had Brimir chose that world to connect to through the power of Void?

"And has this faith, or any faith in your world, spoken of this world or the Founder Brimir?" Vittorio simply asked after the explanation was done.

"We confess, no religious scholar in our world has ever found anything detailing this. May we extend the question back to you?"

"We have never heard of your realms until you showed up over a year ago." The Pope answered truthfully. Had the Founder heard of them though? It was his magic that pulled weapons from that world to theirs. If he did, then how come he had left no mention to his descendents?

"How old is your world?" The Pope suddenly asked, something crossing his mind. Weapons had been appearing for only the last several hundred years, but still thousands after the age of the Founder. At first they were simple swords and spears… but then the weapons became more and more elaborate and incomprehensible. Until only recently, but even now there were still things they didn't understand.

"Our world is quite old but the oldest civilization known is around 4000 years," Thompson replied, "If I recall correctly. Humans themselves have existed for longer but the first known stories date from 4000 years."

"Yours is a younger world, but still more advanced." The Pope pondered while his fellow clergy stiffened. If there was anything Vittorio was resented for in the institution, it was his consistently relaxed posture. "Yet, our worlds are so similar."

"They are similar, but each is unique. Different forces have shaped each. We fully believe that each should retain that uniqueness in accordance with what shaped it."

"A wise insight." Vittorio replied, "But it would be remiss of both sides to not gain something from the other. Tristain has certainly gained from developments created in your world, and by your own words, you have gained from both Tristain and Germania."

"Yes, our dealings with each other have proven to be quite beneficial and brought wealth to all four nations," Thompson said.

"What is the nature of your dealings with Germania?" de Coligny asked, "You do know that they are not amongst the Blessed Realms?"

"We are aware Germania started out as a barbarian nation before magic appeared in its population but as we have said before," Mortimer replied firmly, "We do not discriminate on who does business with us. Germania and its leaders have chosen to conduct fair trade with us."

"Do you seek a military alliance with them like the one you hold with Tristain?"

"We prefer the term 'Mutual Defense Treaty'." Thompson corrected, "We merely defend each other's lands and interests in Halkeginia and strive to prevent any military conflict overall. Anyone attacking Tristain will be opposed by Canada and the United States as well."

"Will you extend such an offer to Germania?" Vittorio casually asked.

"It will depend on how our relations evolve over the next few months." Mortimer answered.

"Then I presume that you will apply the same logic to Romalia?"

"Yes, your Eminence. If you and the Church of Brimir are willing to cooperate with us, we will be eventually be willing to extend such an offer."

"You are polite, concise, and honest." Vittorio said. "You have convinced us." He conceded, to the slight discomfort of his retinue. "Then let us pursue cooperation," Vittorio declared as he held a glass of wine, "To peace and prosperity between the nations of Earth and Brimir's descendants."

"To peace and prosperity!" the consuls agreed as they raised their glasses. There was still a lot to do in regards to setting up a permanent diplomatic presence, but this was a very important part of the proceedings successfully pulled off.


The mirror in Henrietta's closet shimmered before Saito leapt out of it excitedly. Following him in a much more restrained manner was Devers, dressed professionally for once instead of combat-focused. "That's certainly something." The agent conceded. An instant portal that covered over 50 miles of distance in a minute. If they could get this stuff working on Earth, it'd be more revolutionary than goddamn anything. "It's good for quick escapes."

"It's reassuring that you're thinking of my friends' safety instead of interrogating them." Henrietta said with no subtleness as the two males stepped back into her room. Devers didn't respond to the jibe. With the fact Earth had backpadeled on getting involved with the invasion and had to request her permission to get involved, she had every reason to be smug. But as far as the US and Canada were concerned, they still had a good enough footing in this world to not care.

"How come mirrors like that aren't more common?" The agent asked instead. "Are they hard to make? We were under the impression that such a thing as teleportation wasn't possible." Being fixed to a certain location though, it was a very restricted example of the concept.

"Feats that don't correspond to the 4 elements often need other magically imbued items to create them. Things that are products of nature rather than humans. Such things are rare, though. I think my grandfather made this mirror with some artifact he acquired in his youth. Creating magical items is done more for self than any profit."

"I see," Devers said, mentally noting what she said as they exited her quarters, thinking. Maybe their VIP in Albion had some magical artifact on them rather than some innate ability. She certainly hadn't disappeared into a mirror like they had. It didn't solve the security risk, but it was a better theory than blundering in the dark. "Well, that was a fun distraction. But I believe we all have a banquet to attend." The mismatched group started making its way downstairs.

America and Canada may have gotten themselves and the UN back into this invasion, but it was still a Halkegenia led affair, which meant it was being planned the Halkagenian way- informally over a banquet. If they wanted to get involved, they had to do it the local way. So, there'd be Earth attendants to the banquet hosted between Queen Henrietta, Emperor Albert III, and groups of their highest ranking nobles. Louise, her mother, and Saito were included in the former's party. Devers was representing the American-Canadian-British intelligence operation. Colonel Hamilton and Brigadier Carigan were attending with the ambassadors from each of their nations. Someone had arrived from the UN too, a Belgian representative of the organization.

Even the Romalian Inquisitor would be attending, although withholding from any meal. He was just there to make sure the Church stayed informed.

Everyone was bringing their own guards, except for Devers; he carried his own protection on him always. Every guard would be posted against the banquet hall walls far away from the table. Close enough to get there in a hurry, but not without being noticed. It was going to be a pleasant night discussing only the fate of an entire nation and a few million people.

Hopefully.

Right now, it was only the Tristainians there; the rest would be arriving shortly. Back in the banquet room, Saito hurried to sit with Louise and her mother and Henrietta strode gracefully back to her chair at the front of the table with du Poitier seated close to her. Devers sat on the side of the table where the rest of the reserved seats were and stayed quiet and out of the way as the Tristainians talked among themselves.

Some time later, the doors swung open, followed by trumpets sounding off. They heralded the arrival of the Germanian Emperor, Albert III. He was a young and large man, with blond hair. His face was clean shaven while his ice-cold eyes shone with a mix of arrogance and contempt. Flanking him were several well dressed nobleman, all of equally great size though slightly shorter than the man they followed. Knights in black heavy armor, carrying large shields, halberds, and wearing winged helmets followed with heavy footsteps.

"Welcome to Tristain, Emperor Albert." Henrietta stood to greet the man.

"Queen Henrietta." The Emperor greeted the woman to whom only over a year ago he'd been engaged to. "You have become quite the woman since the last time we met."

"Thank you." She accepted that pseudo-compliment with grace.

"I am quite happy that you have come to your senses concerning Albion," the Emperor continued, "I must once more apologize for my inability to aid your Realm during the Reconquista invasion."

"I accept your apology, Emperor Albert, but your armies may show their worth during the pacification of Albion. Please, have a seat. The rest of our guests will be arriving in due time."

"Yes, of course." He sat down at the other end of the table, directly opposite of Henrietta. The nobles accompanying him sat down around him and his guards went to stand by the walls next to the Musketeers. "Who is this fellow?" He motioned to Devers.

"George Devers, your Imperial Majesty," the agent introduced politely, "I help America's armed forces."

"Yes, I've seen them guarding your Embassy in Vindabona. They are fine looking men. Strong and powerful. I will be eager to see them in action in Albion"

"They're Marines, the most elite of my nation's military." Devers didn't mention that, as much as Earth could help it, there wouldn't be any fighting in Albion.

"I see why. They are at least comparable to the youngest members of my Imperial Watch," the Emperor boasted, trying to impress Devers, but the agent remained passive.

"From what I can see, they are very impressive. I don't think I've seen armor like theirs, either here or in Albion."

"Ah, but that's Germanian magesmithing! The finest on the continent!" Albert boasted, "The Imperial treasury is able to finance such things for some of the Imperial Army's finest troops."

Devers nodded.

"If I am not mistaken, I believe that Ambassador Schmidt purchased a suit of Germanian armour." the American stated politely. Devers knew the man had, just like he knew it now adorned his private residence. The people who'd analyzed it hadn't dinged it up a bit.

"Yes, yes I remember discussing with him. He was very interested in expanding his personal collection of armour. A very shrewd negotiator, by all accounts!"

The door opened again, this time to a smaller part of only two people: The Special Envoy of the Secretary General of the United Nations, Jean-Charles Lejeune, and his guard.

"Greeting Envoy Lejeune," Henrietta said as the man entered the room.

"Thank you, your Majesty," the envoy replied, "I have been looking forward to coming back here."

"I hope that we will be able to entertain you properly then. Have your travels to Germania been well?" Henrietta asked. The UN Representative had spent some time in Tristain, but curiosity had led him on a short trip to Germania too. Curiosity, and a desire to see the spot Earth businessmen and cameras were nowhere near as common.

"I have no doubt of that. As for my travels to Germania, his Imperial Majesty's court has been a very pleasant experience," Lejeune said as he glanced over to Albert III before he sat down next to the rest of Earth's representatives.

"My court has always been able to properly greet our guests, especially ones of great importance as you." the Emperor boasted before shifting his tone, "But what does the United Nations want from Albion? You are not warriors."

"That is precisely why the United Nations are getting involved, your Imperial Majesty. The situation in Albion is a major humanitarian crisis that cannot be ignored," Lejeune explained, "Once Albion is secured, the United Nations wishes to send aid to help rebuild and ease the suffering of the people there."

The truth was the U.N. wanted to make sure the United States and Canada would uphold their obligations and avoid any atrocities against the locals by the Tristainians or Germanian forces.

And keep them in check from a monopoly on the other world.

"A noble goal," Henrietta praised.

"Yes indeed," Albert added, "That is why you are here tonight then?"

Lejeune nodded.

"Yes, we just want to be aware of your plans so we can make own own accordingly."

The door swung open once more, this time revealing a large group entering: the ambassadors and their nation's military commanders.

"Greeting everyone," Ambassador Ambroise as he and General Carignan reached their seats with Ambassador Fitzgerald doing the same with Colonel Hamilton.

"Everyone is here." Henrietta noted. The Emperor and his entourage had already started feasting upon the food in front of them. "We should begin our discussions then. The Royal Army is rebuilding, but we should have 10,000 soldiers ready to march on Albion in 3 months time." Henrietta assured.

"Excellent!" The Germanian Emperor boomed. "I amassed an army of 30,000 men and horses before coming here. And how many of the outworlders mighty soldiers will be joining us?" He directed the question at them.

"I'm afraid that our leaders are still deciding how many to send." Colonel Hamilton spoke while Envoy Lejeune listened intently. "We cannot make any definitive commitments yet."

"A small amount would suffice for their contribution." Louise's mother spoke up. "1 of theirs is easily worth 100 Germanian soldiers." No one from Earth looked too pleased at her compliment while Emperor Albert seemed a mix of skeptical and intrigued.

"Quite." Henrietta agreed. "So do not hold it against them if their contribution is small."

"We also have many commitments on Earth right now that we need to fulfill," Ambroise added, "So we may be limited in what we may offer."

"We do have over a dozen aerial units here in Tristain to help." Carignan stated, "We can provide air support and help with logistics."

"That's the moving of men and supplies." du Poitier explained to the curious Germanians, "They are quite adept at that. It's a key part of their efficiency."

"We are." Carignan confirmed.

"Yes, I heard of how an army of thousands arrived in Tristain in one night." The Emperor's voice was a little more guarded. "An amazing feat of arms."

"And I assume there will be no objection to all offensive operations being determined by General du Poitier?" Henrietta asked.

"Margrave Hadenburg," Albert gestured to an older man in extravagant black military dress, "Do you have any objections to this?"

"With the understanding all Germanian troops will still be led by Germanian officers, no. Although I insist on the right to appoint the chief of staff for our command council. We are sending more men."

Henrietta and du Poitier shared a look, and found no disagreement in either's gaze. "That is a fair term." Henrietta conceded.

"Then I would like to nominate Count Wimpffen as Chief of Staff. He has long served Germania's armies as a skilled administrator and leader and I have no doubt that his talents will be able to ensure victory in our invasion of Albion." Hadenburg said as he pointed at another, more simply dressed man.

"Does the United States or Canada have any objections to these arrangements?" Henrietta turned to her allies.

"We will entrust overall strategic decisions to you," Ambroise said before General Carignan spoke up.

"Our forces will be operating in support of the offensive, not leading it. We will need to be kept informed by Tristainian and Germanian commanders of the developments on the front. That is all we require."

The Germanians were looking interested in the prospect of indirectly commanding soldiers from Earth. But Henrietta and du Poitier knew better. The soldiers of the United States and Canada would more or less be working on their own accord, and that was fine. Du Poitier couldn't even fathom how to command forces like that anyway.

"Now that the chain of command is established, we must discuss transport." Hadenburg tried to steer the conversation.

The talks were suddenly interrupted as the door opened, revealing a Musketeer who bowed when she reached the table. She seemed winded.

"Your Majesty! King Joseph of Gallia is at the Palace's gates. He wishes to meet with you concerning Albion!"

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise. The timing couldn't be a coincidence. How did the Gallian king know of the meeting? What was he doing here? How did he get here?

"I didn't know Gallia was invited to these talks!" Emperor Albert sounded outraged.

"He was not." Tristain's Queen firmly assured. "I think he is here by his own will and power."

Henrietta's face was deep in thought as she mulled over the news. King Joseph was never truly welcome in any court, always unnerving his hosts by his mannerisms. She could easily throw him out of Tristain; He had entered her realm without permission, somehow. She had a legitimate reason to do it. But the presence of the Inquisitor made a little harder.

"Perhaps we should let him speak," the Romalian said curiously, "It has been quite sometime since the leaders of two Blessed Realms spoke to one another."

"Surely you will not let him participate in our meetings!"

"I will let him speak first. It is against Tristain's customs to throw out another ruler that comes to her court." Henrietta firmly addressed Albert, "Please bring him here." She ordered the messenger.

The Musketeer quickly left the now silent room. The entire room waited with silent held breath for a few minutes without continuing its conversation before the doors opened and in stepped a large man in regal clothing that the Halkegenians all recognized: Joseph de Gallia. A man over 6 feet tall with a head of blue hair and a beard to match. He did not give out an air of raw strength like the Germanian Emperor. His aura was more unsettling. He was a man you just looked at and immediately sensed something was amiss in the universe. Behind him were two guards.

Devers, Hamilton, Carignan, and Duchess Vallière were the only ones who noticed it, but everyone's guards along the walls started to move. Germania's knights and Tristain's musketeers first, then the Earth guards. All of them were subtly stepping closer to the people they were meant to guard.

"King Joseph." Henrietta stood from her seat. "You have surprised us with your presence." She said politely, trying to maintain her station. It was a hard effort. This had done more than surprised her; it made her uneasy. His presence had made her uneasy the first and until now only time she'd had him in her court, but now seemed somehow worse. Like there was a charge in the air and this man was the unwanted ignition. She still wondered how he'd entered her lands at all.

"Does Tristain allow Gallian airships free entry into their skies?" Emperor Albert coldly asked. Devers, Hamilton, and du Poitier glanced at each other.

"I walked." Joseph spoke for the first time. Walked? The King of Gallia had just walked up to the Tristain Royal Palace? The man in question walked up to the table, his heavy footsteps echoing on the floor. He and his guards passed the Germanian Emperor without an acknowledgment as he continued to the furthest end of the table where Henrietta was sitting in an almost excruciating slow stride.

When he reached Henrietta, the Gallian king suddenly stopped. He picked her hand up and bowed, a gentlemanly gesture that none-the-less came off as unsettling. No one noticed his eyes linger on the Ring of Wind for a brief moment. He repeated the gesture with the Archduchess and, correctly assuming they were important to Henrietta's court, Louise and her mother. Both Duchesses bared it with the proper stoicism. Louise had a shake of nerves she barely stifled. She swore he lingered on her hand longer than was necessary.

The effort to appear polite but ended up only being unnerving over, Joseph walked back and took a seat on the one unoccupied side of the table, between Henrietta and Albert and directly opposite the party from Earth.

"Has Gallia come to join plans to bring Albion back to the light?" Inquisitor Bagdolio asked. The Gallian king made only a subtle nod of his head, about the most emotionless confirmation one could give. "All the faithful Blessed Realms together to restore the Founder's might." The old man clapped his hands together in the first positive emotion anyone had ever seen from him. "This is wonderful news! The Pope will be grateful, King Joseph." Another slight nod from the "Mad King".

Henrietta stayed stoic, as did her party and even the Germanian nobles. But Emperor Albert's face was clearly twisted in disgust.

"Greetings, King Joseph," the Germanian ruler said with barely hidden disdain when it was clear the other head of state wasn't going to acknowledge him, "I am surprised that you are present here."

"As am I. I did not expect Germania to involve itself in the affairs of the Blessed Realms," Joseph replied, "Has your court gone peaceful your Imperial Majesty?"

"Peaceful enough… unlike the rumours I have heard about the Gallian court. These outworlders are savvy traders." He motioned to them. "It's a shame your own people have shunned them."

"The Gallian people made a choice, and the nations of Earth respect that choice." Ambassador Ambroise interjected. Joseph shrugged, as if to say "Eh."

"The Gallian people are foolish to have shunned you, Ambassador," Emperor Albert continued, "But Germania is always wisely seeking prosperity for the continent and its people, unlike certain others." He stared at Joseph.

Seeing what was obviously unfolding in front of their eyes, a back and forth between rival nations, the Earth party tried to get things back on track. "I believe we were just discussing preliminary ideas on bringing stability to Albion." Devers broke the ice. "King Joseph, you are helping us in this endeavor and want a piece, I assume?" The last thing anyone from Earth wanted was this mess getting anymore fucked, but it looked like it was determined to do so.

"Perhaps, perhaps not. It will depend on what Albion has to offer for Gallia. I heard of this meeting and decided to attend." And where had he heard it, everyone else at the table wondered.

"Not much." Albert said quickly, wanting to placate his rival and hopefully get him out of here. "Tristain, us, the outworlders, and the Church are already involved. We have enough resources to secure and rebuild Albion without Gallian involvement-."

"Any help a Blessed Realm could provide would be welcomed, no matter how small." The Inquisitor said, his tone not so friendly now as he glared at Albert and Joseph. "Petty squabbles undermine the Founder's dreams of unity. None of this is for the profit of any Kingdom." He warned.

Devers noted everything that was said between the two rulers. The two biggest kingdoms on the continent, no doubt vying for power. If they turned this invasion into part of that, it was just going to be trouble for all.

"Of course." Henrietta spoke, feeling the need to bring control over the meeting in her Palace. "If all of us working together resolves the situation with Albion sooner, then we should aspire to put our differences aside. The people of Albion suffer each day because of the lack of authority and order in their lands. Hunger, war and disease ravage them freely while we squabble pettily in our palaces." Emperor Albert looked a little grim at her description while Joseph looked unperturbed.

"Her Majesty is right gentlemen," Devers added, "So lets start this conversation over." He addressed the Gallian king directly. "Tristain has already pledged 10,000 troops to this endeavor, and Germania 30,000. What can Gallia offer?" Joseph had taken a glass of wine while the agent was talking, watching it swirl in the glass before answering.

"We can match 30,000." Joseph declared dispassionately. Albert's eyes narrowed upon hearing this.

"You do not need to brag about an army that is not there."

Joseph raised an eyebrow.

"How many of your armies are busy maintaining peace between the Germanian houses? Would 30,000 men leaving Germania leave your throne insecure Emperor Albert?"

"And how many of your generals are loyal to you and not to their own interests?" the Emperor countered, "Can you trust them to follow your will? How do we know one won't try and assume kingship of Albion by themselves?"

"The same could be said for yours." While the Emperor was getting worked up, Joseph remained stoic.

"Please cease immediately!" the Inquisitor suddenly ordered, "This is getting nowhere!"

"Let me restate that any country wishing to take part in the invasion will need my permission to enter our lands and ports in the first place." Henrietta asserted herself, much to the Inquisitor's annoyance. "And that ultimately supreme command will rest with a commander appointed by me."

The people from Earth were still keeping their mouths shut. Devers was noting everything that was said by both Joseph and Albert. This was their first direct look at the ruler of Gallia, after all. No more second hand talk.

The blue haired man in question suddenly rose from his seat, and it was telling how Emperor Albert and his guards immediately tensed up.

"Perhaps I should not involve my kingdom in this venture after all," Joseph suddenly said as he turned away, "My borders are not as safe as I think they are."

"Is this a threat?" Albert retorted as he icily stared at the Gallian.

"Merely a statement. Gallia's border lords have been insisting that we better fortify our northern borders." There were only two countries on Gallia's northern border: Tristain, and Germania.

"That is disappointing." Henrietta said, though she did not feel it was a real tragedy like the Inquisitor clearly did. Actually, it was hard to tell if the Inquisitor was saddened by the fact that Gallia was pulling out or angry at the Germanian ruler for antagonizing them into doing so. "We are sorry you travelled all this way for such a short exchange." King Joseph gave a small acknowledgement of her condolences and left as sudden as he'd arrived, leaving the room shaken up.

"Pardon me," Albert said as he stood up, "But I must take leave for a short moment. Queen Henrietta, I will return shortly. Johan, I will require your aid." He turned to one of his people.

"Yes, your Imperial Majesty," the aged chamberlain replied as he stood and followed his ruler. The rest of the Germanian nobles rose from their seats as well. Serious expressions marked their features as they followed their Emperor out of the room.

"Those impudent fools!" Bagdolio finally growled after a moment, "We could have had the Blessed Realms united behind a common cause!"

"It is… unfortunate that this has happened," Henrietta stated, "But Tristain will remain steadfast in its decision to pacify Albion and return its people to the ways of the Founder."

She hoped it would calm down the inquisitor.

"Inquisitor, if I may speak?" Ambassador Ambroise said. The inquisitor nodded.

"Perhaps this is for the better," the Canadian said, " King Joseph seems to be rather… whimsical and fickle as a leader. It might inhibit our collective goal to bring peace to Albion."

"You speak of one of the direct descendents of Brimir!" The Inquisitor reminded hauntingly him. "But...Gallia has not always been… cooperative with the Papacy. It may be for the best."

Devers took a sudden interest in Badoglio's words.

"What do you mean?"the agent quickly asked. Badoglio's eyes suddenly widened as he realized what he said.

"It is of no importance," the Inquisitor recovered quickly but Devers had a raised eyebrow. The experienced agent knew that the Romalian would not say anything about this subject.

"I see. I hope that this does not compromise our efforts in Albion then," Devers replied coolly.

"I presume that his Imperial Majesty has gone and issued orders for his borders with Gallia to be reinforced," Carignan guessed, "Will that impact the number of forces that Germania will be sending?" No one mentioned the Gallia-Tristain border, but that was a matter they'd discuss in private.

"The Germanian and Gallian armies are the largest in Halkegenia." Henrietta informed them. "I doubt 30,000 will prevent Germania's ability to defend its borders. I sincerely hope that a war isn't brewing though." A war between those two powers would mean a reduction of trade and a flood of refugees.

"That would be most unfortunate." The Inquisitor said gravely, something everyone else in the room echoed. This was a development that would have to get back to the planning rooms on Earth.

When the Emperor returned, he tried to appear untroubled but it showed in his tense steps. "So what were we discussing before that rude interruption?" He sat back down with his accompanying nobles. "Troops, that's it!" He recalled. "Yes, I've raised 30,000 men and horses for this invasion, as well as over two dozen ships." That was only a fraction of the Germanian Navy, but they had other commitments, especially now.

"Tristain's Navy will be involved in moving our own troops." Henrietta asserted her independence without revealing the pitiful trio of ships their 'Navy' was. "We share a base with America and Canada in the region of Clement-sur-Mer."

"A good contribution given the recent events," the Emperor remarked off-handedly, "I hope that they have been a good crucible for your armies, your Majesty."

"I believe that our troops have learnt much from our recent battles," Henrietta coolly replied before turning to Earth's representatives, "While I understand you will need time to decide on sending troops, I trust there will be no objections to our Navy operating out of the base?"

"Not at all," Fitzgerald replied while Ambroise nodded, "This base is a joint venture between our nations after all."

"Thank you," Henrietta replied, before addressing the Emperor. "And all of Tristain's ports will be open to the Germanian Navy to use."

"Will Germania be allowed to make use of this facility as well for the Invasion of Albion?" Albert asked.

"Strictly as a port of call." Hamilton explained. "A place to take up water and food or to reapply Wind Stones. There should be closer and more convenient areas for troops to embark." Albert was deep in thought for a moment before he spoke again.

"Would it be possible for me to meet with your leaders and discuss this with them?" He asked suddenly.

"Not without weeks of preparation. Given what happened last time, I'm sure you can understand why our leaders would be hesitant to visit Halkegenia again."

"I understand," Albert replied, "Would it then possible for me to visit your capitals and discuss possible arrangements?"

"That is something that I must discuss with my superiors," Fitzgerald answered, "But they will be open to such propositions, I believe. As it stands, any proposition or planning can be conveyed through us."

"So it could." The Emperor didn't seem very pleased. What exactly had he wanted to discuss? The man picked up a drum stick and took a bite of it, giving Henrietta and opening to speak.

"We should discuss what will become of Londinium and Albion's government after the invasion is complete." She proposed.

"That is a discussion for when the invasion is complete, surely?" Emperor Albert questioned. "We have not even decided how to partition up the lands." And on that subject, there was a shift in body language among his retinue.

"I believe this particular subject is one we should pre-plan." Henrietta's insistence was well founded. She'd made sure in her free time to look into that country-Germany-and the conflict it caused Trump and Trudeau had mentioned.

"Having a plan in place to quickly rebuild would prevent the mass suffering of the population." The UN Envoy suggested, and got agreement from the rest of the Earth party.

"I do not believe that an Albion government shall exist after we are done." The Emperor raised an eyebrow. "Unless you would endeavor to proclaim yourself Queen as per your father's birth right?"

"I hold no such intentions." Henrietta stated firmly.

"Then what do you suggest? That a puppet ruler be put in place?" The Emperor asked stiffly. It was apparent in their body language none of the Germanians were behind the idea. Henrietta picked up on it too.

"For one, I do not believe either nation should be able to claim ownership of any land within 10 leagues of Albion's easternmost coast, to ensure all countries will have equal ability to enter the country."

"And what does this have to do with Londinium?"

"I think, to ensure there will be no conflict after the invasion is over regarding travel in the White Country, there should be permanent routes and areas that are open to all countries. Londinium would be the largest. A place Tristain and Germania can always meet to discuss any issues concerning the occupation of Albion."

The Germanian delegation was silent for a moment before the Emperor spoke again.

"I believe that this… proposition is quite reasonable in spite of how unusual it is. What does Canada and the United States think of this?"

"We are all in support of this idea and applaud the Queen for her thoughtful proposal." The mutual agreement between all three parties of outworlders made the Germanians just the littlest bit suspicious.

"You do not have any claims over Albion's territory?" the Emperor asked, skepticism obvious in his voice.

"No, as we do not believe that our direct administration of Albionian territory would be well received by the local population nor does it interest our leadership right now," Ambassador Fitzgerald explained, "We are willing to offer assistance and advice on how to manage Albion once the invasion is concluded."

"The United Nations will however monitor the occupation and ensure that the people of Albion are properly treated by the occupation forces." Lejeune added sternly. "It should not be an issue that our people be allowed to enter occupied areas with food and medicine for the populations?"

"It is less responsibility for us." The Emperor shrugged.

"But who would rule over Londinium?" A Germanian noble asked.

"May we suggest a solution from our world?" Ambroise spoke up.

"You may Ambassador," Henrietta replied while Albert looked on curiously.

"We suggest that Londinium be a neutral territory, ruled by a separate party. It is as big as the Capital in either Tristain or Germania. Managing two cities of that size would surely be difficult."

"But who would rule it?" The noble asked again, more sharply this time.

"There are, perhaps, reasonable lords or nobles still alive in Albion that are merely waiting for a chance to rebuild their homeland."

"Or a few here in Tristain…!" Henrietta suddenly realized. That refugee ship that had arrived in Tristain some time ago.

"Excuse me Queen Henrietta?" Albert turned his attention to her.

"A few weeks ago, a ship arrived in Tristain, carrying refugees who were escaping the civil war," Henrietta explained, "Amongst these refugees were a few nobles who were responsible for paying the ship."

"But can we trust these people?"

"I believe that they are sincere in their desire. Even more, they are in debt to us for not striking them down as soon as they set foot in Tristain."

"As the Church decreed." The Inquisitor reminded them, clearly annoyed at a blatant admittance that Tristain hadn't punished them.

"Inquisitor Badoglio, I believe that the Church also encourages compassion to the innocent and vulnerable," Henrietta replied sharply as she glared at the man, "The people on that ship were sick, defeated and terrified for their lives. Brimir would never have tolerated if one of His descendants raised a hand against innocent women and children."

"Yet they have rejected His Light!"

Devers listened intently as the conversation continued. This was getting interesting.

"These people have been misled," Henrietta replied with conviction in her voice, "They were seduced by a man who exploited their grievances for his own gain. They are victims of their own mistakes and to punish them for that would be against my own faith in the Founder!"

"We approve of her Majesty's decision to aid the Albionian refugees," Lejeune piped up, cutting off the Inquisitor, "Such generosity and mercy is something that the U.N. would approve of. I am certain that the United States and Canada approve of this as well."

"Prime Minister Trudeau was very happy to hear of her Majesty's clemency towards the refugees," Ambroise stated simply.

"The President was happy to hear about this act of generosity," Fitzgerald added.

"I will be writing to Pope to inform him of this." The Inquisitor said ominously, glaring at everyone in attendance.

"I'm certain he will agree with us," The UN delegate assumed before Emperor Albert III cleared his throat as he looked at Henrietta.

"Your Majesty impresses me with her generosity and kindness. I must confess that such a decision would have been… difficult for me to take yet her lack of hesitation in aiding in these people is admirable," the Germanian Emperor praised.

"Must I remind you, your Imperial Majesty, that this is a matter involving the Blessed Realms?" Badoglio threw a dirty look at Albert. The Emperor didn't notice it; he was too busy starting at Henrietta. There was definitely something different about the small woman. Intriguing, he might even say.

"Of course, of course." He said without full attention. "If keeping Londinium and the key roads throughout the island neutral is necessary for this arrangement, so be it. But that does leave the rest of the island to be divided up."

"I believe that will be a matter settled by our armies." Henrietta said. The Emperor grinned, finally hearing something more his style after a long civilized talk.

"So be it." He looked from the Queen to the Earth delegation. "In three months, we shall see!"


It was no surprise that Cromwell's trial would be a spectacle. For all the care of making sure it was a legitimate way to call out all his misdeeds, they could not keep it was turning into a figurative circus. The cameras were already recording everything as the former Albion leader was led into the room with his legs and arms shackled. His pale, gaunt face had gotten more wrinkled while the circles under his eyes had gotten darker. He did his best to hide the nervous tremors at the jeering crowd. Three judges sat at their respective seats. Each had a cold, aloof expression on their faces. Sitting next to Cromwell was a greying man in a sharp suit. His lawyer had an inscrutable look as he looked over various papers and files. Sharply dressed MP's kept a close eye on everything.

Procedures began with every member of the trial identifying themselves one by one. Cromwell barely managed to stutter out his name. Once that was done, the historical moment began. The judges ordered the prosecutors to list the accusations and evidence against the former Albion warlord. The first to start was the Tristainian one.

"Oliver Cromwell's crimes against Tristain and the Tristainian people are the following: Mass murder, attempted usurpation, terrorism, espionnage, collusion and warmongering."

After he was done, the man sat down and a Canadian prosecutor stood up. Cromwell wanted to speak up in protest but his lawyer quickly got his attention. With a shake of his head and glare, the lawyer convinced the man to keep his mouth shut.

"Oliver Cromwell's crimes against Canada and the Canadian people: Terrorism, espionage and warmongering."

He was soon followed by the American prosecutor who recited exactly the same accusations.

Cromwell was asked if he accepted or denied the accusations made against him. "I have only done what I was ordered to by Brimir." Raucous noise broke out in the crowd behind him, but he didn't turn to face it. This indifference would carry on throughout most of the day.


Earth followed this trial with great interest. Social media said it was almost like seeing Hitler getting tried for his crimes. They were looking at a man so crazy as to try and kill the most powerful man in the world and a close second. A man that had started a holy war simply because he disagreed with his church's teachings. But, as people watched and bared through the boring parts, it was more than that. The evidence was clear: this man was a violent dictator, cruel, heartless, and fanatical. He remained calm and composed despite the grave accusations and evidence against him. No remorse could be seen on his face. He refuted nothing. He didn't even level a single accusation of slander or falsification.

His attitude was not the only thing that irked anyone watching the trial. It was the horrors that his armies and followers had committed in Tristain and Albion in the name of his teachings concerning Brimirism. The destruction of Tarbes and the massacre of entire populations in Albion that defied him gave the viewers a sense of disgust and a chill down their spines. The images of the Coronation attack caused blood to boil in many Americans, British and Canadians as they saw the carnage and what had almost happened to their leaders.

Needless to say, few had any sympathy for Cromwell on Earth.

Cromwell stayed stoic for the first session which lasted three hours before a recess was called for everyone to recuperate. Silent through all every bit of proof the outworlders had captured with their blasphemous objects and even when they showed what he thought were magical recordings, letters, or journals of Albion spies or nobles that had been captured over the course of the last year.

Cromwell stayed silent even to his lawyer during the recess.

But when the court reconvened to show the rest of the evidence, something seemed to break him. A picture of the Republican Palace, back before they'd destroyed it, in Londinium suddenly poked right through his indifference. He stood up from his seat, waving his shackled arms above his head.

"This is an absolute farce!" he shouted, irritation very obvious in his voice, "You do not have the authority to try me!"

"M. Cromwell! Please sit down and calm yourself!" his lawyer firmly ordered while one of the judges banged his gavel.

"Order! Order!"

"Do you know who I am?!" he yelled at the judges and courtroom "I am not a mere criminal! I am Lord-Protector Oliver Cromwell! The man who broke the Tudors' hold over Albion! It's rightful ruler! I am a Saint! The man who will unite all of Halkeginia and take back what is rightfully ours from the accursed Elves!"

"M. Cromwell, I am trying to help you!" the exasperated lawyer hissed, trying to calm down the renegade priest.

"You are all nothing! Inconsequential!" Cromwell roared while the gavel resounded in the room followed by a judge's call to order and the sound of thumping boots. A call that was ignored.

"You have not defeated me! For I have brought down a Blessed Realm!" An MP put hands on his shoulders and tried to push him back in the chair. " Nothing you will ever do to me will-"

His tirade was suddenly interrupted as his face paled. He clutched his chest and cried out in pain. Cromwell had spent the last few months of his life locked in a cell, and part of that comatose being fed the nutrients he needed to survive. Even were he not in his 50s-practically ancient for a commoner in this world-he was still weak from the ordeal and the countless days he'd spent just sitting in his cell without saying anything hadn't helped. The stress from before the invasion was just another aggravating factor.

But even worse for him, his mind had decayed in the same space. It'd been decaying since before he was captured. He was delusional. He'd practically aged himself years by the mental gymnastics he'd put himself through trying to justify what had happened, what should happen, and how it should happen. And now suddenly he'd put himself into a rage.

Now all that stress was catching up to him.


"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Trombley exclaimed as he and his fellow Americans looked at the screen incredulously. His unit as well as the Canadian troops were watching the trial at the portal's camp. Cromwell had started to slouch in his chair, and now Musketeers and MPs were swarming around him. In the crowd behind him, nobles were jeering and shouting.

By the looks of it, he was having a heart attack, a stroke, or maybe an aneurysm even.

"Tabarnak! Someone do something fuck!"

"That SOB's gonna get away cause of a fucking heart attack?!"

"If he lives through it."

"Bitch ass is probably faking."

"Don't worry guys," a snarling Huynh said as he recomposed himself, "If we could get that fat fucker Goering cleaned up from morphine addiction and get him to Nuremberg in 1945, we should be able to get this fucking bastard in good enough shape for a trial." The lieutenant remembered the first and only time he'd seen the bastard in person- with a hand and bleeding everywhere. He'd come back from that.

"I hope so!" Trombley scoffed as they watched the scene cut out. The broadcast had probably been cut on Earth too. Something that should have been a triumph ruined, just like the coronation. Two broadcasts ruined.

"Camera's must be bad luck in this world." A soldier joked. That's all they could do, joke and fume.


"Let him die!" More than a few people shouted that as the security teams attempted to remove Cromwell to get medical treatment. The courtroom was in an uproar while MP's and Musketeers tried to get the audience calm and under control.

Henrietta and her mother watched the events unfurl before their eyes. Part of them wanted him to die now, but another part wanted them to see Cromwell being properly humiliated for what he did. Her allies had kept him alive despite losing a limb, a normally fatal injury, and they seemed to know what was wrong with him now. They could probably keep him alive still.

But she couldn't be happy at that. She couldn't even muster the energy and rise and reign in her people. She just watched the soldiers carry Cromwell out of the room. And for just a brief moment, she locked eyes with the heretical man. Her emotionless blue eyes meeting his old blue eyes wide with fear and disbelief at what was happening to him. Honest, mortal fear. Once he was gone, Henrietta calmly rose and left the room, going in an entirely different direction. She had a Kingdom to run, after all.

In spite of the incoming invasion, American and Canada thought things in Halkegenia were going well. Diplomacy with Romalia was proceeding very well. But new problems always found ways to crop up.

In the span of two days, Gallia had suddenly forced its way into things and the trial they'd set up to save face at home and in the international community had lasted only a day before falling apart. To say the American and Canadian heads of state were annoyed would be a severe understatement.

"At least he's stable now," Trump remarked dryly. His conference call was with Trudeau as well as Devers and Harper. This was an impromptu meeting. They'd already planned one in several weeks to discuss Albion, but these were developments they had to address now.

"M. President, M. Prime Minister, our medical personnel told us he might not wake up this time. They did their best but Cromwell's not exactly gonna be able to tried even if he recovers. Paralysis, mental degradation," he read off the possibilities, "This guy is going to spend the rest of his life in bed. Not even one of the water mages here could fix him even if they wanted to."

Both leaders groaned simultaneously.

"There's about a 90% chance he'll turn into a vegetable," Devers concluded as he heard sighing.

"The international community will be furious and blame us for this," Trudeau realized as he felt his headache intensify. He could imagine the accusations already about Canada and the US torturing Cromwell.

"Isn't our fault." Trump was quick to shift the blame. "The Queen was holding him and he wasn't in good shape to start with even if we kept an eye on them. We made sure that he wasn't tortured or murdered in his cell block. We can't be held responsible for him getting a heart attack."

"Mr. President, Prime Minister, Cromwell is a small fry and has been for a while now. We should be worrying more about Gallia." Devers tried to shift their attention. As far as the spy was concerned, Cromwell wasn't worth the energy anymore. His agents were already monitoring the reaction amongst the Tristainians. So far, most people were overjoyed that Cromwell was out cold. Only the Inquisitor seemed upset the man may die. Even the Queen hadn't asked whether or not he'd survive, although they kept her up to date on the matter. She was looking to other matters and he could honestly say he appreciated the Monarch for it.

"They're trying to mess with us." Trump said. "Why now? What did we do?"

"King Joseph is known for his unpredictable tendencies and is nicknamed the 'Mad King' by many of the nobles in Tristain and Germania." Harper reminded them, "According to our intel on him, his decisions are contradictory and nonsensical. We suspect he might have done for the sake of annoying everyone else. Or possible fear mongering. On the chance he's acting like a rational leader, it might be to intimidate Tristain and Germania to keep them from gaining more land and wealth since they're taking Albion. But as quickly as he pulled out of the negotiations, that last possibility seems unlikely."

"I remember that the Gallian royalty was unstable," Trudeau pointed out, "I believe that the Queen mentioned it. Apparently, there's constant internal strife within the main line of succession."

"She did, on the plane ride to the conference after the portal showed up." Harper confirmed. "Told Ambassador Ambroise that fratricide is common. It was in the briefing."

"So what else do we know about the King over there?" Trump asked, "Anyone else pulling the strings? Besides being insane, he's lazy, isn't he?"

"Operations over there are still low scale." Devers admitted. "We got a team in Lutece now, but they haven't gotten to the point of questioning people. So we only know what the other nations will tell us and only what our eyes in their Capital can see. All we know right now is the guy had a brother that died under mysterious circumstances and that's more or less common knowledge across Halkeginia. The King lets his nobles run their own areas without any real oversight. We think he has a daughter, although we've heard nothing about a wife; he seems to rule alone. There's a teenager we've seen around the outside parts of the Palace with the same hair color dressed like royalty. We hate to admit this, but that king is an enigma to us."

"So we don't know if he's a real threat or not?" Trudeau asked, deadpanned, "What do we know about his nobles?"

"Power hungry like the ones we know in Tristain, although far less loyal," Devers reported, "But also paranoid as hell since their king could have them executed on a whim."

"They have the capacity to be a threat though." Harper reported. "Our agents in Gallia have seen some massive airships in the skies there, bigger than anything Tristain or Albion had. Brute firepower over agility seems to be their aerial strategy."

"I'm not worried about a giant hunk of wood." Trump said, "We've already taken out the Albion Navy. Gallia's will go the same way."

"Do you have any idea how he got into Tristain without anyone noticing him?" Trudeau then asked, "If he took the roads there, someone should have noticed no? Is there any possibility that he has agents in Tristain that helped him?"

"That's the thing, M. Prime Minister: He came by carriage but no one saw anything on the roads that stood out of the ordinary. He entered Tristain without forewarning as is custom, probably as another provocation. The Queen is upset about it; she's summoned some border lords to answer personally. We suspect that he might have traveled under disguise or bypassed the roads to get into Tristain without us seeing him. Maybe a guard didn't recognize him. There are merchants passing over with guards every day. Joseph came and left with only two guards, which is less than even the lowest merchants."

"And is at best a fifth of the number Queen Henrietta usually travels with and not even a tenth of the guard force the Emperor brought with him."

"Either that man is fearless or has very good guards," Trudeau remarked, "Especially considering his reputation as a king."

"He's insane," Trump scoffed, "Probably his twisted little mind makes think no one can touch him. Is he insane enough to attack Germania though? They are the most powerful country there, aren't they?"

"Militarily, they are similar." Harper confirmed, "Both have large armies and navies that are well trained and funded. We're still trying to get a grip on their full capabilities."

"Yes but we all know that central power in Germania is weaker then it is in Gallia." In Germania, the Emperor wasn't a blood position. It was bestowed, often on the most powerful and richest noble. They'd heard through the grapevine before even establishing diplomatic relations that the current Emperor had been one of a few dozen candidates. That power could always be opposed. A little shakier than Tristain, but stable enough that diplomacy seemed viable. "But Joseph's are just as unlikely to answer. It's a question if either nation could get enough support together for a major war."

"What are our interests that would be in danger in the event of a Germania-Gallia conflict?" Trudeau asked.

"A spillover and trade disruption. Depending on how the Church reacts, they may pressure Tristain into joining the war, and that would put everyone and everything in the crosshairs."

"On what side though?"

"Gallia's, most likely. This concept of 'Blessed Realms' is important to them."

"Against Germania, then?" Trudeau asked. Neither head of state liked that. Tristain was their principal ally in that world, obviously. The portal opened right into the country. They'd been nothing but gracious diplomatic hosts and trade partners. But relations with Germania had been warming up for a while, and Earth wasn't going to pass up that opportunity; Germania was an economic juggernaut. Plus, it wasn't as tied to the Church as Tristain currently was. That made them a possible ally, although conflict with the Church wasn't what they wanted. As far as society went, Germania's was marginally more 'free' than Tristain's. Less of a class system.

"So we have a lot to lose if those two get into a war. Am I right?" Trump summarized.

"War for any reason would be bad for us." Trudeau reminded.

"Indeed," Harper replied, "A war between those two would be worse than one against Albion."

"So let me get this straight." Trump sounded annoyed. "We put all that effort and money into opposing Albion to keep that world safe and stable to keep OUR world safe, and now we have to do the exact same thing for Gallia?"

Trudeau showed the same resignation.

"It looks like it." Their intelligence agencies didn't try and sell them a lie.

"So be it." Trump was annoyed, but not enough to pull out. The American economy was doing amazing, and Tristain was a small part of it but a part nonetheless with a lot of potential. A little mechanization and they could be selling them a lot of the goods Americans normally got from China, like clothes. Besides, he knew good press when it saw it and this was some damn good press.

"What can we do to maintain our security without antagonizing the Gallian leadership or the Church?" Trudeau asked.

"And stay out of a war." Trump added sternly.

"For Tristain's direct safety? I think our armed forces are good deterrents. We shouldn't change anything on that front. A Gallia-Germania conflict is beyond our ability to influence at the moment."

Both heads of state looked a little annoyed. Relations with Germania were good, but it wasn't like any of Earth; the Emperor wouldn't tone it down just because the two asked. And Germania wasn't the problem anyway. Gallia was, a nation they had no contact with or influence in.

"We'll keep expanding our operations there and present options as soon as their viable."

"Let's agree to put the Gallia matter on hold right now. We'll discuss it at our next meeting on Halkegenia as well as Emperor Albert's desire to visit Earth. Give our intelligence communities and military leadership time to look at the situation." Trudeau suggested. They'd wanted to give that more attention, but for now it'd wait until they could fix it with a lot of other issues.

"Might as well." Trump agreed. Maybe by then, they'd have a better solution.


A carriage escorted by horsemen slowly came to a halt in the base near the portal. It bore the coat of arms of the House of Vallières. Cattleya looked out the window. The young woman rarely left her family's domains as it was always a strain on her poor health.

Now her and her parents were going into an Earth hospital for the first time. She had heard much from her little sister and her lover about their allies's prowess in many fields. Now, she hoped that they could grant her her greatest wish: a life unburdened by illness.

She and her parents exited their carriage She saw Louise and Saito nearby waiting with Éléonore. Her little sister could barely contain her happiness while the elder one was more reserved though Cattleya saw a slimmer of hope in Éléonore's eyes.

"Big sister!" Louise excitedly said as she hopped over and hugged the older girl.

"Little Louise, I am happy to see you."

"Cattleya." Éléonore greeted, "I hope that the trip has not been too taxing on you dear sister."

The second daughter shook her head.

"No, it wasn't tiring at all. How have your research gone Éléonore?"

"Very well though I have been helping Little Louise with her new lands. The last lord neglected them and it will take great efforts to make them prosperous once more."

"I hope it is not too difficult for you my dear Louise." Cattleya worried, "It must a difficult task for you."

Louise shook her head.

"No, Éléonore is helping me a lot."

The duke and duchess nodded in approval.

"Thank you for your hard work," the duke said.

"Louise learns quickly though father so it is not very difficult."

Cattleya beamed at hearing the good news when someone nearby cleared their throat. It was the doctor they had met with earlier.

"Good day to you all," she said, greeting the group, "Welcome to the US-CAN Joint Army Hospital."

"Thank you for your welcome," the duke replied respectfully as he bowed his head, "We look forward to seeing how this hospital functions, Doctor Sims."

"I hope that we won't disappoint you then."

Behind her was a large grey building that looked fairly recent that the group entered. As they did so, they could see how clean and bright it was. Doctors, nurses and clerks were moving about their daily tasks.

"What exactly are you going to do Doctor?" Cattleya asked, "I believed that you wanted to do more specialized testing on me but what do these tests consists of exactly?"

"We have many specialized tests in order to detect what might be causing your heart issues milady."

"Are these tests dangerous?" the duke suddenly spoke.

"I can assure that they are perfectly safe."

"Very well, how will we proceed?" Cattleya asked.

"We will conduct various tests that will confirm the nature of your illness before proceeding with the appropriate treatment." Doctor Sims explained before glancing at the large group before her, "It is not necessary for all of you to be present here. We generally encourage parents to remain present with our patients."

"Eum Louise?" Saito spoke up.

"Yes?"

"I don't think we need to be here for the tests. They're going to be boring to watch."

"But Saito!" Louise whined, "I want to be here for my sister!"

"He is right," her mother said, "Perhaps you would enjoy visiting the Academy. No doubt that the von Zerbst's daughter would be… envious of your new lands and titles."

"But mother…" Louise's mother glared at her.

"I'm afraid that he's right. I also do not require having many people around my patients while we are examining them. There's not necessarily room from all of you."

"But what about Éléonore? Why can she stay here?" Louise whined.

"Because I am here on behalf of the Oriz Academy. They wish to have more information on our allies' medical sciences." The Tristain Academy of Magic wasn't the only educational institution in the land, obviously. Just the biggest. The Oriz Academy was more specialized in research, with many of its researchers warming to Earth's sciences. It was a slow process but it was there.

"B-but you're not even specialized in Water Magic!" Louise argued before being met by a withering glare from her oldest sister.

"I am merely here to record for the Academy."

"Louise, please do not argue anymore," her mother ordered sternly.

"Do not fret my Little Louise," Cattleya reassured, "I'll be able to spend time with you after the examinations."

Louise seemed satisfied with the answer.

"Please, make her healthy again!" Louise bowed at the doctor who smiled back at her, "I'll wait for you in my quarters!" She told her sister. Cattleya smiled, told Louise to have fun, and disappeared with her parents and the doctor into the concrete building.


After that, Saito and Louise had drifted a short distance away to the Academy to check up on where they'd first met all their friends. As it turned out, classes were cancelled that day for a staff meeting, so everyone was out and about They hadn't been here since before the invasion happened, and only by word of mouth did they hear about the hostage crisis. They were met with surprised looks and whispering when they arrived, unaware that a lot of rumors had surrounded their disappearance.

"Now there are two faces I didn't think I'd see again."

"Guiche!" Saito hadn't recognized the blond playboy at first glance; he wasn't wearing a school uniform anymore. His youthful face looked different, far more mature than the Japanese boy remembered. It might have been a visual illusion from the military uniform he was wearing.

"I command the new order of knights here at the Academy." Guiche explained when asked. "We're tasked with keeping the students safe from any more ilk that might threaten us."

"Yeah, I heard about that." Saito nodded. The news had trickled throughout the Kingdom, sparking fear of Albion reprisals. "You're doing a great thing." The other boy nodded, pleased.

"But since you're here, allow me to extend the question to you two." Guiche said. "Your disappearance after the invasion has aroused a great many rumors. And now you're returning to the Academy?"

"We're not staying." Saito clarified as they began drifting around the Academy. "We just wanted to see some old friends again. Like you man."

"Thank you Saito. I hope that you and Louise have been able to make the most of those lands. And I must say, congratulations on your title. I would have never imagined it when we first met."

"Thanks. Congratulations for yours too."

"The Vallières are slowly putting order into our new domains," Louise explained, "It is a lot of work. Have your efforts with the Knights of Undine gone well?"

Guiche smiled proudly and nodded.

"Yes, the knights and I have sparring whenever we have free time. Besides me, all of us still have our studies. There is still much work to do before we can serve our kingdom in battle but I am quite confident that we will be able to distinguish ourselves soon."

Something about this line rubbed Saito the wrong way. He remembered Guiche being badly shaken by Blackhawk Down, but now, it seemed that the young noble was raring for another battle.

"What do you mean?" Saito asked, already guessing the answer.

"Many decided to join the Knights in order to ready themselves for their future in the armies," Guiche explained, "We spar regularly to keep ourselves ready and trained."

"Ah." was all Saito could say.

"So are you going to take part in the invasion of Albion?" Louise asked, "Her Majesty is building up the Royal Army for that."

Guiche shook his head.

"I do not know. Her Majesty has not told me anything concerning Albion and our Order," he replied. "At present, we are here to guard the Academy."

"I hope you don't get sent there," Saito said.

"But why? It is our duty to serve our Realm," Guiche replied, slightly puzzled, "We also need to act since the people of Albion are suffering right now."

"I don't want to see anyone else die in a war," Saito explained his point, "You've already gone through one war."

"Saito," Louise hissed, "It is our duty as nobles to answer the call to arms."

"Louise is correct. As long as Tristain requires it, we shall serve her."

"B-but there must be other ways to serve your Kingdom," Saito stammered.

"Yes, there might be but this is what I chose," Guiche stated firmly, "There are other people that can do other things for Tristain but the Knights of Undine shall be one of its swords."

Saito's mind flashed back to recent events. His friend and girlfriend were dead set on their mindset. It made think about his conversation with Devers. This world really was like old Europe in its mentality. Saito looked around and saw more boys wearing battle armour.

This wasn't what he'd expected at all when America and Canada showed up here. He thought this place and the people would seem more...modern? Prosperous. Stuff like that. Devers had told him not to expect every fantasy.

They didn't let that discouraging encounter chase them away. They stayed at the Academy for a little while longer. Some faces they didn't recognize, others they only knew in passing. Everyone seemed to recognize them though, and many that Saito couldn't even name came up to congratulate them for the rewards they'd received from the Queen. So many people who'd looked down on him suddenly treating him as an equal unnerved the Japanese boy. Guiche stayed with them, equal parts serving as a guide and keeping the more curious away.

"Saito! It has been a long time since I've seen you!" a familiar voice exclaimed, causing both Saito and Louise to turn towards the source. It was none other than Kirche and Tabitha. The Germanian was wearing a rather flattering outfit, no doubt bought from the trading outpost while the Wind Mage was holding a book with a familiar title.

Louise's eyes narrowed as she saw her old rival again before she puffed out her chest.

"Kirche."

"Ahh Louise. I'm very happy that you got those lands from the Crown," Kirche said happily, "Perhaps your family will be able to match mine's wealth finally."

"Of course, I will!" Louise boasted proudly.

"Has your family finally started trading with the Americans or Canadians like my Father and Mother did?" Kirche smugly remarked as she noticed Louise's eyes widening slightly, "You have no idea how these people have innovated in so many fields. It's impressive. We're richer than ever."

Louise stammered and stumbled over her words, trying to figure out how to answer to her rival.

"My parents will soon begin talking with them!" the pinkette exclaimed as she puffed out her chest, "We-we just wanted to be sure that they could give us something we want!"

Kirche simply smiled.

"Hey Tabitha, what's that book you got there?" Saito asked, trying to distract everyone from an imminent squabble between the two rivals.

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone," the blue haired girl replied simply, "It's good."

"I saw the movie when I was younger," Saito explained, "It was a good movie but I never read the books that came before."

"Movie?"

"Yeah, on Earth they make books that are popular into movies a lot."

"Remember that movie we watched Tabitha?" Kirche pointed out, "They said it was a book about a real battle."

The blue haired girl nodded.

"So how have you guys been since those terrorists took over the school?" Saito asked. They looked alright, but he still wanted to ask.

"Oh, we're fine." Kirche insisted. "But my parents were absolutely furious at the transgression. They're bringing our finest troops for the invasion. We're going to get some nice new lands over there."

The answer didn't reassure Saito as he glanced over at Louise whose eyes narrowed.

"My family will be going too!" She said, like it was a bragging contest. "Me and my mother will...uh…" Louise stopped herself when she realized she was about to reveal a state secret but not fast enough to avoid looking stupid.

"What were you saying… Zero?"

Louise's eye twitched.

"Noth-nothing," she answered through clenched teeth, her face bright red.

And they seemed to get along during the invasion so well. Saito thought wearily. He noticed that Tabitha had remained silent all along.

"What about you Tabitha?" Saito asked.

"Gallian. Not my concern," she answered nonchalantly as she flipped another page in her book.

"Oh. Right." Saito had forgotten the girl was from the southern nation. "Well, that's good too."

"Lunch is soon. Perhaps we could discuss some more over good food?" Guiche suggested, "Malicorne will most certainly be waiting for us."

"Oh, certainly. You two must try the food. It's improved greatly since the war ended!" Kirche confirmed.

The group made their way to the dining hall and Guiche guided them to one particular table that stuck out because everyone sitting at it was wearing some sort of armor, or anything else that denoted them as more than a student. What Saito noticed was they made up about a fourth of the whole student body.

"There aren't as many people here, are there?" Saito asked. He had a hunch why.

"Yes," Guiche answered as he waved to Malicorne. "Many of the foreign students left. I think Tabitha and Kirche might be the only ones still here."

"Many of the Germanian students left a few days ago." Another knight spoke up.

"All the boys did leave." Kirche sounded wistful. "But they promised to shower me with gifts and treasures when they return from war."

"But why did they choose to go home?" Saito asked, almost fearing the answer.

"Some of their parents were appalled at the security failure while others were recalled because of the invasion." Guiche sounded confused. "Why else?"

"Ah...nothing." Saito brushed it off.

"Will we see you two in Albion?" Guiche asked.

"We'll be there!" Louise immediately assured. "My family has an important job. Much more important than leading troops." She glanced at Kirche, who just responded with a smirk.

"I look forward to seeing what you can possibly do that is more important than leading warriors into battle?"

"Come now Kirche, Saito and Louise are our guests here at the Academy." Guiche was uncharacteristically charismatic and leading. "We shall treat them as such." Saito was almost convinced the blond flop he'd dueled when he first arrived and the boy sitting next to him were two different people. The Germanian paused for a moment.

"Perhaps you are right. I'll let our family's performances on the battlefield prove speak for itself."

The answer seemed to satisfy Guiche. "Let's eat!" He insisted. They all dug in and for a little while, things seemed normal again. The time before the war. Even the time before the portal opened, although Saito had only been allowed to sit at the table for a few days before that once Louise warmed up to him. As the meal started to wrap up, Guiche put a hand on Saito's shoulder.

"As one noble in Queen Henrietta's service to another, I have a request to make while you are here."

"Uh...yeah?" Saito answered, bewildered by the address.

"With your unique circumstances, perhaps you may know of military instructors from Canada or the United States of America that can help the Knights of Undine further hone their skills in battle?"

"What?!" the Tokyo teenager almost spat out his drink.

"I was asking if you could help me and my knights further hone our skills by helping us find instructors from Earth. That is your role in the Kingdom, isn't it? Establishing connections between our world and Earth. If not, I apologize."

"No, that's right. But I don't really deal with the military stuff." Saito explained, "I could help you if you asked me about how to make your lands prosper. I met with some people about it."

"My family has already done that. Unfortunate, but we will manage."

Saito remembered Devers's words and didn't like how things were turning out. He hoped that Guiche and his knights would be at the Academy for the duration of the war.

They enjoyed the hospitality of the students for another hour or two before Louise started getting fretful and insisting they return to the portal checkpoint. Saito told her they probably weren't done, but she wouldn't hear it.


After a few moments of walking, the pair arrived at the hospital's gates and entered the reception room. Saito walked to the counter with Louise.

"Excuse me but is Lady Cattleya's appointment done yet?" he asked the uniformed receptionist.

"Give me a few seconds," the employee said as she ran through her papers before shaking her head, "I'm afraid that they are still going through tests."

"Hey, come on." Saito put an arm on her shoulder. "Let's go visit some of the shops. We could go get a present for your sister?"

"Hmmph! I want to wait for her to come out," Louise pouted childishly, "She could be out anytime soon."

"I don't know. Tests can take a long time and I don't think she'd want us to bore ourselves to death here either," Saito pointed out, "And I think we can get her something nice."

"Fine," Louise relented, "Let's go see what we can get for her."

"What do you think she'd like?" Saito asked as they exited the building again.

Louise put a finger on her chin for a second.

"She loves her pets. Maybe a book about animals from your world?"

"We can always check out the bookstores then."

After an hour wandering around the shopping district, Louise and Saito returned to the hospital as the sun was slowly setting.

"Big sister!" Louise exclaimed as she ran over to Cattleya who was walking out of the building with her parents and older sister by her side. They all seemed relieved, as if a great weight was lifted off their shoulders.

"Hello Little Louise," she said as the two hugged each other.

"I got you a present!" Louise said as she handed her a book about wildlife on Earth, "What did the doctors say?"

"Your older sister suffers from having a weak heart according to them," her mother explained, "An easily treated condition on Earth apparently."

"What does that mean?"

"I think it means that her heart isn't strong enough naturally for her," Saito tried to explain, "So that's making her weak all the time."

"That is the essence of their explanation, Viscount," the Duke confirmed. Saito noticed the somewhat less condescending tone of his voice.

"So can they heal her heart?" Louise asked excitedly, "So she can live like a normal person?"

"Not exactly." Her sister smiled. "But they've given me medicine that will stop it from weakening me so much. I may finally be able to journey away from our home." On either side, her parents looked cautiously optimistic.

"That's wonderful!" Louise exclaimed happily, "Can you come with me to the Academy for a bit?"

"I would love to finally see it." Being homeschooled, Cattelya had never actually seen the Academy her family historically attended. She glanced at her parents. Both nodded.

"We shall await for your return at the trade post in 2 hours," Lady Vallière said, "This place has changed since we were last here. Your father and I want to see more of it.."

"Yes mother."

So they returned to the Academy for a second time that day, Louise excitedly pulling Cattelya and Éléonore acting as the reprimand in case Louise forget her sister still wasn't in absolute perfect health. Louise gave her the full tour, and introduced her to a lot of the friends her and Saito had made during their time there. Barring one comment from Kirche about Louise missing the same 'assets' of her second sister, it all went well. The entire Vallière family left that day feeling happier and more positive than they had for years.

Even Saito put aside his misgivings. For the time being.


With war on the horizon, everyone was taking inventory of their forces. Earth was no different. The civilian and military brass back home wanted full tallies of what they had to work with in the inevitable conflict. Even if direct conflict was still off the table, that included all combat capable forces..

At present, the number of total military personnel, support and combat, totaled just under 2,500, an effect of weeks of downsizing. 600 of those belonged to the 1st Cavalry Division; a battalion from the division was still camped out along the lake on Tristain's southern border. Canada had enquired, and as it was the US wasn't in a hurry to remove the forces that had arrived just when the Albion invasion was dealt with. It wasn't really an issue since neither the Queen or Montmorency's family objected, but some people wondered why all the vehicles just stayed locked up behind heavy metal gates.

Another 400 were from the 10th Mountain Division. But most of that was the Division's aerial assets; there was only one infantry company in Tristain currently. The American forces were definitely shifting away from direct combat.

And the last major component of 700 soldiers was from the 2nd Canadian Division; a mix of Regular and Reserve troops. Most were tasked with security or relief efforts. Their tanks had pulled back to CFB Gagetown for the time being. The American battalion had more than enough firepower to hold the line until they could be sent in.

The other 700 or so were a mix of either command & control, logistics, engineering, military police, Special Forces, or training teams. The combined contribution from both countries' air forces was nearly half of that.

As far as hardware went, they tallied up their total to 15 tanks, 40 IFVs, and 51 other vehicles. The number of rotor wings wings tallied up to two Apaches, two Lakotas, six Blackhawks (and two 'Pavehawks', which were the US Air Force's Search and Rescue variant), three Chinooks, and five Griffons. A pair of V-22s were slated to arrive eventually, but those were reserved for flights to and from Romalia; they were the only aircraft that could make the journey. A flight of four F-16s and an element of two CF-18's represented the technological trump card Earth had in the new world.

It was a modest force, capable of meeting any threat this world could throw at them easily. But for the future ahead? They weren't getting all those vehicles into Albion, that was certain. But they could be useful if Gallia stirred up trouble like some worried. And Albion? Well, you could win a war from the air on Earth. It was worth seeing if the same was true here.

Trump and his people had traveled to Ottawa to meet their Canadian counterparts to discuss something more solid. The Canadians had nearly backed out of it, only for Trudeau to insist on it going through.

The prime minister was currently facing allegations he was obstructing justice and was helping SNC-Lavalin, the largest engineering company in Canada, covering up its shady deals at home and in Gaddafi's Libya by pressuring the Minister of Justice to hide the case before shoveling her into another position. It was starting to make headlines in Canada and rumors already abounded in the press. With elections approaching in Fall 2019 and an ever-stronger opposition, Trudeau was being very careful in maintaining his popularity and good name. The events in Halkegenia could make or break it more than ever, so it only made sense to not delay.

The door to Rideau Hall's banquet hall swung open as Trump and his cabinet entered the regal room where Trudeau and his cabinet were waiting for him. Quick greetings were exchanged before both men sat down with their cabinets. Sajjan and Mattis flanked their respective leaders.

"As we both know," Trump said, "The Invasion of Albion is set to begin in a few months. There's also the matter of Gallia. We're here to solve all these problems today."

"Exactly," Trudeau replied as his aides handed out the latest intelligence reports, "What is the state of our forces?"

Sajjan and Mattis listed off the forces present in Halkegenia, starting with the garrisons present, assets available, and how far they could stretch with the current stockpiles of supplies. The situation was fairly advantageous, with the troops well dug-in and the supply network well established. They were still busy with reconstruction and security duties but other tasks could be assigned to them. They were discussing offensive and defensive options this meeting; Albion and Gallia were on the table in equal measure.

The Special Forces scouting missions had redoubled in Albion, many concentrating around Londinium as they spoke but without neglecting the rest of the country. The strongholds outside the capital area were the many castles that dotted the landscape, including some in key mountain passes, river junctions, ports and other strategic areas. They were paying close attention to those too. Many warlords were holing up in these fortifications, directing what limited forces they could field and staying safe from assassinations and other harm. Anywhere else was the Wild West. Bandit country. Law of the Jungle.

And their agencies had reports on Gallian troop movements, still erratic as ever. They would start marching towards their borders with Germania or Tristain before suddenly turning tail and head to the center of Gallia. It wasn't outright provocation but it left everyone uneasy. At least they'd gotten a better figure on the troop numbers, army compositions, military targets, and even some military leaders. Devers and Harper had pulled through on their promise to give more options.

"I was told on the flight here both our militaries have come up with a plan?" Trump motioned, and Mattis took over.

"The Combined Arms Battalion situated on the border is in place to head off any incursions. The unit leadership has been working with the local lord to ensure cooperation with all border forces. In the event of an invasion, it should be able to out maneuver and engage the enemy in delaying operations until we can muster more forces in theatre."

"We've put all Regular and Reserve units in Quebec, Ontario and the Maritimes on permanent alert. We can provide that reaction force.. Our main concern is the Gallian Navy," Sajjan stated. "They have different operational procedures. Tristain and Albion's Navy's focus on smaller ships acting in coordination. Gallia's works more in line with our naval procedures-a fleet formation with the largest ship at the center. They have multiple ships-of-the-line that act as that center. We have aircraft in theatre for interception now, but Gallia's air power is relatively massive."

"It is." Mattis confirmed. "But we've made preparations for that too."

"How many ships are we talking about?" Trump asked

"At least 100, possibly as high as 200 including at least a dozen ships of the line. Albion's Navy was large, but a majority of those weren't purpose built warship, just converted merchant vessels. All of these would be armed and well-kept."

"There is however one major weakness in the Gallian military," Mattis added, "The majority of the leaders are chosen by Joseph for their loyalty rather than their skill. The same as Albion's officer corps. We believe that many are not truly loyal to their king but are terrified of his madness."

"So is it safe to say any attack would crumble the moment we applied force?" Trudeau questioned hopefully.

"We don't know yet." Sajjan explained, "They could be more afraid of going back to their king empty handed than they are of our guns."

"Did we gather anymore information concerning Joseph himself?"

"He's been on the throne for little over a decade playing games like these. He may see them as games, but we do not. We will respond accordingly." Mattis swore. "I have no doubt our forces on the ground can hold them back and that the Canadian Armed Forces will respond quickly. But that air power should be our concern. Our only options to counter it are extreme."

Trump and Trudeau nodded in acknowledgement.

"Have we found out anything about Gallian spies? Any good leads?" Trump asked, "Or how the hell did that nutcase get into Tristain? Do we have to worry about that too?"

"Still no solid information on that but both military and civilian intelligence is looking into it." Sajjan stated, "Neither like the fact they were duped."

"The likelihood of Gallian spies is less likely than Albionian." Mattis added. "There's no religious or ethnic link to encourage it. Regardless, I propose we assist Tristain's border guards through aerial surveillance. Any of our helicopters can fly along their entire border on a single tank of gas."

"Get on that. We need to cover all our bases." Trump nodded. Trudeau nodded at his Defense Minister to do the same. "You've already taken care that our men on the border should have all the air defense they need, right?"

"We already have anti-air assets guarding all installations in the country and we already have plans to disable the Gallian navy in its ports should they attack us, pending approval by the American and Canadian government."

"So we have a counter to everything Gallia can throw at us, and we're making sure they don't have any tricks up their sleeves. Are we absolutely sure we have everything resolved?" Trump asked. "We don't need to look stupid again."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Both countries' militaries had been working overtime to resolve this since the possibility arose, and it had cut down most of the need for discussion between civilian leadership. They only needed the word 'go', and Trump and Trudeau gave it at this meeting. Whatever happened would happen now.

That left the trickier subject of Albion. Both militaries had come up with options, and now it was time to choose which, if any, the US and Canadian government would pursue.

"The Queen has fortunately secured agreement of a large neutral zone in eastern Albion as well as command of the invasion to Marshal du Poitier. He will be assisted by the Margrave of Handenburg who will be leading the Germanian forces and Count Wimpffen will serve as the chief of staff for the invasion. None of them should cause difficulties for us." Saijin explained as his proposition was passed for both leaders to see. "I'm proposing the establishment of a massive military hospital in Albion after the initial beachhead has been secured."

"We're letting the locals do that, right?" Trump questioned. "The beachhead?"

"They can make the beachhead themselves." Mattis assured. "We don't have to be involved in that."

"We would have med-evac capability across the entire island, ensuring we can support the local forces at every stage of the invasion." Saijin got back on topic. "And we won't need boots to touch down more than 5 miles away from the coasts. Most of the medical assets we'd need are already in Tristain" Both heads of state were nodding approvingly, "Our men should normally be safe from combat."

"It could end up being a UN base too." Trudeau pointed out with both Mattis and Sajjan nodding. "I think that is a good idea, and one we should have ready to go as soon as possible." He looked at Trump for agreement.

"Start setting it up." The man said simply. "But these people are going to try and demand we fight at the front too, I'm sure. What about that?"

"The main issue that the Tristainians and Germanians will face will be the castles. Most of them are held by warlords and used as strong points. Even if the defenders will be few and undertrained, it will still be enough when it comes to defending a structure like that We can expect long sieges, ones they'll probably ask us to assist in."

"Why not blow them up? Get rid of them" Trump asked simply.

"Tristain and Germania will need infrastructure to maintain security in the country afterwards and these castles are all well situated to that." His SecDef explained. "They'll want to capture them."

"I don't want any direct fighting." Trump affirmed yet again.

"We don't have to. We can still provide aerial fire support without destroying the structures."

"If you can do it without sending any of our soldiers in, then do it." Trump gave his graces.

"That is a suitable solution," Trudeau approved as well.

"Onto the next matter at hand," Sajjan said, "Our special forces teams are still in Albion conducting reconnaissance. What are we going to do with them once the invasion starts?"

"Keep them out of the crossfire if that's possible." Trudeau said, "I want limited operations only."

"Understood."

"Ours are going to be gone as soon as the front reaches them." Trump directed. Both countries came to a mutual agreement-they were not going to be in the front.

"What kind of logistical support do we want to give to the allied armies?" Mattis asked next. "We've already ruled against flying in their combat forces for them."

"Food, certainly. We don't want the Tristainians or Germanians looting the countryside for food. It looks bad, and it'll be bad for business once everything dies down." Trump answered.

"Not to mention that it'll help with reconstruction afterwards," Trudeau added, "I don't see what else we can offer them in terms of supplies. I want most of our efforts going towards helping the UN."

Trump nodded. The UN could pick up the slack from the US and Canada in terms of humanitarian efforts. The rest of the meeting time was spent discussing other key matters of the invasion such as rules of engagement, treatment of the locals and what role would Earth play in rebuilding Albion. Both sides had a few disagreements, but the plan still came together in a day with one secure overhead rule in regards to the actual military phase:

No direct combat.

Both sides were sticking to their guns and it was unlikely anything was going to shake them.

But there was one big shake up near the end that Mattis proposed, catching the two world leaders off guard.

"What I suggest is that we help modernize the Tristainian Army in the same way we helped their Navy. We should start with helping them establish a modern officer and NCO corps."

"Go on," Trudeau asked skeptically.

"I believe that training the Tristainians would help lessen their reliance on us as well as make sure that the invasion and ensuing occupation goes smoothly," Mattis explained, "We can ensure, through training, that they will treat the locals properly by ingraining in them a code of conduct towards the civilian populations as well as any defeated Albion troops. Occupying a foreign country is something Tristain has never done. They are most certainly ill-equipped and trained for it."

"We have received numerous reports of Tristainian excesses towards Albion POW after the battle of Tristain and we know that many of the troops and officers still hold resentment for what Albion did to their homeland." Sajjan added, getting behind the idea quickly. "This is our best chance to ensure that atrocities don't happen."

"And if they still commit war crimes?" Trudeau asked tensely, "We will be blamed for this."

"The public will be angrier if we did nothing," Sajjan replied, "Especially when we had the power to stop this."

"I should add that this is something our allies will embrace. The only reason we bring it up is a lot of young Tristainians-kids, but officers in that world-are requesting it. We made a significant impact on their minds during the invasion."

"Obviously they recognize a more sophisticated nation when they see it." Trump remarked. "We want these people to be able to defend themselves. That dinner our people attended proves they're getting cocky just because they think we're 100% behind them. We don't want them too cocky."

"I understand your points," Trudeau replied, "But can our training programs be adapted to their reality? From what I know, there is no real standards for training amongst the Tristainian armies since everyone learns from their relatives and tutors rather than military academies."

"We'll have to see if it's feasible. Right now, it's just a concept we'd like to test."

"If you say so, then go ahead and look into it." Trump gave his tacit approval for the whole thing. Maybe it wouldn't work out. Maybe it would. It wasn't weapons, his red line.

"There are certain things that can be easily arranged," Sajjan explained, "Theoretical classes for example about the proper treatment of POW's and local civilians can be a very good start. We can teach them the core principles of the Geneva Conventions."

"We can easily use these classes to implement the basics of Hearts and Minds into their next generation of officers and NCO's. It'll also go a lot way towards instilling a national loyalty and one to the Queen, instead of their families." By now, most of Tristain's noble population had pretty much accepted their presence. That didn't mean Earth would completely turn their back though. They were always looking for ways to subtly increase Henrietta's power. The rebuilding process had done a hell of a lot in that regard but there was still work to do.

"I think that we can explore this possibility," Trudeau finally said after a quick series of reflections, "Work up a few drafts and tell me what can be done."

"Understood."

The very last thing they discussed was the prospect of Emperor Albert coming to Earth. Both leaders were up to the event, but there was the matter of what he wanted to discuss. The most likely answer was a military alliance against Gallia. And while there might be a shared desire to oppose the Southern Kingdom, neither side could shake their misgivings about the Emperor.

But at the very least, they'd let him come and hear him out. Even more history was about to be made.


Even if you didn't fully trust them, a double agent wasn't much use unless you gave them some free space to act. Or enough rope to hang themselves if your concerns proved founded. But after the last year, faith in Mathilda was higher than average. She had been cooperative and well-behaved. It also helped that Earth had something she held dear.

They were finally sending her out on a mission. To Albion, obviously. They'd had to fully brief her on the events there to explain the context of her mission. The country was still fractured, but from Londinium a coalition was starting to form of factions that claimed to carry on Cromwell's message and goals though none of his original council were still around. They were shunning the notion of a King and dared not take Cromwell's former title. Instead, they founded a council they dubbed the "Holy Restoration Council", which was meant to serve as a governing body for the whole country. As it was, they controlled Londinium and some of the surrounding countryside. But that was still over a million people. Her new employers were wary of this new group and planned to take action. And someone expendable like Mathilda was just the low-risk option to take.

The former Albion spy was going to meet them and offer her services as one of Cromwell's best agents. It was extremely unlikely any of them knew who Mathilda was, or that she'd been captured. To sell her position, they were giving her a fake transcript of some troop movement orders she could present and say she 'acquired' from an Earth officer.

And once she was in, she'd be their eyes and ears. They already knew a lot about this group, but there was undoubtedly more to find out. There'd be agents of their own in Albion she'd communicate with, letting them know all that information plus what the council was up to. If they told her too, she was going to deliver more false information.

One of their 'helicopters' was going to land her in Albion. And after that, she was on her own to do what they requested. Of course she wasn't going to stray, not when all the kids were here. But the kids were the reason she was so hesitant to leave right now, her adoptive sister just as much as the rest of the children put together.

Tiffania's habit of loitering outside the building that served as the prison/intelligence office or attempts to loiter in order to speak to someone important had finally irritated the higher ups enough to demand Mathilda get the girl off their backs or take a hit to their business relationship.

So Mathilda had finally told her the truth. About what she'd done, about what she had done before then, and what she was going to do to earn her and the childrens' freedom. The look on poor Tiffania's innocent face…

The blond half-elf had been avoiding her ever since. Mathilda wished she could stay and reassure her, but that just wasn't possible. She should stay to reassure her that despite all the evil she'd done-she hadn't mentioned any specific deeds, but what spy work entailed was obvious-, she still did it all purely for their sake. But her employers took priority. Tiffania was a kind soul, and she really hoped by the time she could come back to this place, she'd have forgiven her. Hopefully.

She'd gotten guarantees from the Canadian spy, Harper, that the children would all still be here when she got back. Everything was a game of trust now. They were trusting her to do what they requested of her, and she was trusting them to watch the children.

With a heavy sigh, Mathilda stepped into the helicopter's troop compartment and strapped herself in. The things above that made it fly started to spin. She looked out at the guards who'd come to see her off and hand her all the things she'd need. They were impassive as ever. But behind them, she spotted something distinct walking towards the landing pad: Tiffania, being guided by some more agents. It was the first time Mathilda had seen her in days.

When the teen noticed the helicopter was already about to leave, she quickened her pace. Mathilda leaned forward in her seat as the elf stopped just behind the agents that had walked her here. She started jumping and waving. And suddenly this was just like any other time Mathilda had left for her missions, Tiffania wishing her well without a thought for whatever secretive things her caretaker got up to. She waved back as much as she could with the straps holding her in.

She was shouting something. Mathilda couldn't hear it, but she was certain it the usual "Be safe!"

"I will!" She shouted back, knowing full well the girl wouldn't hear her. But she had a feeling her sister knew what she'd said.

The pilots glanced back at her, and Mathilda almost swore they lingered for longer than what was needed to let her have their moment. But the metal craft soon rose in the sky, carrying her for Albion. And as the floating island came into view, Mathilda felt a sense of serene calm. Her employers were different, her transport was different, and her targets were different. But this was her line of work. Where she was most comfortable. For all the differences, it'd play out just like all her other missions: she'd go in, get it done, and return home to Tiffania and the children.

Fouquet the Thief was back in the saddle.

Author's endnote: Hope you enjoyed this 21k words chapter! As always, please read and review!