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Authors' notes: Human civilization's earliest known myth is the Epic of Gilgamesh, dated at circa 2100BC… hence why the ambassadors said why civilization is 4000 years. We didn't say humans didn't exist before then since evidence points to at least 5000-6000.
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Update: We've made revisions to the chapter due to contradictions to source material lore.
Broken Secrets
A visit wasn't happening immediately. Saito had understood that. What he hadn't understood was how many people were jumping through hoops just to facilitate it. The US and Canada didn't mind all that much. They were trying to turn Saito into an asset. Committing some manpower to appeasing him and making him indebted was a worthy investment.
Japan did mind though. They did not have diplomatic relations with any nation in Halkegenia. They weren't alone in that; a lot of nations except for a small part of the Commonwealth were of the opinion it wasn't worth having to go through the US and Canada to get to it; the UN was far from the only party that thought America and Canada were monopolizing the new world. The US and Canada assured them it could all be done through them, but that was insulting in its own way. If they'd known this was just to turn a citizen of theirs into an asset, all America and Canada would've seen was a bureaucratic brick wall.
Saito wasn't a daily concern on the Japanese government, but they were still keeping track of him. Like Devers had threatened, there were some people in the country's security agencies that wanted to yank his citizenship, but nothing was decided yet. But as far as a country's obligation to its citizens went, they were starting to think their's for Saito Hiraga was getting more unnecessary by the day.
Afterall, the boy seemed to be doing very well over there. He had become a distinguished member of their society with a title to his name, a nice girl, and large amounts of property. There was no real urgency for the Japanese government to bring him back… and explain why and how he was there to the people of Japan. The Zero and its pilot were public knowledge and it had caused enough of a stir in the media.
It was a lot of work for the CIA and CSIS to cover up the Hiragas' trip to Tristain. The alibi of them visiting his brother was not convincing enough in their opinion. After all, why couldn't they meet with Hayate in Montréal when he'd come back from Tristain? The agencies were working overtime to come up with a foolproof story.
No wanted any rival countries, namely China and Russia, to start snooping around too much nor they didn't want anyone hounding the family period.
Most of all, Saito had no idea what he was putting his poor parents through. It wasn't just that they had to talk to their bosses to get vacations that overlapped. It wasn't just that they had to get travel documents to North America. It wasn't just that they had to talk to dozens of mysterious suited men in three different countries and sign a ton of non-disclosure papers.
They had to brush up on their English; they'd been assured it was readily spoken in Tristain. But they had to find out just how Tristain was too as a country. They weren't travellers, having never left Japan at all.
Now they had to travel across the world before crossing dimensions to a fantasy world to meet their sons. They read up as much as they could on Canada which was no difficult task. The Great North was a popular tourist destination worldwide… Tristain on the other hand was another task.
"You just had to show those isekai series when he was little, didn't you?" Nasu complained as she read another article on Halkeginia's environment. There were dozens of academic articles about it, mostly in English or French though.
Her husband rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Did you really think that I'd know that he'd end up in one?"
His wife glared at him again.
"At least the weather's not too awful," she commented dryly, "I hope that his little girlfriend of his is pleasant."
"It looks like a good country." Her husband offered. Tristain certainly did seem scenic. The temperature was described as nice. It wasn't dangerous at all, either. Besides common animals like chickens or cows that were nearly identical, there were a lot of fantasy creatures in that world-orcs, goblins, and even dragons, almost all that had been dissected and otherwise examined. The crazy thing was, they were all physical and evolutionarily practical, and some were even tamable or had basic societies.
There were minor experiments about things as complex as interbreeding compatible creatures through dimensions, and talk about things as simple as opening a zoo. Concerns about invasive species kept a lot of stuff regarded to other lifeforms limited. The Hiragas only cared that they wouldn't get eaten or something, but all those fantasy creatures were rarer in Tristain then they were other nations in that world, and attacks on human settlements were rare.
"Yes… yes," Nasu continued, "I hope he didn't do anything stupid to that girl."
"Don't worry, we raised him right. I hope his lands are nice," he continued, trying to shift the subject.
"I hope he can take care of those people though. He still hasn't finished school."
Obviously, they'd read up on Tristain society too. It was like Medieval Europe almost to a tee. It was being lauded as the biggest observable social experiment in history. But there was magic to learn about from the people too. The exacts were still unknown, but some ambitious (or possibly insane) scientists were thinking they were looking at a possible way to evolve the human race. Stuff that both Japanese adults shook their heads at and thumbed to the next pages.
Tristain was apparently unique for its high density of nobles, people who could use magic. There were so many in fact, there wasn't enough land for all of them; quite a few were landless and made their names as juniors to other nobles. Their son was very fortunate despite everything. Tristainian nobles were lauded as relatively benign, but there was still criticism from academics when it came to human rights. Who was Saito learning from?
"Maybe he went to speak with the Embassy people? America and Canada have really been helping out there, it says. If they can teach some farmers who'd never had electricity, I think our son can learn." He showed her a journal that had a picture of a Tristainian farm, outfitted with modern irrigation tech that definitely looked out of place.
"I can't wait to meet his girlfriend's parents though," Nasu sternly said, ignoring his point. "She has to be from a good family no?"
"They'd probably be stuck up people," Ichika pointed out, "Didn't he say that she was a noble or something like that?"
"I will be talking to them about these ideas of marriage he has in his head." The woman shook her own head. "Married...he's only 18!"
"Let the poor boy dream a bit," Hayate remarked dryly, "He's just being a kid. Must I also remind you of a certain diary I found when I came over to your house when we were young?"
"That… doesn't count," she glared, turning red.
"Sure, it doesn't." He laughed to himself. "He's alive. And like I keep saying, he's got something going for him."
"I'm not saying I'm mad he's found something to do with his life." The woman muttered, half angry and half embarrassed. "I'm just not pleased he had to go so far away to do it."
"You're acting like when Hayate left." At those words, his wife loudly set down what she was reading and glared.
"I'm mad at him too." She warned, her eyes narrowing. "I don't believe for a second his university is making him stay so long. I'm thinking you and your brother poisoned them both with all that nonsense." Her husband smirked to himself.
"I'm sure they couldn't get them out in time." The man offered as an explanation to the war. "And he's probably helping people there now still instead of staying with Saito all day. He's getting experience. He'll be one of the most experienced doctors in Japan when he comes back."
"Hmph." Was the only response he got back. The two adults continued their reading in silence.
A group of nondescript men entered the Tristain Academy of Magic. Every student who saw them were wondering why people from Earth were here this time. They did not look like the scientists who were working with their professors, many of whom had arrived in recent weeks. As it turned out, none were more surprised than the scientists when they learned who was here. Surprise that turned to anger and fear when their belongings started getting searched. Many were cornered in their lodgings, and three in particular were targeted in Colbert's lab.
"Gentlemen, please! This isn't appropriate!" Colbert insisted. Leroy and Richer were behind him, grinding their teeth as agents snooped through their phones.
"That's for us to decide." Devers replied, holding up a design document. Just because Gallia and Albion were the new focus, it didn't mean Tristain was free from the eyes of the spooks. They were still watching for dangerous locals and working with the Customs agencies to watch for civilians from Earth who wanted to go around the trade and exchange laws passed by the US Congress and Canadian Parliament. There'd be violations of those since day one. Unscrupulous businessmen or a few cocky academics who underestimated the Military Police's ability to interdict smuggling. There were government eyes on everything crossing world boundaries.
So obviously they noticed the large amount of funds suddenly being routed to the Tristain Academy of Magic. And they noticed very quickly the amount of locally and internationally produced wood and iron being amassed outside its walls. An investigation was in order. And what they found was a certain familiar Fire Mage working together with researchers from Earth to mix together magic and technology in a way no one had yet conceived.
All the design and sales documents they found pointed to attempts to bring together materials and manpower to build a massive airship, a very large airship at that, equipped with propellers and powered by a massive steam engine. It was well within the resource capabilities of any Halkegenian nation, and it'd be revolutionary enough to shake the world and balance of power. So obviously, there was reason to be concerned. The reason for the shakedown of Colbert's office and all Earth citizens involved was because it possibly crossed over into the biggest violation of those laws: war materials.
Now, Devers obviously didn't suspect Colbert of being a warmonger. The man insisted it would be an experiment for peaceful purposes, and the CIA agent truly believed him. But, once the cat was out of the bag, there was every chance the rest of Halkegenia would be trying to recreate this tech. And it had as many warfare uses as it did peaceful. Sometimes, you had to make sacrifices for the greater good. And just because Colbert had sympathy didn't mean he was above the rules.
Devers went over the papers while his agents made photographic copies.
"How long have you had an idea like this?" Devers questioned. Colbert was fidgeting in his seat, watching the men take some documents away and leaving others out of order or out of place.
"Ah, well. Saito mentioned something about the principles of a steam engine not long after he arrived. He was a little unsure about it himself, but he gave me enough information to eventually replicate it. And the propeller, I got from the airplane that was found in Tarbes."
"Uh huh." Devers acknowledged, remembering all the bullshit the kid had told the Queen that she'd regurgitated on the flight to Ottawa. Thank God this world had snatched an idiot up instead of a prodigy. "Look, Jean. Mind if I call you that?" The man nodded. "What I'm worried about is that other people are going to see this and copy it. Not just merchants or for transport. War. You wanna know what I think about when I see this?"
"No." Colbert said cautiously. "But please, tell me."
"The crusades in this world have failed because of logistics. Can't get reinforcements to the front fast enough. Can't get food and water fast enough. But with something like this? It's a hell of a lot easier." Colbert looked uneased. "Hell, they could probably just fly South from Romalia directly into the Holy Lands with something like this."
"Mr. Devers, I assure you that I will keep this technology a closely guarded secret."
"I have no doubt that you will do your best in keeping this a secret, Jean," Devers stated simply, "My leaders aren't against any technological advances in Tristain or even Halkegenia. The steam engine did a hell of a lot of good for Earth back when we first made it."
"Than why are you here?"
"Like I just said, we are worried about any advances that could be misused by dangerous people. Just how do you intend to guard these secrets?"
The professor stayed silent.
"Got to say, Jean, you're not filling us with confidence here."
"I've never really thought about that, to be honest with you," Colbert answered. Devers smirked.
"We are keeping most of the technical aspects." Leroy interjected. "On our phones. Or we were." He glanced back at the agent still going through his. "I doubt any spy from here will figure that out."
"No one here will comprehend how it works anyways," Richer argued, "They won't be able to open anything."
"Better safe than sorry," Devers replied, "We can't tell if any spy is overhearing anyone teaching the locals how a PC or phone works."
"No one here has been doing that!"
"You know how many soldiers have been reprimanded in the last 6 months for letting the locals play with their phones or tablets?" Devers questioned them. "Of course you don't. But it does happen."
"The point is that we are not at risk of being spied on!" Leroy argued, "The students don't know what we are working on and all of the other staff members are loyal."
"This is a project meant for peaceful intent anyways. This ship is meant to test the feasibility of a steam powered airship using both Fire and Wind magic," Colbert stated, "And push the capabilities of windstones. Surely both worlds would be interested in this research?"
Devers knew some people were. Earth's trials with Windstones were still pretty limited, but they were still ongoing. This experiment could probably produce data a lot of people were interested in, like if Windstones lost their effectiveness at certain speeds.
These design documents weren't for a warship, they were for a test platform. There were certain technologies Earth wasn't allowed to share here. Steam engines weren't one of them, being argued as age appropriate. It was an accepted possibility that they might find it out naturally on their own.
Except they hadn't. They'd been prodded by Earth actors. And now Earth seemed to be paying for most of it. Devers shook his head.
"Very well then," the agent replied, "This is a gray area, so I can't be making any calls. I'll have to refer it back to my bosses on Earth. You're not manufacturing and selling weapons here, at least."
"But of course! I want my ship to be a tool of peace, not war. I'd never dream of trying to become rich off of it." Colbert insisted.
"The peaceful purposes of this will far exceed the bad." Richer claimed, a claim Devers thought was B.S.
"That's what we figured."
"Then I can continue my research on this?" Colbert asked.
Devers nodded.
"For now, but we'll make a few surprise visits here and there to make sure you keep your end of the business deal until my bosses decide. Just understand we reserve the right to shut this down if we want. And we'll be keeping copies of those documents. For reference."
"That is acceptable."
"I'm glad we could come to a deal," Devers said as he and his team finished photographing and taking what they needed. They two brooding scientists got their phones back.
"Would you mind if I walked you out?" Colbert asked.
"I see no problems," Devers said before Colbert led them out. The business of the day concluded, the agent adopted a more casual attitude. "Have all your wounds healed, M. Colbert?"
"Yes, they have healed fairly well."
"I'm happy to hear that," Devers said pleasantly. "You are moving on from those events."
"Yes, it reminded me why I chose this new career and a life of tinkering. As unpleasant as it was, it has given me new vigor."
"Almost dying makes you remember what's most important." Devers said, an almost morbid statement. Colbert couldn't help but agree… and wondered what kind of past did this man have.
The professor and group of agents passed a body of students heading somewhere, and something in the group caught the agent's eye. So much in fact, he turned his head to watch the group as it passed, but keeping his stride the same.
"M. Devers?" Colbert asked.
The agent shook his head.
"You recognize any of those students?" He asked.
"Yes, why?" Colbert asked, curious but concerned.
"The one with the blue hair-what's her name?"
"That would be Ms. Tabitha. But why?" Now Colbert was really concerned. She was one of his best students, despite her introversion.
"Probably nothing." The agent shrugged. "Just looked like someone I saw recently and I wondered if they were related." That was a lie-he'd talked to the girl on the night of the hostage crisis. But now, with cooled off heads, there was something about her that made him wary. Unusual hair color wasn't weird in this world, but hers in particular...
"Who did she remind you of?"
"Just a face I saw at the Gallian border once." Devers lied.
"Ah, well, that's possible. She is an exchange student from Gallia."
"Oh?" Was that just a weird coincidence?
"Yes, Tabitha's family arranged for her to study here. They wanted to give her the best education in Halkeginia. She's one of the few Gallian students we have here."
"Good enough reason if you ask me. I know a few friends on Earth who sent their kids to study in other countries and there were a few foreigners at the schools where I studied that came to the US for better education."
"Some things do not change, no matter what world we are in," Colbert remarked.
"No, they don't." Devers agreed. The two men made it outside and bid each other farewell. While agents were loading what small amount of cargo they'd taken into vehicles, Devers made a call.
"Just saw something at the Academy that I want checked out."
The once serene and well kept lands of the Valliere Estate looked more like an artillery target range these days. Louise, and her steadily improving Void Magic were the blame for that.
"Explosion!" At Louise's word, a large concussive blast erupted several dozen yards away, kicking up dirt into the air.
Saito was watching from a distance behind, proud of his girlfriend and just a liiiiitle bit enamored with what the dissipating shockwave did to her skirt when it blew back on her. "You know, Derf," Saito addressed the sword laying across his lap. "I guess you were right."
"Of course I was!" The sword boasted. After the Valliere family had returned from the hospital, Cattleya's situation had improved drastically. She still wasn't at 100%, and her parents weren't quite shaking off their over-protectiveness yet, but it was undeniable that things had improved.
And so had Louise. Not very long after, she'd learned how to cast another Void Spell, the same one she'd unconsciously casted during the siege: Explosion. After they witnessed it for the first time, and Louise's parents reluctantly held back their groundskeeping staff to let her keep practicing, Derf had mentioned a lot of a Void Mages power was related to their emotional health and stability. Louise had casted explosion during the battle from all the emotional stress, and all that self-doubt had kept her from repeating any Void Magic till she was convinced otherwise. And now that Cattleya, her favorite sister, was all better, she could suddenly perform another spell. It was all in the mind.
"How do you know so much about Void Magic?" Saito asked curiously.
"Eh, I've been around a few thousand years. Hung around a lot of people. You learn the craziest stuff when you travel."
"Oh yeah? Any other words of wisdom?" Saito asked as Louise sat down to rest. She still couldn't cast Void very often. Only a few times a day. But it was like a muscle. Slowly improving.
"I need to remember some, partner. When you're old as I am, things become a little hard to remember."
"Are you sure you're not just keeping secrets from me?" Saito asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Honest partner. Think you remembered what you did last week at this time?"
"I guess." Saito shrugged. "Just promise if you have any that can save my life, don't wait until the last minute."
"Promise. I never let you down did I?"
Saito grinned.
"You never did partner," he answered.
"Exactly, I'm here to serve. For a long time, I hope."
"Me too Derf, me too." Saito rubbed his chin for a minute. "Say, what have you heard about the Church in the centuries you've been around?"
"Milleniums, partner." The sword corrected. "And they're a bunch of jerks. I hear that every century."
"That bad?"
"Yeah, always trying to control people and putting their noses everywhere." Derf 'shrugged', "Did your world have something like those zealots?"
"Yeah, it was the Catholic Church but they lost all of their power a long time ago," Saito explained as he remembered his history lessons, "Nowadays, they just exist as a religion with a lot of people following them but nothing else."
"I hope it stays that way."
"Don't worry about that. The actual pope of the Catholic Church is pretty nice from what I remember too."
Derf seemed to sigh in happiness.
"Your world has always sounded nice, partner. You gotta take me there someday. Hey, heads up!" The sword suddenly warned. Saito glanced up to see Louise approaching them, slightly out of breath.
"What were you two talking about just then?"
"Just stuff." Saito shrugged. "You looked good out there." She blushed.
"Yeah, he really enjoyed the view, Pinky." Derf snickered.
"The… view?" Louise's eyes narrowed as she tried to understand.
"Skirts and airblasts never did mix!" The sword said in a cheeky voice while Saito tried desperately to hush it. Louise turned bright red as she grabbed her skirt and straightened it out, making sure nothing was folded upwards.
"Y-you p-pervert! How dare you-! You do this every month! You-!" Her fury quieted out into a slight peep and she straightened up. Saito recognized the signs one of her parents, or Éléonore, was coming.
"Your efforts were bearing fruit," Lady Vallière said, not noticing the little squabble. "I could mistake you for an Earth Mage of your Father's caliber."
"Thank you mother."
"The Founder's power is breathtaking," she continued, "As you grow, I hope that you do understand the responsibilities that come with them, Louise?"
"Yes, Mother
"And I trust, Viscount de Hiraga," She addressed Saito, "That you are keeping an eye out so no more foolish boys try and visit my daughter?" She was referring to the incident with the Romalian Emissary.
"Yes. Yes Ma'am." Saito corrected after a second. The pink haired woman nodded.
"You look tired, Louise. Come inside and have something to drink. You are invited as well, Viscount"
"Yes, mother." It was really just a suggestion, but Louise was still conditioned to follow her parents' words.
"I think the Pinky's parents have really warmed up to you." Derflinger said in a low voice as the two walked towards the house.
"I think so too." Saito agreed. "But I'm not sure if they'll let me marry her yet."
"Only one way to find out." His weapon reminded him. Yeah, he had to ask. That was not something Saito looked forward to.
"Now what are you talking about?" Louise demanded, expecting more perversion.
"Nothing of that kind, Louise. Just planning for when my parents'll come. I'm still wondering how they'd react to you and Derf." He knew he hadn't mentioned his sword to them. That would be a surprise.
"You should probably talk to your girlfriend about the whole tying the knot thing before her parents, though." The sword advised. Saito had already revealed to his parents he wanted to marry Louise. He'd even revealed it a spy. But beyond that half-joke at the party following the award ceremony, he hadn't mentioned it again to Louise. He really should.
It might even be harder than asking her parents.
Sometimes, a hunch was all you needed. Devers had a hunch that Tabitha looked similar to the teenage girl they'd seen around King Joseph and even the Mad King himself, and it'd let them to discovering a spy linked directly to the said king. It hadn't even taken two weeks.
They'd followed a letter she'd sent and intercepted at the border just to have a peek. If nothing panned out in it, then they'd let it go as a dead lead like dozens they'd looked into before; she was not the first student they'd watched and dismissed. Just the fact it had been addressed to the Gallian Monarch's residence was enough of an eye raiser, but the contents sealed the deal.
It was a report about what the author saw going on at the Portal. Not the idle observations of a teenager, an in-depth and precise recollection. This was intelligence that could be used for military or economic attacks.
"Well, I'll be damned," he chuckled as the agent finished briefing him about the Gallian report, "It's not good news, but it's not everyday that a spy literally falls into your hands." Those days at the start of contact when Albion had done exactly that had been a crude kind of fun for both agents.
"So what do you figure she is?" Harper asked, grinning side to side. "Bastard daughter?"
"Could be. Whatever the relationship, she's definitely sending them intel. No idea what she's sent them before now. Only one way to find out. Get me a chopper and Queen Henrietta on the phone."
Two hours later, Devers was delivering the evidence directly to the Queen of Tristain.
"Greetings Agent Devers," she said as he entered her study. "What is so urgent?" She sounded cautious. She was still hard at work trying to get the Royal Army up and running and preparing everything else for the invasion as well as rebuilding her kingdom. She didn't want anymore problems.
"Trouble with spies, your Majesty." He handed her the letter. "This was sent from a student at the Tristain Academy of Magic directly to King Joseph." The Queen's eyes widened slightly as she took the photo-copied letter from his hands and read it. Agnes leaned over her shoulder and did the same, brow furling.
"A student?!" Henrietta exclaimed, "A spy hidden right in one of our crown jewels!"
"She was simply hidden in plain sight," Devers stated, "It is an international institution. One of the best disguises possible since no one would suspect her or her letters. She's extremely quiet, keeps to herself, doesn't cause trouble and doesn't talk much with anyone else. Makes her a perfect spy."
"How did you even suspect her in the first place?" Agnes asked.
"Just a hunch." The agent answered truthfully. "To be completely honest, I think she might be related to King Joseph himself. She bears a lot of similar traits, namely the blue hair. We also saw a girl in the Palace of Versailles that has a similar face."
Henrietta was still too focused on the spy to realize her allies somehow had eyes in Gallia. "But that, and whatever else she might've sent, is something we can only find out if we arrest her."
"If?" Agnes repeated. "Of course we will. She is a spy."
"Are we authorized to do so?" Devers asked.
"Quickly, please, if you intend to help," Henrietta stated, "Agnes, ready yourselves and the musketeers to make the arrest."
"Yes, your Majesty."
"It'd be our pleasure."
"We'll speak to the Academy staff, find out what we can. We've actually encountered her before, during the hostage crisis. I know she has a dragon familiar. We'll need to plan."
"You must speak with Chevalier de Gramont as well. His knights guard the Academy. Perhaps they can be of assistance," Henrietta remarked.
Devers remembered that name. The young man made headlines for his capture of Cromwell afterall.
"I'll see if he can't help us a bit."
"Splendid," Henrietta said in a business tone. "Your efforts are appreciated as always." All of what they needed gotten, the two left the Queen to her business. Agnes got on her radio.
"Anaïs, Monique, bring your squads to the front hall. We have a mission from the Queen." She put the radio back on her hip and turned to Devers. "I have never met people so inclined to finding trouble."
"Only to hunt it down and kill it, Captain." The agent responded.
After two days of discussion, fact checking, map reading, and a bit of research, both sides moved in.
"Are you absolutely certain?" Guiche asked, staring down at the paper with a bad feeling in his gut. He was meeting with an agent from Earth as well as Captain de Milan at the portal outpost, answering summons they'd sent him directly. That alone was cause of concern. The letter he read was simply confirmation.
"Yes Chevalier de Gramont," Devers said, "We have been able to confirm that Tabitha is not just a foreign student from Gallia but a spy for King Joseph. Me and the Captain have seen the evidence with our own eyes. The Queen said your knights would help make the arrest."
"Of course. We are in service to Queen Henrietta." Although Guiche said it and meant it, it didn't stop the uneasy feeling in his stomach. Him and Tabitha weren't great friends by any account, but they were still very familiar to the other, and had a common bond through Saito. But if she was really a spy, then what had to be done had to be done.
"I must warn you that Tabitha is a powerful Triangle mage, attuned to Wind. She is also the master of a very powerful familiar, Sylphid, a Wind Dragon."
"That confirms what we know about her," Agnes said, "My Musketeers and the Earth agents with us already have a plan for the dragon. That and her magical abilities is why we will need your knights."
"My knights?"
"Yes," Devers stated, "I need some of your most powerful and reliable men to help us. Can you help us?"
Guiche paused for a moment as he mulled over the implications. The Earth agent and the Queen were asking to put him and his fellow knights in harm's way once more. Tabitha was one of the powerful students despite her diminutive size and unassuming appearance.
Yet, he felt that he needed to act. His homeland was at risk once more and so were his friends.
"I can understand if you want don't want to risk your men in a dangerous operation against someone you know as well."
Guiche looked at Devers and Agnes, his eyes steely.
"What is your plan Captain de Milan, M. Devers? I'm afraid we'll have to act today; she's returning home." The two adults glanced at each other. They'd considered the possibility of delaying a day or two for more direct recon, but it looked like this was happening now. They took Guiche into one of the buildings where they'd commandeered a room. Guiche noticed about a dozen Musketeers including Agnes but only two other Earth agents. One was holding a gigantic musket.
They walked Guiche through the plan. Two of his men would have to be in the room above and drop a net to prevent Tabitha from escaping from the window on her familiar. The issue that Guiche's men absolutely had to deal with was Kirche-they had to separate her from Tabitha to make the arrest. They intended to question her separately, obviously, but trying to corner two armed mages was dangerous.
"I know of two of my knights that can be entrusted with blocking off her window," Guiche stated, "Malicorne and Reynald are my most trusted men."
"One of your men will have to distract Kirche." Agnes reminded him. Guiche had thought about that.
"Please, allow me to do it." He volunteered. "I will approach them and request to speak to Tabitha alone." Both adults glanced at each other.
"Are you sure about that?"
"I wish to confront her directly." Guiche said with certainty in his voice. "I may be able to convince her to surrender without a fight." Tabitha was a skilled mage, but Guiche thought of her as meek. And if not...he didn't want to risk his men.
"If we can take her in without a fight, all the better." Devers nodded. "If you think you can do it, you're welcome to try." Yeah, Guiche was a kid, but he seemed to have a head on his shoulders. Wartime experience helped as well. Devers wasn't going to police Tristain's security service to the letter. He had armed operatives with him; he was not concerned about anything going wrong.
The three talked for a while longer, ironing out the details. Finally, Guiche was released to go rally his men. The Musketeers and CIA entered the grounds only a few minutes later.
For the first time in many months, Tabitha was returning to Gallia. Her uncle and cousin had ordered it. Tabitha held no real love for either, but it wasn't an option. Her mother was still their hostage and there was nothing she could do about it.
It was her only reason to return to Gallia. She went to her quarters after her classes had finished in order to finish packing. There was not much for her to pack. Some spare clothes and her new books that she had brought. Her greatest luxury, one that allowed her the freedom to escape her dreary existence. With those books, she was no longer a hostage of her circumstances but a brave hero that stood alongside Harry Potter, the Jedi and the Fellowship of the Ring against their worlds' evil.
With a small smile, she finished placing her last books in her trunk before she went down for dinner. No doubt that her best friend was already waiting for her. She walked to the hall where all the food was served. The hallways were deserted, many students having returned home even earlier. It was the breaks before the end of the year exams. Many had also returned home because of the impending invasion of Albion, either to watch their holdings in another family member's stead, or take part in the invasion itself.
When Tabitha arrived at the banquet hall, she recognized her dear friend. Kirche was sitting, dressed in a flattering tank top and short shorts she had recently brought from the Earth district while some of the remaining boys were enjoying the sights. Dress code was already flying out the window, and the Academy was on a much casual attitude.
She was going to be accompanying Tabitha down South. The blue-haired girl had invited her. After so long in Tristain, Tabitha had actually grown accustomed to not being alone. And it was always the Germanian girl by her side. She'd fought by her side. Kirche was her greatest and truest friend.
Tabitha was going to tell her the truth about her spy work once they got down there.
"Tabitha!" the Germanian waved her over.
"Kirche."
"I've been waiting for you. Are you hungry?" she asked as Tabitha sat down next to her.
"No."
"That's no way for a growing girl to think." Kirche teased as she piled food onto a plate, "You must try this new roast beef. It is absolutely divine."
"Sure," Tabitha relented as she cut a small slice from the piece of meat.
"Are you ready to go yet?"
"Everything's packed," Tabitha replied as she ate a piece, "You are right about this meat."
Kirche giggled a bit.
"Good taste is something my family enjoys. Now eat up. We got a long way before we get to your home."
The girls enjoyed each other's company, Kirche doing her best to get her small friend to talk more. Before long, their shared meal was over and both girls made their way to Tabitha's quarters.
"What was this new book you wanted to show me?" Kirche asked as she and Tabitha sat on the Gallian mage's bed. Tabitha pulled up a copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
"It is the third one in the series." Tabitha explained.
"So what happens to Harry Potter and his friends?" Kirche asked. While she wasn't as avid a reader as her Gallian friend, she always enjoyed hearing about her friend's interest. With a little effort, no doubt that Tabitha would smile a bit more.
"Well, Harry has a bad summer so far and ran away from his family after he inflated another one of his horrible relatives," Tabitha explained, a hint of wistfulness in her voice while Kirche chuckled, "He's staying away at Diagon Alley but finds out that one of Voldemort's followers escaped and might want to kill him out of revenge."
"That sounds so exciting." Kirche commented, "What happens next?"
"I'm at the part where Harry and his friends return to Hogwarts but they're attacked by the guards of Azkaban on the train but the new professor saves them."
"Wonderful. Did they make a movie out of this book?"
Tabitha smiled a bit.
"Yes, but I want to read the books first. The shopkeeper told me that the movies removed many excellent moments that are only in the books."
"Did he tell you why?" Kirche wondered why. If these stories were amazing, why would they cut out moments.
"He explained that movies have limited time they can play and that they are expensive to make so they rewrite the stories to fit."
"That must be disappointing."
"It isn't that bad apparently." Tabitha finished, "Are you ready to leave soon? I think we can leave now."
Her friend smiled.
"I'll go get my luggage!"
The Germanian walked out with a smile on her face. Tabitha looked out the window for a moment. Things were getting better.
"Ready!" A smiling Kirche returned to the room with only one case of luggage. "I only packed one, just like you said. You really know how to torture a girl!"
Tabitha had a small smile as she returned to her window and summoned Sylphid. The Rhyme Dragon had its nest in the nearby forest, but it would be there soon. As the girls did one last inventory on their luggage, a knock sounded at the door. To their surprise, it was the leader of the Academy's new guard force.
"Ladies." Guiche greeted politely. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"No, but you caught us just before we were about to leave." Kirche said. "Tabitha invited me to her family's manor in Gallia."
"Ah. I'll make this quick then. May I speak to Tabitha alone, please?" Guiche requested. Kirche's eyebrows almost shot into her fiery red hair, and Tabitha tilted her head to the side in slight curiosity.
"Weeeellll." Kirche said flirtatiously. "Of course. I'll give you two a moment!" She was imagining another dramatic scandal, like the one after the summoning ceremony. She guessed boys didn't change all that much. Guiche rolled his eyes in annoyance. Tabitha was not his type of woman and his heart belonged to Montmorency. The Germanian left them with a wink and a wave. Guiche, Tabitha noticed, watched the doorway for a length of time before turning back to her.
"Tabitha." He said seriously. "I am here on official business." He pulled his wand from his pocket and let it rest at his side. His cold tone was a dead giveaway. "I have been ordered to bring you in for questioning, on suspicion of espionage against the Kingdom of Tristain."
She was caught. She didn't know how, but they knew. She couldn't get hold up. Not now. She had to leave now, without Kirche.
Guiche was fast on the draw, but Tabitha already had her staff in her hand and Guiche had underestimated the speed and energy the normally quiet girl could put into her spell work. By the time he'd raised his wand and opened his mouth, his foe had already cast her own spell. A gust of wind rocked the room, scattering paper and other loose items all over.
Her pulse quickened as her spell sent Guiche tumbling backwards, breaking through the door and tumbling into the hallway. Shouting was suddenly heard followed by thumping boots.
She made a break for the window, when suddenly a chain net fell over it. Unknown to her, there were Undine Knights in the room on the floor above who'd lowered it. Tabitha had revealed to the authorities how she'd escaped during the hostage crisis, and they weren't giving her a chance to repeat it.
She spun around at the sound of metal footsteps to see three Musketeers, including their Captain, run into the room and take aim at her with pistols. And without warning, they fired. Cold fear registered in Tabitha's brain before the pain did. What was it like to die from a gunshot? Was it like burning? Being torn by claws?
It was a shocking pain that struck her to the bone and made her convulse. But it was over just as she hit the ground. It started to ebb and the sensation was replaced by numbness. Musketeers hurried forward and grabbed her arms and legs. Her staff was quickly taken. The Captain of the Musketeers stepped forward and stood over her, and Tabitha noticed her pistol had string coming out of it. She followed them and realized they were now imbedded in her chest. That wasn't a flintlock pistol, it was something different. They pulled it from her chest and rolled her over to restrain her limbs. She vaguely heard someone congratulating the Musketeers.
Sylphid arrived to her summons just then, and stopped the hover in front of the window. No sooner had she, did something fired from the window below strike her soft underbelly and make her cry out. The massive musket Guiche had seen the agent carrying was actually a dart gun, and they'd loaded one up with enough fast acting tranquilizer to knock out a bull elephant.
Sylphid nudged the net with her snout, but the chemicals were already starting to take effect. The dragon started to descend as it grew dizzy. Tabitha didn't know that though. She'd only seen her familiar cry out in pain and then start to fall. And it terrified her.
"Sylphid…" She said softly.
"That dragon will be fine. It's going with America and Canada." Agnes informed her as she finished tying the bounds and pulled her to her feet. They'd taken her staff, her familiar, and, Tabitha realized, by extension they'd taken away what was left of her life.
There was no way she could save her mother now. The next moments were a blur for the Gallian mage as she was escorted out of the Academy's student quarters. Guiche followed them with some of his knights, looking visibly disgusted with her. Tabitha tried guiltily to ignore the busted lip she'd given him. A familiar voice shouted.
"What are you doing to her?!"
"Crown business." Agnes coldly replied to Kirche, "I will say no further. Gramond, keep her away." She ordered her technical equal who nodded, "And compliments to you and your men for a job well done." Those words seemed to enrage Kirche.
"What did you do, you bastard?!" She pushed against Guiche's chest when he blocked her.
"Merely ensuring the security of Tristain and the Academy. Take me to your room, and I will tell you. I need to ask some questions as well." But seeing her best friend being hauled away, obviously Kirche wasn't going to agree to that. As her yelling got dimmer the further away they led her, Tabitha really hoped the girl wouldn't be framed a spy by association.
The Musketeers led her outside to a helicopter and pushed her aboard before climbing in too. The pilots took off, taking them above the Academy and then west.
It was the last time Tabitha would ever see inside the Academy walls again.
The decision to not kill the spy's Wind Dragon outright did certainly look odd to some people. To the Canadian soldiers who got the assignment to drive the damn thing all the way across Tristain to Clément-sur-Mer, it was outright bullshit. But it was their orders, so here they were: an unlucky engineer squad who had to chain the damn thing down on the back of a flatbed semi-truck, and an infantry company that would be escorting it on its journey or, worst case scenario, putting it down if something went awry.
"You heard the word Brisebois?" Huynh said as he watched the engineers shackling up the dragon.
"No?"
"Apparently, the spy they got was one of the kids that was with us on that field trip."
"No way," Brisebois said, astonished.
"Yeah. Reminds me of one of the old Simpsons episodes. The one where Bart gets sent to France as a foreign exchange and the kid taking his place is a Soviet spy or something?"
"Nah. Don't remember that one."
"Fair enough. I think it was one of the first ones actually"
"What the hell do you think they want it for though?" Brisebois asked as he glanced at the engineers.
"No idea." Lieutenant Huynh answered. "It's a rare breed, isn't it? Doesn't look like the kind they usually have around here. Maybe some scientists want to dissect it. Maybe they want to find out if it's edible or if they can make Draconic Park or some shit like that." Both men were watching from beside a G-Wagon as Military Engineers strapped down the sedated blue reptile onto a flatbed truck.
"Everything's going as planned?" another voice cut in.
"Yes sir!" Huynh replied as he saw Captain Jacques approaching him, "The dragon is secured and we're ready to escort it. Any idea why they want it?"
"From what intel told us, the dragon's magically bound to the spy and would be able to tell if we got its master. Command wants it out of the picture so it doesn't attack now that we got the spy in custody. Some scientists and intel guys also want to study it. Definitely a different breed from the ones they usually ride around here."
"Seems like we hit the jackpot then," Huynh quipped as an engineer made his way over and saluted them.
"We've finished tying up the dragon," he reported, "It's been heavily sedated for the journey. Intel says it shouldn't wake up."
"They back that up with any evidence?" The Captain asked skeptically.
"If they had any, they didn't give it to us."
Huynh glanced over at the tied-up, sleeping dragon.
"Looks asleep to me. They gave you more in case it wakes up, didn't they?"
The engineer nodded.
"They said we wouldn't need it, but they gave it to us anyway." He swore to both officers.
"Good. Let's mount up then," Captain Jacques ordered. "I know they say this breed can't breath fire, but watch your spacing anyway." He gave the lieutenant one last instruction.
Huynh nodded before climbing into his G-Wagon with Brisebois. The convoy soon left the Academy, with many students on its walls looking at the departing vehicles with curiosity.
The drive was an uneventful ride. The countryside was quiet and peaceful, all of the bandits and Albion stragglers long behind bars or helping grass grow. Every now and then, as they drove down the dirt roads, they'd pass by civilians who'd gawk and stare at the dragon. To some of the older soldiers, it wasn't too different from a supply convoy in Afghanistan. Lot of driving on shitty roads and a lot of locals who stared. Actually, it wasn't any different from the supply convoys they usually escorted across Tristain every single week. That was a comparison all the younger soldiers would be using for the rest of their enlistment.
At least, the locals were a lot friendlier here and the place was cleaner than the sandpit of Kandahar.
It was a few hours later when they were a few miles past the the Capital when the last thing they wanted to happen did: the dragon woke up. It wasn't immediately clear with its limp body bouncing a bit on the roads, but suddenly it twisted its head in a way that was obviously deliberate.
"Oh shit!" Huynh swore as he got on the radio. "Our cargo's awake!"
"Are you sure?" The Captain radioed from the front of the convoy.
"Yes, it's starting to move! I'm looking at it moving its head right now."
"More than the head now." Brisebois warned. Now its whole body was shifting. It's wings, the most restrained part of its body, started twitching. The engineers noticed the movement in the rear mirror and confirmed it.
"Should've known intel was talking shit. Okay, we got to sedate this thing again." He issued the order and all the vehicles started to slow down as the convoy prepared to stop. It took some time, since they happened to be going down hill at the time and the semi was a cumbersome vehicle.
Suddenly, the truck carrying the dragon was engulfed in a bright light. And when it cleared, the trailer was suddenly empty.
"Aw tabarnak!" Huynh cursed as the light dissipated, "Dragon's fucking gone!" The engineer driving the truck noticed at the same time and suddenly jabbed on his brakes, bringing the large vehicle to a quick stop. Tires skidded in the dirt and it started to jackknife slightly, the now loose chains bouncing around on the uneven road.
From inside the G-Wagon, Huynh and the squad with him watched as the chains on the truck fell over the side and became entangled in the back tires. They jerked to the opposite side of the road as the truck lost control, the trailer's tires efficiently jammed with metal. It finally came to a stop in the grass a few meters off the road.
Troops jumped out of their vehicles, weapons ready just in case, and formed a quick perimeter. One of the engineers climbed onto the back of the trailer with the tranq gun, but there really was nothing there. The chains that hadn't got entangled weren't even broken. The Captain came running back to see for himself, swearing where he realized it really was gone. "Where the fuck did it go?! Did it fly off?"
"I didn't see anything fly off sir!" Huynh shouted as he looked around. There were some trees in the distance. "Maybe it's hiding in the woods?"
"We got to comb the area. Have you platoon search those woods." The Captain contacted the other platoon and got them searching the fields and down the road. Their orders were to kill on sight.
Every platoon hurried to look, fingers on the trigger and nervous as hell. They'd faced dragons before. Meanwhile, Captain Jacques was already on the radio with command.
"The package is missing. I repeat the package is missing."
The troops frantically searched the woods, their weapons hot in case if the dragon was angry; their security came before any scientist's ambitions.
"Where the fuck's that damn lizard!?" Huynh cursed as he searched with his men, "Tabarnak!"
Meanwhile, the engineers were still looking over their vehicle, confused as all hell. None of the locks were broken or undone. None of the chains had snapped. They'd all just gone limp, dangling over the side of the trailer. The only damaged ones were the ones that had gotten tangled in the wheels. The rest that had been holding the beast were fine. While they started to unfuck the situation, one heard groaning behind him and whirled around, raising his rifle.
It was coming from the long grass on the side of the road. A silhouette stumbled out of it before falling face first. It didn't get back up again.
"We got a teenage girl here!" Part of the company re-converged on the truck.
The men noticed two things: that she had blue hair… and that she was naked. And that let them see all the cuts and bruises covering her body. They were in the middle of nowhere, with no town in reasonable walking distance.
"Secure that civilian! Get her some fucking clothes!" The Captain ordered. The location was too much of a coincidence. Maybe they had something to do with the dragon disappearing. Or maybe they were just an injured local in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever the case, they were jumpy and they weren't taking chances.
The search resumed but to no avail; the dragon was gone. Command was losing its shit. And so were the spooks; they sent out a helicopter with guys to check things out themselves. They immediately took the unconscious girl off the soldiers' hands, and left them to get the disabled vehicle back on their own time.
They'd taken Tabitha right to the dungeons beneath the Royal Palace. They'd forced her to sit at a table with her hands restricted to the surface by heavy iron shackles. The helicopter ride here had been so fast her head barely cleared.
But after that, she was relegated entirely to the Tristainian authorities, who'd promptly locked her up at this table and left her sitting here for hours. After that, the Queen's chief bodyguard entered the room and had been interrogating her since.
"What is your real name and house?" Agnes firmly asked again, her eyes boring into Tabitha's emotionless one.
"I am Tabitha."
"Do not lie to me. My patience is wearing thin, Gallian spy."
"I am not lying." Tabitha calmly insisted. "I am Tabitha and I am only a student."
"'Students' do not correspond with the monarch of another Realm! We have a letter written by your hands that was destined for King Joseph's palace!" She slammed her palms on the table. "Do not mistake the Queen's charitability towards her subjects as weakness towards her enemies. Spies still suffer terrible fates here." The two locked eyes for a few tense moments. "Your name." She demanded again.
"Tabitha."
The door suddenly opened revealing a plain looking man. His face was emotionless as he sat down in front of her. By the look on her face, Agnes hadn't anticipated him coming in and didn't much appreciate it either.
"Good evening Ms. Tabitha," he interjected politely, "I believe we've met before."
She recognized him as the man that met with her during the hostage crisis. Unfortunately, Tabitha had forgotten his name.
"Yes."
"Do you remember my name?"
"No."
"Do you know why you are here?"
"You believe I am a spy but I am not."
Devers' eyes narrowed.
"We've intercepted a letter that you wrote and sent to the Palace of Versailles in Lutèce that detailed activity through the portal, which tells us that you are a spy for Gallia."
Tabitha blinked twice while Devers' eyes bore into her. This spy was very good at keeping her composure. It was hard to believe that she was just 16 years old.
"Let's talk about that dragon familiar of yours," Devers changed the subject, causing the Gallian mage to stiffen a bit, "We were very curious about it and were about to take it to our stronghold to conduct research on it."
Tabitha's eyes widened at what he was saying. Was that why they'd taken her? What did they plan to do?
"A little accident happened and now we can't find your dragon anymore." He calmly revealed, eyes narrowed. "A little accident involving magic." Tabitha said nothing.
"And we found someone on the scene we took into custody. And they look familiar. Tell me, 'Tabitha', who does this person look like to you?" He slid one of his world's communication devices in front of her. There was a picture on the surface. Tabitha gasped lightly as she saw an injured girl.
"Seems you know her don't you?" Devers pressed on, "She's in our custody now, far away from here. Brought some back up for your spying, did you?"
They had Sylphid and she was injured. Worse, they had her after she'd transformed into a human. If they saw her change back into a dragon...
"Shame she's out cold though. We hoped that she was more cooperative than you."
"Please," Tabitha barely whispered, her eyes starting to water slightly. She was trapped.
"Are you begging for mercy from us?" Agnes asked coldly.
"Yes, do not hurt her, please."
"Who is she?" Agnes demanded. "And who are you?"
The Gallian mage knew she was cornered so she gambled it all. Just maybe her luck would pay out. Saito had talked about these people. She'd seen them firsthand. She could get some mercy.
"I am Charlotte Hélène d'Orléans of Gallia, daughter of Charles Henri, Duc d'Orléans and Marie Héloïse, Duchesse d'Orléans, Chevalier de Norfault." Agnes and Devers' eyebrows shot up. They knew that name. That was the name of the brother King Joseph had killed.
On one hand, that was a close enough relation to explain the other. On the other hand, that was un-practically close. A member of the ruling family, a mere spy?
"I will send for her Majesty. She must hear of this." Agnes said as she opened the door and gave a quick order to a guard.
"Good idea," Devers replied before turning back to Tabitha, "What about this girl?"
"She is my familiar, Sylphid. She's not actually a Wind Dragon; She's a Rhyme Dragon. They have the ability to turn into humans. Her her real name is Illococo."
"Why did you lie?" He asked, then had an even more important question. "Did you summon her as a human?" Devers asked urgently. He secretly hoped that Tabitha wasn't another Void Mage… one that was better in control of her powers than the Vallière girl.
Tabitha lightly shook her head.
"No, she is able to shapeshift from dragon to human. Rhyme Dragons have that ability. I kept it a secret to protect her. She's a child in dragon age."
Devers jotted down that information on his notepad, circling Rhyme Dragon several times for emphasis. It wasn't a breed he knew off the top of his head, but he didn't like the sound of it. As soon as he got out of here, he'd have to tell them to up the security.
"Why are you here? Why would the King of Gallia send his niece to Tristain to spy?" Agnes asked insistently.
"I-I just want to protect my mother."
"Your mother?" Devers raised an eyebrow and looked at a perplexed Agnes. Both knew of the Duc of Orléans' death but the fate of the duchesse was never mentioned.
"Yes, my uncle holds her hostage in exchange for my loyalty," Tabitha explained. Devers and Agnes connected the dots: She was being blackmailed into spying.
"How long have you been spying for Gallia?" Agnes asked. She had a hunch about how long Tabitha was active but needed confirmation.
"Ever since I was sent here to study. My uncle exiled me so I couldn't be a threat to his rule yet still serve him."
"What else does he ask of you?" Devers continued the interrogation.
"He demands that I take on certain tasks in Gallia every now and then."
"What do these tasks consist of?"
"If there is a monster troubling a noble's lands, he sends me," Tabitha explained, "I defeat it and he allows my mother and I to live."
"And now he wanted you to come into Tristain and spy." Devers guessed. "For what purpose? You were here before the portal opened."
"I do not know." She answered.
"Has he asked to you assassinate anyone in Tristain?" Agnes icily asked, her eyes boring into Tabitha.
"No, never."
"Besides the troop movements, what have you reported on?" Devers said next.
"I have spoken about the trade that happened here and sent books about your leaders to my uncle. I also reported your leaders' visit to Queen Henrietta's coronation." Devers' eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Did you help King Joseph enter Tristain?"
"He was here? Why?" Tabitha was surprised at this declaration.
"We were hoping you'd tell us," Devers replied, "Since you were his spy."
"I did not know that he was in Tristain."
The questions stopped for a moment.
"Well, Captain de Milan, I think I will leave her to you." Devers suggested, "I've gotten what I wanted to know."
"Thank you." Her words were curt. The door opened once more, revealing Queen Henrietta. The ruler of Tristain had a neutral expression.
"Your Majesty," Agnes bowed as the queen entered.
"I have come to see the spy that has been captured today," Henrietta calmly walked in. She looked at Tabitha, gauging the younger girl. The latter didn't like being referred to as a spy by another royal. "Yes… your lineage is obvious. It seems that the members of the Gallian Royal Family have no respect for my kingdom's borders. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I am merely protecting my mother from my uncle," Tabitha pleaded, "I ask for mercy from the Queen of Tristain."
"I have not yet decided your fate," Henrietta replied neutrally as she turned away, "You have collaborated with another ruler against my kingdom. I have stayed my hand for now."
"You must understand, my mother is gravely ill. Her mind is poisoned and I am the only one who still protects her. Please, if you have any mercy, help me save her from my uncle's hands."
The Queen of Tristain never acknowledged her words as the cell door closed behind her and Devers. She just left Tabitha there under the scrutiny of the Musketeer Captain.
Tabitha was left confused and hurt. What about the outworlder and the Queen's mercy?
Moments later, Henrietta had convened an emergency council consisting of her mother, First Minister Delage, and Devers. The agent arrived last, having been on the phone to his people to up security measures.
"To think that we have captured a spy that is also a direct descendant of Brimir himself," Delage said almost incredulously, "This is incredible."
"Yes, but it also tells us that King Joseph is keeping a close eye on us," Devers pointed out, "And that he might be planning something against you. He was long before we got here."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"He made an example out of the Orléans line," the archduchess added, "Not only did he kill the head of the family, but if that girl is telling the truth, he has also forced them into complete submission and ruin. Any Gallian noble would no doubt fear him."
"It is disturbing." Henrietta admitted. "To force other members of the Royal Family to do that. Such people are usually impossible to miss, but he forced them into obscurity."
"I had a hunch to be honest before we knew she was a spy," Devers admitted to Delage and the Duchess, "Her blue hair and the fact that she was a Gallian exchange student made me suspicious. I talked with one of the nobles on the border and got his guards to intercept the courier. We got lucky that the letter was destined for King Joseph and had solid enough content to confirm my suspicions."
"The issue now is what to do with her," Delage pointed out the elephant in the room, "We do not know how King Joseph will react to this. The Church can also intervene should he ask them and force her release. She is a descendent of the Founder, after all."
"She asked for help." Devers' explained to the other two. "She wants asylum for herself and her mother.
"Hosting members of royalty from another Blessed Realm?" Delage looked unsure. "King Joseph would certainly find fault with us." He protested. "Although I confess that the Orleans house would suffer gravely if we refuse."
"Knowing him, he'd have the girl's mother murdered," the archduchess pointed out, "And find a way to torment her with it."
"Tristain does not have time to dabble in the internal politics of another Blessed Realm." Henrietta stated. "And no desire to antagonize Gallia. As horrid her story is, I can not force myself to care for the plight of a foreign noble, especially one that has tried to undermine us." The Queen found the tale disturbing, certainly, but she was thinking of Tristain's best interest. "We will hand her back over to Gallia. Whatever happens to her afterwards is not our concern."
"I agree with you, your Majesty," Delage said, "We can avoid diplomatic entanglements with the Gallians and possibly protect ourselves from any retaliation from them for now."
"She was about to head back into Gallia anyway." Devers informed them. "Was going to take a Germanian friend with her." The three nobles perked up. "We're looking into it, still. But I don't think we're disrupting any immediate plans of theirs by sending her back. Might help our situation a little."
"Will we contact King Joseph about this directly, though?" the Archduchess wondered.
"I'm not certain if it's a good idea," Devers said, "We don't know how he will react."
Delage nodded.
"For all we know, he might have already expected this and prepared to use it as an excuse to cause more grief for us," the First Minister said, "After his appearance at the banquet, I would not be surprised if he wanted another excuse to trouble us for his own little whims. I'd advise for a discreet solution."
Henrietta nodded in agreement.
"Very well then, I want her sent back to Gallia as soon as possible and I want every border guard to know of her appearance. We cannot let her any chance to return into Tristain," the queen ordered. Delage nodded.
"I can have pictures of her sent to every border post today if need be," Devers proposed.
"Please do so," Henrietta asked, "I cannot stomach the idea of a Gallian spy operating with impunity in Tristain again."
The others nodded in agreement.
"We're glad this has come to an end." Devers affirmed. A whole goddamn year though. He wasn't sure they'd ever know the full extent of what she knew. Hell, what if she'd been spying on Colbert, since he'd had a tight knit relationship with Earth's scientific community?
Not good at all. He'd have to look into that quickly. They weren't going to try and convince their allies to hold the girl when the risk was a fucking war, but this was a bitter pill to swallow. Even if they'd caught her, she'd still gotten them good.
Then there was the dragon. Or girl. Whatever the hell it was.
"That girl had a dragon with her." He spoke up, getting everyone's attention. He should inform this of them now. "We thought it was a Wind Dragon, but it turned into a human when we tried to move it." He could already see surprised recognition appearing on everyone's faces before he was even done speaking. "Apparently it's actually something called a Rhyme Dragon."
"A Rhyme Dragon?" Henrietta repeated. "I thought those were extinct."
"As did I." Delage concerned.
"These things special just because they can turn into humans?" Devers asked.
"More than that." The Archduchess informed him. "They are highly intelligent and can even use magic. A similar kind to the elves." Ok, he was going to have to make another call for more measures.
"Right…" He said. Christ, the ethics conflict this would cause. "Well, we got it locked up at the coast now. We were going to run some tests on it, but I guess that'll have to wait. Apparently, it's only a child. But if it is smart, it might've helped in the spying in some way." He shook his head. "Hate to admit it, but we might have to send up back with the spy."
"I see." Henrietta nodded. That was a shame; she was sure having a Rhyme Dragon would make a lot of scholars' days. "Please keep it locked up until it's time to send the spy home. Child or not, I do not want it in my kingdom."
"Of course." The council broke up and everyone returned to her duties. But Henrietta sat at her desk with a hand held to her head. Her mother came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"It was a difficult decision, wasn't it?" the Archduchess asked.
"Yes. How did you-"
"Your father would do the same thing whenever he had just taken a difficult decision," Her mother said nostalgically.
"Have I done the right thing mother?" Henrietta asked, "I could have sent an innocent girl to her death, knowing King Joseph."
Her mother sighed as the Queen continued.
"I was doing what I needed to defend my people and that this is part of my duty as Queen but I cannot help but think that I chose a lesser evil here."
"Your empathy towards the less fortunate and even your enemies is commendable and you make me proud. Your father would be proud. But you can't help every wayward soul you meet, as I'm sure you just realized. You did what you had to do to protect our people and our lands, my daughter," Archduchess Marianne comforted, "Tristain is still healing from Reconquista's invasion. To provoke Gallia would have brought more tragedy and sorrow to us and our people."
"I do not trust the Mad King. If a man can inflict such cruelty upon his own blood, what could he do to people he considers his enemies?"
"I do not wish to ever learn of how far can he go." Her mother admitted.
"With the Founder's blessing and our allies' at our side, I hope so too."
Rather than the commander of the Tristainian Army, he was now Marshal du Poitier. After the unfortunate demise in battle of Admiral de Châteauneuf, a new officer had taken full command of the Tristainian Navy, however small it currently was. Admiral de Boeck had been promoted after his exploits during the battle of Tristainia and the fact that he was the senior most officer in the Navy still alive and in fighting shape.
Both men had arrived at Clement-sur-Mer early one early April day. Momentum for the invasion was building. More and more troops for the Royal Army were finishing their training and being armed. Focus was shifting from actually creating the Army to the logistics of getting it into Albion. That's why they'd planned this meeting, to discuss arrangements. Thousands of men and thousands of pounds of supplies were going to pass through here.
Both men were interested in seeing the sailors in training, first. The base was making use of all the housing it'd built for them for once, rather than just enough to fill part of the barracks. The classes were a mix of pre-war sailors who hadn't been trained before the invasion happened and new people who'd joined up after.
They could see groups of men outside the main fence being led through physical training by instructors from Earth and older veterans or heading to various building for theoretical classes. Uniforms and armor was becoming more and more standardized amongst the slowly rebuilding Tristainian Navy as the new generation of fighting sailors were learning a more balanced way of operation..
"Welcome gentlemen." a familiar voice caught their attention. It was Colonel Roberts from the Canadian Army, "Congratulations on your promotions."
"Thank you Colonel." de Boeck replied simply. He couldn't brag about his accomplishments when he hadn't exceeded anyone to gain them.
"Colonel Hamilton will join us shortly." Roberts reported, "He is finishing up some work."
"I understand," du Poitier said, "I can imagine what he was to do ever since the war ended and the Invasion of Albion had been announced."
"Yes. We're working hard to make the relief to Albion as smooth as possible," the Colonel explained, "Would you like to see the preparations we've made?"
"But of course."
The three officers began touring the base, visiting the various training groups, supply dumps and other facilities. The US and Canada had erected dozens of basic metal shelters on a portion of the land outside the main fence, enough to hold thousands of troops. "For layover." Colonel Roberts explained.
They were also shown warehouses full of medical supplies. "We'll be offering full medical support to the coalition during the invasion. This is everything we've collected so far."
"Impressive." du Poitier acknowledged. "I am very grateful." The older man had so far not asked any question about what arrangements they had for their own combat soldiers. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say.
Colonel Hamilton joined the party after half an hour, and the talk got more technical. The American was very adamant about the conduct he expected from the Tristainian troops that would be staying on what was technically his base. Where they could do, how he expected them to interact with the American and Canadian troops, and how they would react to any breeches. They were entirely reasonable, even slightly less stringent then the rules the sailors in training had to abide by, and the Colonel made it clear some things would still be tolerated out of cultural consideration. Both were committed to compromising to make things work.
It was during these conversations that a training group passed them and a Tristainian sailor stepped out, causing a scene involving themselves, the Canadian leading the group, and the MPs escorting the senior commanders. When that confusion settled, the sailor introduced himself as a member of a minor Tristainian noble house, insisting he speak urgently to du Poitier and the Admiral. Whatever it was, it was apparently important enough that the more seniors nobles quickly forgave the younger man for making a scene.
"Colonel." du Pointer turned to Hamilton, his tone shifted. "We have just heard the most outrageous claim from one of our sailors." The rest of the training group had not hung around for long, and the one who'd stepped out was being escorted back by MPs.
"What claim, General?"
"That man claims to have seen an elf here!" The Tristainian officer said it like it was the most ridiculous thing imaginable, but his gaze was anything but joking. "Is that true?" The intelligence agencies had been doing their damndest to keep the Tristainian trainees away from all the orphans here. Someone must've dropped the ball.
"General, this is a military base. The only people here are our soldiers, and there are no elves in our world to recruit. Where does he claim to have seen one?"
"One of my sailors was grievously injured in an accident and he helped carry him to your healers. He says he saw an elf with a small child in that building." If someone had been injured, obviously they'd be taken directly to get first aid. And if a child was getting a checkup or something, odds are that half-elf girl would be there too as their caretaker...damn.
Murphy's Law at work.
"Gentlemen, I assure you there's no elf as this base." Only a half-elf, so it technically wasn't a lie. Those spooks would probably think it was clever. Both Tristainians still looked very disturbed by what should have been just regular 'scuttlebutt', Hamilton believed the term was.
He had discussed this matter with the spooks before, and they'd made the assurance that the girl at least would be off base before it started filling up with even more Tristainians. Hopefully after this, they'd get it done earlier.
Fortunately, their guests understood there were more important things, and the tour continued. By the end of the day, there was a far better understanding on both sides for how this would go.
But no one forgot that little five minute interaction.
When the US and Canada decided to host the Germanian Emperor, they decided to play it just like welcoming Tristain, only with less skepticism. Rideau Hall was already set up to receive their important guest. The usual security was already in place as well as the media. While the Germanian Emperor had been notified that it would be best to speak in English, Albionian for him, Canada had still produced German translators to make sure there was no room for misunderstanding. Not everything was perfect however...
April in Montreal was a horribly wild card. It could be either very warm, or very cold with the weather easily shifting from miserably cold to unbearingly hot almost overnight or even within a few hours of daylight.
Unfortunately for the Germanian delegation, it was a dreadfully cold day as they arrived in the city. Power outages paralyzed the outskirts of the city after ice storms had damaged the power lines but fate had been kind enough to spare Montréal. Proud horses drew their carriage into Montréal's portal area though the weather but it was rapidly showing that the harsh climate was taking its toll. With traffic so regular, the snow build up wasn't that bad. But the cold was clearly biting into the massive steeds pulling the carriage and carrying the knights guarding it.
Hundreds had flocked to the part not only to see Germanians, but also their Prime Minister. Trudeau had come personally to welcome the foreign head of state. Trump, meanwhile, was already waiting in Ottawa. Police were of course heavily present, and the RCMP and Sureté du Québec was out in force to protect their Prime Minister.
The carriage came to a halt. The Imperial Watch dismounted before placing themselves in formation around their Emperor's carriage. Their banners flew proudly in the wind while their armour, shields and weapons shone against the cold sunlight of a long winter.
If they were cold, it didn't show.
One walked to the carriage's door and rapt on it before stepping back. A moment later, it swung open, and Emperor Albert III of Germania stepped down and onto the crisp, white Canadian soil adorned in a heavy fur coat. Upon seeing each other, while the cameras in the distance flashed, Trudeau and Albert approached each other over the cleared ground, security following behind each.
"Welcome to Canada, your Imperial Majesty," the Canadian Prime Minister greeted.
"Thank you for your welcome," Albert III replied as he recognized Trudeau's face from the pictures had seen of the man at the Embassy set up in Vindabona. They were definitely more accurate and lifelike than anything his court painters could produce. The man was taller than he'd expected too for someone soft looking, nearly the Emperor's own height.
"Was the trip here difficult?" Trudeau asked as both men began to walk. His guards and retinue carrying all his luggage followed behind. This time, Canada had been sure to bring enough vehicles for even his large guard detail. The translators were quick to explain everything and keep things going smoothly, and the few Germanians that spoke English were cooperative as they could be.
"Nothing out of the ordinary. Traversing to another world was far easier than I expected," Albert answered, "Though I must admit that I am reticent in leaving my carriage and horses here." They had explained to him ahead of time the travel arrangements, the same Henrietta had used. Some of Albert's guard would be staying with the steeds and carriage.
"You have nothing to fear. Some of our finest caretakers will take care of your horses."
"Wonderful. Perhaps once we are done with business, I would like to speak with them."
Trudeau looked at him curiously.
"Why?"
"I enjoy raising racehorses in my rare moments of free time and used to race with other nobles when I was younger. I am fond of the creatures."
"I understand why you would like to speak to them. We have many skilled veterinarians here in Canada. Maybe we can even extend our trade to animal care."
"I would like that." The Emperor said. He noted the large crowd at the park's edge. "Your guards must be excellent if you can stand with such a large crowd nearby."
"Ah, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and Sureté du Québec do an excellent job but I don't worry about this very much. I have the respect of Canada's citizens."
"As good a shield as any armor, if you're a ruler."
"Exactly," Trudeau replied as the cameras began to flash, "Don't worry about the flashing, it's my reporters who are taking pictures to immortalize this historical moment."
"I've seen the pictures of you and President Trump at your embassies. I admit that I had trouble believing that they were that lifelike and authentic."
"I can understand. Even people here sometimes have trouble believing them."
Albert chuckled lightly.
"I hope that the weather isn't too hard for you, your Imperial Majesty," Trudeau asked as they entered a limousine. The Emperor's guards were sharing several SUVs with Trudeau's own security. Everyone was watching the other.
"I have seen many harsh Germanian winters, but none as fierce as that!" He tried to laugh it off as he followed, "Your people must be very tough."
"Indeed we are, but we've learned to cope." Trudeau nodded.
"Yes, I've noticed. This carriage is heated yet I don't see any furnaces."
"Indeed, we have many ways to make winters bearable. Especially this year."
"Has it been a long winter?"
"Yes and it's one the worst we've had in years," Trudeau explained as the imposing convoy began to move towards the airport. Their discussions soon turned to more technical ones, chiefly about Montréal's architecture and Canadian geography, with Trudeau promising the Emperor a globe of Earth as a gift.
"This building bares your name." The Emperor remarked once they arrived at the airport.
"No, that would be my father's name." Trudeau corrected.
"Your father was Prime Minister as well?"
Trudeau nodded.
"Yes, he was the longest serving Prime Minister of Canada and one of the best."
"We share something in common then; My father was Emperor before me."
"I heard." Trudeau said politely as the convoy pulled up outside CAN Force One. Everyone disembarked and the Emperor's guards quickly re-equipped themselves. "Although I'm curious to know how-our friends in Tristain told us it wasn't a hereditary title."
"It isn't." Albert admitted. "But there are certain advantages to be born in the right family. My father held the title and groomed me to represent our House during the Electors' council."
"Is that where the heads of Germanian families convene and elect the Emperor?"
"You are mostly correct. Rather, it is the various heads of realms that make up the Empire that meet to decide who is to be Emperor of Germania. As my family rules over the heartland of Germania and are good friends with great families like the Von Zerbst, we have great power. I am far from the only son to serve after his father."
Trudeau nodded in understanding.
"But how have you come to serve in the same position of your father?" Albert asked as both parties embarked and started to get seated. "I admit, your governments confuse me, what little I've heard of them."
"The Prime Minister of Canada is elected by the people. Elections are normally held every four years to choose the new Prime Minister or it can happen earlier if the Prime Minister and his party are weak."
"Weak?"
"We have two levels of government- one that oversees the country as a whole, and the local ones that oversee each one of our provinces. The core of the Canadian government is the Parliament. It is where political parties or different factions, work to enact new laws and policies for the whole of Canada. Certain matters are retained by the local governments, though."
"And where do you fit in this?"
"As Prime Minister, my party is the one that holds the most seats in Parliament. The seats are held by the Members of Parliament who are chosen by the Canadian people during the elections. Currently, the Liberal Party that I lead holds the absolute majority in Parliament so we can enact any policy or law we choose through the various ministers that I've picked from my party."
"I presume that if you lose the majority of seats, you lose power?"
"Yes and no. If I still have more seats than any other party but all the opposition parties have more seats together, I will have a minority government but will remain in power. If my party loses the majority of the seats then I will lose power to whoever has the majority of the seats."
"Fascinating, I must say. I am impressed that commoners in Canada have so much power." Albert replied, "I can't imagine what would happen if the people choose a terrible man to lead the country."
"While I do not agree with all the decisions of my predecessors, I believe that they led Canada with the best of intentions," Trudeau replied, "Without their leadership, Canada wouldn't be where it is today."
Albert smirked.
"Perhaps your system does suit your nation well then. May I tell you about the Germanian electors then?"
"Yes, you may," Trudeau replied, "It is one thing to hear about it from my ambassadors but it is another to hear it from the Emperor of Germania."
"There are many families who control their own factions of allied realms. They spent years to build their powerbase and alliances in order to gain the Imperial Throne when the Emperor dies or abdicates," Albert explained, "When the Emperor dies, the Electors convene to discuss who should rule over Germania. It is a moment where each major faction tries to gain the final amount of influence through negotiations in order to claim the throne."
"An interesting system," Trudeau said, "It reminds me of the Holy Roman Empire of old."
"Pardon me?"
"There was an Empire almost a thousand years ago that worked on a similar principle."
"Really? Do tell me more."
"I'm afraid that I'm not well-versed enough in its history to give it justice," Trudeau admitted. "Perhaps I can find you a history book on the matter."
"I would appreciate it. Otherwise, I would like to know something."
"Go ahead?"
"Does Canada and the United States still race horses? You referred to your guard corps back there as 'Mounted'. I was under the impression your forces used those metal carriages."
"Our armies still use horses for ceremonial duties and the RCMP has kept its name out of tradition," Trudeau explained, "But we no longer ride them into battle."
"They must be hardy steeds if they can survive in your country's cold weather."
"Indeed they are. As for racing, it is a sport our richer citizens enjoy. We have many different styles of horse racing and riding."
"Really? I would like to learn about this."
"The weather means they aren't being held at this time of year, but we'll try and find some material." Trudeau offered. He admittedly wasn't sure if his country had any trade with Germania on the subject of horses. Germania was a mineral and metal powerhouse, but obviously they were nowhere near the Canadian mining industry, and a disruption wasn't happening. Trade with Germania was still imbalanced in Earth's favor.
"Do you ride horses, Prime Minister Trudeau?" Albert asked with a smile, "Perhaps we could race each other one day."
"I'm afraid that I'm not much of a racer though I know how to ride one."
"A shame really. Perhaps I could teach you some day." Albert chuckled lightly.
"I would like to learn."
A staff member appeared in front of both men and introduced himself.
"M. Prime Minister, Emperor Albert, we are about to take off," he announced. "It might be an unusual sensation, but rest assured, it is very safe." The same explanation and assurance was given to the Emperor's retinue and guards.
"I spoke to Queen Henrietta and she told me about these." The Emperor revealed. "I don't suppose I can buy one?" Trudeau smiled politely.
"They are very expensive to say the least and I doubt that you would be able to maintain such a machine. Even if we could fit one through the portal."
"I am certain that Germanian mages are going to be able to understand what powers this machine!" Albert boasted, "How fast will we reach your capital of Ottawa?"
"It should be no longer than an hour." His host assured. "Tell me more about yourself. I'm curious about what kind of man can rule such a vast Empire."
The two men enjoyed small talk with the other about their political careers during the hour long flight before the plane touched down in Ottawa. The weather, though still chilling to the bone, was a little more pleasant then Montreal. There was vetted media waiting when the plane stopped, and they got some good shots of the Emperor's imposing guards marching down the stairs ahead of the man.
Everyone embarked on another long convoy of vehicles and made their way to Rideau Hall, past another curious group of citizens lining the streets. "Are we in a different province?"
"Yes, the city you arrived in was part of the Province of Québec. This city is in the province of Ontario though it is close to the border with Québec."
"Each boasts a city large enough to be the Capital of a whole country. I had heard, but understandably I did not fully believe. Now that I have seen it, I am jealous. No ruler in Halkegenia could ever aspire to control so much. A country could never exist in such large parts. Once a city or province becomes large enough to field an army, its destiny is its own."
"We find a way," Trudeau replied simply.
"The United States is the same way?" He asked. "They are a realm of 50 kingdoms all together, I was told."
"Something like that." Trudeau nodded. "When we arrive, I'm sure M. Trump will be more than willing to explain it to you. Actually, I believe we're already there."
"I am looking forward to meeting him then." Albert said as the limousine came to a halt before Rideau Hall. "Is this Rideau Hall? The place where your Queen stays when she visits Canada?"
"Yes, yes. President Trump is already waiting for us here with his party," Trudeau as one of his guards opened the limousine's doors.
Both exited before their guards surrounded them. With the civilian crowd much closer this time, the Imperial Watch was obviously more on edge, being unused to such proximity with the commoners.
"Tell your guards not to worry, your Imperial Majesty!" Trudeau exclaimed, "I do this all the time!"
"I'm afraid that it will take some time for my men to get used to it," Albert replied as they entered Rideau Hall. As they entered, staff took away their coats before guiding them to the main hall. The Imperial Watch followed, their heavy footsteps resounding in the hallway as they marched in defense of their Emperor.
Entering the main hall, they could see Trump waiting for them. The Germanian emperor noticed how tall he was as well, though he was less surprised. Trump was the leader of the most powerful realm on Earth; it was only fitting that he was an imposing man. He was about the same height as Trudeau but more broad shouldered.
"Welcome to Earth, Emperor Albert!" Trump greeted as he walked to shake hands with him.
"Thank you for your welcome, President Trump. I was very impatient to meet the merchant who became ruler of a powerful nation!"
Trump grinned as both men walked up to him. Trudeau guided both men so that the press could take pictures of this historical moment.
"Now that we are all together, I have brought gifts!" The Emperor informed them, and he turned around to bark something in German to two armed members of his retinue. Both came forward and handed their weapons to the Emperor. "Weapons, fit for mighty rulers such as yourselves." He held them out in each hand. They were two giant two-headed battle axes. The handles were sleek and black, and the heads shiny, almost silver steel.
The cameras clicked and the Secret Service detail watched with some concern as Trump reached out to take one.
"This is wonderful!" Trump exclaimed as he picked it up and felt its heft. "Thank you, this gift is very much appreciated. The American people will love to see it!"
"I am happy to hear that," Albert replied before looking at Trudeau who was still trying to wrap his head around getting a two-headed battle axe, "Are you impressed, M. Trudeau?"
"Yes… yes. This is the first time that I get such an impressive gift." Trudeau answered somewhat nervously. Though the Prime Minister was (in)famous for imitating his hosts' habits and dress, those were across a wide gap from handling a giant axe.
"Haha. Indeed, it is not everyday that one is gifted one of the finest Germanian war axes," Albert declared loud enough for the reporters to hear, "But your realms were prestigious enough that I had them personally commissioned for you from the finest magesmiths in Germania."
"Thank you, I am certain that this gift will be well appreciated."
If anything, the Germanian Emperor's gift was good press for his Empire on Earth.
The publicity over, they all moved to handle the matter at hand. All three's security was spread evenly throughout the building, and they took up residence in the exact same room they'd conversed with Henrietta in over a year ago. It was Trump, Trudeau, Albert, and the Emperor's elderly chamberlain, Johan.
The gifts had been taken by assistants to both North American leaders. They'd be decorations in D.C and Parliament before the week was up.
"You wanted this meeting badly from what my people say, and now here we are." Trump started. "Is this about trade? Security?"
"Trade is booming." The Emperor shook his head. "Many merchants are getting rich off of selling goods from your lands, and my people are enamored with getting their hands on more." Then he got serious. "I have come here for the subject of war though. It is a thing I do not trust to indirect messengers or middle men. It can be diluted, intercepted, or withheld." The man said grimly. "Just as I insisted to discuss with Henrietta, I insist to discuss with you both. I believe we all have a common enemy in Gallia."
His hosts were a little more guarded after the admission. "If you're looking for an offensive alliance against Gallia, you aren't going to get one. They may be trying to bully us, but we do not see that as a cause for war." Trump stated flatly, and Trudeau shook his head in agreement.
"I see," he replied, hiding any disappointment he had. Even though he had a solid idea of how these people worked, he'd had a slimmer hope that things could be different with him. He was not Henrietta, after all. An intelligent and compassionate child, but a child still.
"We are not interested in getting involved in Halkegenia except for the defense of our borders as well as our friends and allies," Trudeau stated.
"So I presume that you have chosen to help the Tristainians for that reason then?" Albert asked.
"Yes, it was a curious occurrence that made that portal appear in our respective countries but it was through trust and hard work that Tristain, Canada and the United States became friends and defensive allies," Trudeau answered honestly.
"I can understand that reasoning, but I think our realms have more in common than the Blessed Realms," Albert replied, "I believe that you do not discriminate on birth when it comes to opportunity? That a commoner can become a respected person?"
Trump nodded.
"One of the very founding principles of America. My father and I built our wealth because we took opportunities when we got them."
"Canada gives every one of its citizens the tools they need to succeed in their lives and helps them when they needed," Trudeau added.
"Respectable. Such language is laughed at in Halkegenia, but I will not bore you with what you already know. My point is: we are different in many ways, but no so different in others. And it is because of those things that I think we should re-examine the relationship between our nations."
"At the moment, the only thing we're willing to negotiate on is trade," Trump blocked the man again.
"Trade is just another way to gain a defensive advantage. Prosperity is just another means of building power" The Emperor shrugged. "If I can go back home having doubled our trade with this world, I will go home happy, appreciated, and having accomplished part of what I wanted."
Doubled? That was big numbers, cause both Trump and Trudeau to raise their eyebrows.
"Germania still has a lot to give...if you have the coin. I'm certain your acquisition of wealth has been held back in Tristain by some of their society's restrictive norms. Things I assure you Germania does not have. We are very open to new ways of doing things unlike the Blessed Realms, and I'm sure you have a lot of that you'd be willing to share."
Both the US and Canada were holding back their own business people on purpose, to avoid exploitation. And a lot of others were weary of doing business because of the distance and lack of political/policing cooperation.
But their guest here seemed like he'd be willing to make some changes to get those weary people in. If their own governments encouraged them, there could be a big expansion of trade. And it had its advantages. If Germania was reliant on them for more trade, they could very well be influenced by either nation to play nice with the neighbors, especially Tristain.
But if Germania wanted this only so they could get rich to fund their war machine, that was just as bad as trying to get a military alliance. Yet at the same time, it could deter Gallia. There were a lot of pros and cons to something like this.
"We could easily sponsor more of our business people to talk to you," Trump suggested, "They'd appreciate talking with business savvy people like yourself."
"I hope you understand, though," Trudeau interjected, "Building our connections further is done so on trust that Germania will not exacerbate any situations in Halkegenia." Trudeau warned.
"I understand but as Emperor of Germania, I am in charge of the Empire's defense," Albert countered, "If the other realms attack my lands, I will defend myself."
"We get that. A nation has a right to protect its borders. But we do not encourage needless aggression against others." Trudeau sternly stated. "We have transcripts of the dinner meeting King Joseph interrupted. Forgive us for saying this, but by the sound of it Germania exacerbated the situation."
"A man that unhinged only understands one language." Albert calmly said, "He is a warmonger and a murderer protected by the Church. It is precisely the reason I decided to come here and speak. We've already agreed Gallia is a danger. I don't believe either of you will protest to say my statement about him is false."
Trump and Trudeau looked at each other. The transcript and testimonies from the banquet gave them a good grasp of the situation and tension between the two powerhouses of Halkegenia… but they had to choose their words carefully. They agreed with Albert… but they didn't want to empower the Emperor into antagonizing Gallia either. It was a risky set of dominos.
"We agree that Joseph is a wild card to say the least," Trudeau finally said, "But unless he directly threatens our interests, we will not intervene. Since a war would damage Tristain and our own interests, we hope that Germania will not seek needless conflict either unless it is absolutely necessary."
Albert could read these two well. He could see what had happened in Tristain. He could already assume what these men would want of Germania, and he knew what Germania could gain from them.
And in his mind, it was a trade off in his favor.
"I will never endeavor to invade Gallia. For whatever I may gain, I most certainly would lose more. I would love nothing more than for Gallia to be a more friendly nation."
"Then we all find common agreement." Trudeau nodded.
"That is great." Albert nodded. "I consider it an improvement in our relations already!" Maybe they thought they were hardwalling him, but Albert was feeling on top. He'd never have gotten any such language from anyone in Halkegenia. But he had a mind to push further.
"And uh…" The Emperor leaned forward. "What do your nations think of the Church?"
"What does Germania think of the Church?" Trudeau asked in response. The Germanian Emperor scoffed.
"They looked down on us for centuries, always mocking our greatest achievements as backwards and calling us barbarians even as the Empire flourished, all because we didn't want to live under the Church and the rules it set. Those were the founders of the Empire: mages and commoners who left the Blessed Realms. And when they realized we wouldn't die out, they decided to bully us instead. When the Crusades came, they pressured us into sending men and supplies by threatening us."
"I see and I understand why my ambassador said that Inquisitor Badoglio was rather… rude to you."
"Yes. We Germanians are appreciated by very few in our own world. I can not overstate how pleasant it has been to find friends who do not look back at the Church every day for approval."
"We're our own people with our own values. If you're good to us, we don't care what other countries think of you." Trump explained.
"I can understand that as well," Trudeau replied, "But I assure you, what the Church thinks will not impact relations between our nations. We value hard work and effort before what other nations thinks of you."
"Excellent," Albert III replied, "I have heard many things about your world, and so far many of them have been true." He leaned forward. "Let us continue being direct as we always have been, then. All three of us-we are outsiders to the Church. We are all scrutinized. It is best that we all stick together. The same as the situation with Gallia, is it not?"
Both America and Canada have had interest in Germania as a non-Church affiliated ally, but they hadn't expected Germania itself to be so upfront about it.
"Yes," Trudeau replied, "I would not be surprised if they have been watching us ever since we arrived in Tristain."
"Typical," Albert scoffed, "The Church has sent spies into Germania for centuries, looking for any way of weakening our lands and lords."
"Has Germania been able to stop them?" Trump asked, disgust very obvious in his voice.
"Sadly, it is difficult. Many of these spies are missionaries or part of a missionary's retinue as well and we can't openly get rid of them without the Church complaining."
"I should clarify we have no desire for open conflict with the Church of Romalia either." Trudeau quickly mentioned.
"I do not either." Albert shook his head. "But I do not trust the Church's words. My father has always taught to be wary of their intentions. They may preach peace between the Blessed Realms but Germania is barely tolerated in the other courts. Do you know what their intentions are with your nations?"
"The Papacy seems quite eager in engaging with diplomacy and trade with us," Trump answered, "From what our consuls tell us, Pope Vittorio wants peace with us."
"I am not surprised that he said that," Albert said, "That is what the Church claimed when they first met with us after Germania was formed. No doubt he will use it as a way to send missionaries to convert your people to his faith."
"I doubt they will be successful," Trump snorted, "Besides, I'm not letting preachers coming to the US." This was good, Albert thought. They seemed far more opinionated on the Church than Gallia. Even though Gallia was Germania's chief concern now, this was still too fine an opportunity to pass up.
"I just want to be sure we all agree." The Emperor tried to sound harmless. "That the Church's honeyed words are something we should all be cautious of."
The two North American leaders nodded. The Emperor grinned to himself. "That is good."
That was not the end of the visit. They continued to talk for hours on how trade and other things could be expanded. And there was a reception later that night that allowed the Germanian Emperor to mingle with a few Commonwealth and other allied representatives that were in the city. It was serious at times, with matters of trade and diplomacy being discussed, while other times were more laid back, with discussions about sports, arts and culture being discussed.
But that moment was, in all sides' minds, the peak of the visit. The most important matters discussed and settled. At that point, everyone had gotten more or less what they wanted and the rest was just a bonus.
The balance of power in Halkegenia had been irreversibly changed a third time.
They'd held her three days before letting her go. Two days of it was sitting in a cell and worrying. No guard would tell her anything. No one came to visit. At least she was properly fed. It was the only 'kindness' she had received since the beginning.
On the last day, she got a little reprieve. The Inquisitor had heard of her plight and, as a representative of the Church, did or said something. The Romalian, still stubbornly hanging around even though they'd told him Cromwell's chances of waking up or even surviving were slim, had protested to the Queen about locking up a descendent of Brimir. Apparently her blood made her crimes less serious in his eyes.
Badoglio had threatened to bring the case to the Pope himself if Tabitha wasn't shown clemency... Henrietta, whose cautious fear of the man was turning to an ever growing annoyance with every passing day, granted it. But it was a single day and Tabitha would be leaving the morning after.
To her surprise, the Inquisitor was a pleasant host to her for that one day, even if she barely replied to a word he said. Tabitha's family may have been robbed of its claim to the throne, but she knew what the Church was like. She thought there was something iffy about the man.
None of it really mattered. She knew she was going to be stuck in Gallia for the rest of her life now. A lifetime of fighting whatever her uncle could come up with to busy her: vampires, dragons, dissidents.
Nothing more than a mere assassin until her luck ran out.
Right now, Inquisitor Badoglio was escorting her to the border. The carriage in which they rode was under heavy guard by the Musketeers as well as the Romalian's own guards. It had been a silent ride until they stopped.
"We have arrived at the Gallian border, Lady d'Orléans," the Inquisitor announced as he stood up. Both quietly exited the carriage. Tabitha felt tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at the land in front of her, but held them back with the audience beside her.
"I hope you remember what we have done for you," Badoglio coldly stated as he boarded the carriage again.
Suddenly, the Gallian mage heard a familiar voice, half-sobbing, half cheering. As soon as she'd seen Tabitha, Illococoo had run other to hold her tightly, crying about all the 'mean men who jabbed her with needles, didn't feed her enough food and wouldn't let her put any clothes on' before turning back and blowing a raspberry at the men who'd brought her there who looked back indifferently before they got back into their transports.
A lone carriage awaited for them nearby, bearing the Royal Seal. They must've informed her uncle of her arrival. Both girls got in.
"I wish to travel to the Orléans domain," Tabitha asked the driver through the window. There was no answer as the carriage began to move down the road.
"It was awful!" Illococoo was still talking. "They had me tied down on this carriage, so I turned into a human to escape! Then they stopped suddenly and it threw me off! It really hurt!"
"That was dangerous." Tabitha told her. "I told you not to change if someone can see you."
"But I was worried! The mean men could have hurt you too! I had to do something to help you, big sis."
"They didn't and now everyone knows our secret," Tabitha sighed. Maybe she was being too hard. They'd said they wanted to 'examine' Sylphid. Tabitha had no idea what that meant. They could've hurt her badly. Maybe the revelation she was human had helped.
Illococoo pouted, but Tabitha just stared out the window. They'd taken all her books away; anything she'd had from Earth. All she had left to do was watch the passing scenery.
So she noticed that when the carriage reached a crossroad, it took a wrong turn.
"Excuse me," Tabitha spoke up, "But that is not the way to the Orléans domain."
The driver seemed to ignore her words.
"You took a wrong turn," she pleaded, "This is the way to…"
The words died in her mouth.
"What's happening Big sis?" Illococoo asked, a hint of worry in her voice. It grew as Tabitha remained silent and slumped in her seat, defeat evident on her features.
"Big sis?" the familiar asked as she held the silent girl her arms, "W-what's going on? I don't like this."
But there would be no answer for the rest of the trip.
A lone carriage pulled into the front gate of the Palace of Versailles. The large building was foreboding with its imposing walls. Night had fallen on Gallia, with the torches making the Gallian palace look even more intimidating to any visitor.
The first passenger disembarked, shivering with every step and feeling dread in every part of her being, followed by another, who was powerless, not understanding what was happening. The sound of the carriage leaving broke the silence as both girls walked towards the ominous doors of the Palace.
The doors swung open, bright light coming out. However, a single, large figure blocked off the shining lights by its presence. Tabitha's heart raced even more
"Good evening, my dear niece," Joseph said neutrally, "You are late."
Tabitha remained silent, not wanting to provoke the madman in front of her.
"It is a shame that your schooling in Tristain had to end like that," he continued, "I must admit that I did not expect a letter from the Church telling me that they had to free you from a dungeon in Tristainia after you were caught spying."
"Tsk tsk. Are you getting careless now little girl?" another feminine voice cut in, "Here I thought that you were actually skilled."
Tabitha recognized the familiar voice of Sheffield as the older woman exited the palace and stood next to Joseph with a disdainful look on her face.
"Leave big sis alone!" Illococoo suddenly shouted.
"Silence beast!" Sheffield ordered, "Unless if you want to be apart from your master!"
"Calm down Illococoo," Tabitha quietly asked. She didn't want to be separated from the one person she had left.
"Found your voice little girl?" Sheffield mocked.
"Silence." Joseph ordered as his eyes narrowed on Tabitha, "You may return to your home but none may come with you and your familiar. You may not leave the Orléans manor unless if you want to forfeit your and the duchess's lives."
"After failing at such a simple job, you should be thankful that's all." Sheffield sneered. Tabitha bowed her head. "I think, My Lord," Sheffield leaned forward and lifted Tabitha's chin up, "Little Charlotte here started to like Tristain."
Joseph was silent, his mind deep in thought.
"Perhaps she might see Tristain once more." Tabitha's eyes shot over to her uncle, but his face was inscrutable.
"Maybe even sooner than you think, my dear niece." He said, and Tabitha connected the dots rather quickly. It was no different than him sending her afters dragons or vampires. He knew she was a criminal in Tristain now and would most certainly be killed. That was the intention. It always had been. She'd never found out how sending her to the Academy was part of it, but she was sure it had been.
"You may now leave, little Charlotte," Joseph said uncaringly as he turned his back to Tabitha. He walked back up the stairs to the Palace doors. Sheffield pinched her cheek and tutted at her to stay out of trouble before following. Another carriage appeared, ready to carry her back to the Orléans domain. Tabitha felt an icy stare on her as she boarded the carriage with Illococoo. Looking out, she could see her older cousin Isabelle had even come to stand in the Palace doorway and stared at her briefly before closing the doors.
That mask of stoicism that she'd carried for so long that had started cracking in the last few days finally broke. Tears rolled unashamedly down her face as Illococoo tried her best to cheer her up, to no avail.
How would she get out of this?
Authors' endnotes: Well someone's luck ran out… Hope you enjoyed it and strap yourselves for a bumpy ride eh? Don't forget to review and see you next chapter!
