A/N: I honestly had no idea on how to start this chapter off and had to take a day of thinking before I even wrote anything. This may be a sign that writer's block is setting in. Gate is ending as well so I have no idea what I'm gonna draw inspiration on after it ends. The story may very well be put on hold so I apologise in advance first should it happen, some segment ideas would help me in preventing it so please suggest things.
On a side note, did anyone watch Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo!? It has been quite the good Anime but it just ended this week so that's pretty sad, gotta wait for Season 2.
Writing this after I started writing the chapter, I have no idea what came over me but I hope you enjoy I guess. A fair warning, it gets pretty dark again in this part, skip to the second segment if you can't take it, I'll try to make it happier. Enough of that, let's move on to the reviews then.
The Keeper of Worlds: Okay, to reply back by what I meant by 'manifest destiny to save' was how a people think coming into a new land they have the right as the first 'new' or 'civil' people to 'fix' the existing system. Pilgrims and western movement on the Native Americans for example. That's where it comes in. Plus it has to be said somebody in command saw this as an opportunity to strong arm power over a group for their own use and made excuses of democracy to further the cause justly. There are 1000s of examples of 'justified' causes like that throughout history that slaughtered or enslaved a people in some fashion. Honeyed words hide the butcher's blade. Still a good chapter for more reactions and adjustments in many ways.
Thanks for explaining. History is written by the victors after all. Even in this story, if I get around to writing the aftermath of the Halkeginian takeover, most people will believe the US as saviors since the majority were commoners and the nobles either realize just how bad they were or are not large enough a group to matter.
Pinkpower: Well, if we are talking about super weapons... How about US developing something like Skulls Unit project from MGS V (google it)?
Personally I'm not too sure I want US to bring in super soldiers since that is basically giving the message that they replace the mages with superhumans to the commoners and I'm don't think I want that.
Matrience: Thanks for the chapter.
You're welcome.
ATP: Vampires in Halk could not drink blood - they licking human sweat from their is funny
picture of yang Karin licked by her pet course, they who want drink blood no matter
what are killed - like vampire girl killed by in his store had P.6.A Tiger, but i knew
nothing about better weapon.
You mean they weren't allowed to or they actually can't? So they use sweat as a substitute? There are those who drink blood regardless of who they kill? Vampire girl killed by Saito had P.6.A Tiger? Sorry about this ATP but could you confirm this for me? I can't decipher what your review is trying to tell me very effectively.
PhantomGuardianoftheRepublic: The flak Gun was only in the anime. The Novels used a Tiger I. Both of which were from Romania.
Thanks, fancy seeing you here Phantom, glad to see you.
xxOblivionxxx: Magic from Familiar of Zero is pretty cheap. Calling element manipulation magic is one of the worst s**t I ever heard till this day I can't conceive why they even do such a thing. Willpower? Ridiculous, magic in fiction has adopted a pattern for that like sigils, magic circles made by ancient tongues or runes and the like in a logic way, or many others, but the thing is, in Familiar of Zero there is only manipulation of elements, such a thing couldn't be called magic, it's pretty annoying really!
Well to be fair, elemental manipulation would fall under elemental magic would it not? Think of it this way, instead of using things like sigils, magic circles made by ancient tongues, runes, etc , the Halkeginian mages use simple magic, magic that can be cast without preparation, requiring only a wand and willpower which is basically mana? I'm not saying you're wrong in saying it is not magic, since everyone is entitled an opinion, but when magic is mentioned, some people would think of things like conjuring fire with a snap of a finger or using a wand, so it is what some would consider magic.
david: La historia me parece buena y creo mas agradable si los capítulos fueran mas largos. Por cierto ¿Tiffania tendrá participación en esto?, bueno ella es mestiza.
After Google Translate: The story seems good and I think more enjoyable if the chapters were longer. By the way Tiffania will participate in this ?, Well she is racially mixed.
Tiffania will most likely play a part though that will be after they conquer Albion. As for longer chapters, I'm not good at long chapters, I tend to get bored really easily and writing long chapters will break me. This chapter's word minimum which I set is three thousand per chapter and is already quite high for my standard so I don't think raising it further is a good idea.
After Google Translate: Tiffania más probable es que juegan un papel sin embargo, que habrá después de conquistar Albion. En cuanto a los capítulos más largos, no soy bueno en largos capítulos, que tienden a aburrirse con mucha facilidad y escribir largos capítulos me va a romper. de este capítulo palabra mínimo que yo pongo es de tres mil por capítulo y ya es bastante alto para mi estándar, por lo que no creo elevando, es una buena idea.
Guest: Democracy is Greek for People's rule. Hence in asking Siesta answering that democracy means people's rule would easily give her an idea.
I guess, but it is not entirely so, it is more along the line of people elect their own leaders, not they lead. Siesta might also not fully understand the concept and form misconceptions which she may share with other Halkeginians. Such misconceptions could lead to those who spoke with her to feel cheated if their idea of Democracy was not what was given, hence why Ryan didn't explain it to her since he wasn't exactly an expert on how the system worked.
Paktu: This is not how diplomacy works, but the simplistic approach and straightforward writing is enjoyable to read. I really like this fanfiction.
If it was I would be pretty scared of diplomatic meets lol, this is just a crack story with plot, I make things up as I go mostly, just have a few hundred words worth of notes in point form for when I get stuck. Obviously diplomacy wouldn't be like how it worked in real life, I doubt the nobles would even listen to the Americans unless they had a show of force so why bother? Maybe one of the last countries standing would be willing to listen, but then that wouldn't be very fun. Most people come to this story expecting an all out war at some point and I'm going to write it up to that point even if it kills me.
Touhou is Life: If you are looking for nuke throwing mechs, I recommend Liberty Prime. A robot that throws nukes like a quarterback, shoots lasers from his eyes, and yells how democracy is the best.
"DEMOCRACY IS NON-NEGOTIABLE"
"FREEDOM IS THE SOVEREIGN RIGHT OF EVERY AMERICAN"
And my personal favorite "EMBRACE DEMOCRACY OR YOU WILL BE ERADICATED"
Honestly I already planned to add him in lol, no way I could leave him out once I discovered him, issue is, I'm wondering if I missed another nuke throwing robot and so hoped that this would enlighten me of it. I already have, hopefully, a full soundtrack of his lines so when it is time to write the war, I'll just transcribe it and edit it to fit into the story like replace Communism with something more relevant.
James Ryan: Y'know what would be cool? Super Soldiers. Y'know what would be really cool? Armored Super Soldiers. Y'KNOW what will really BE EPIC? Armored NINJA Super Soldiers. That's what.
As stated above, not really comfortable with the whole super soldier idea, though why ninja lol.
Guest: Is this the final boss? If so, I'm saddened. Not in you however, just because we wouldn't see something awesome.
It might be, no idea what to use for the final boss yet. And what do you mean by that? A triple bodied samurai mecha towering over the terrain that wields vibrating plasma blades is not awesome? Talk about high standards…
Pinkpower: Not Donald Trump and not next chapter, but you gave me a brilliant idea.
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As in Donald Trump won't appear this chapter but in the future and not as Donald Trump, maybe a different name or something.
chase: Are they going to use missiles on the albion ships or what?
Missiles on wooden ships? I think that's a little overkill but yea I guess, unless the President authorizes the use of railguns or something. The invasion of Albion is a little ways off though, gonna take it slow first, sorry if it seems too slow.
In a small room, handcuffed, tired and hungry, was Count Mott. He sat across a stern looking man by the name of Andrew. He had been locked up in a tiny cell and given minimal food for days until he was brought into this interrogation room. Andrew had been silent the entire time but suddenly grabbed the heat lamp on the desk and shined it at Mott's face.
"So Mott, I hear you've been forcing young maids into your service and raping them…"
"And what of it you insolent commoner? They should be grateful that a noble such as I was willing to give them my time of day!"
Andrew then started laughing, it was soft at first, but gradually and scarily grew louder until it could be heard throughout the room. As he laughed, Andrew walked over to Mott's side of the table and abruptly smashed the parasite's face onto the cold plastic of the desk.
"What do you think you are doing?! Do you know who I am?! I am the imperial messenger, any harm on me will have grave repercussions on your entire family!"
Andrew smashed Mott's face down a second time in anger.
"You don't understand the situation you're in do you? Let me spell it out for you, you're a prisoner. Don't think that anyone will save you either, Tristain already surrendered while you were in your cell."
"Impossible! There is no way the entire country would fall in such a short time!"
"What I say is the truth, you can chose if you wish to believe it or not but that doesn't matter to me, what I want to know is exactly how many girls you have used and discarded…"
"And why should I tell you? I shall have you charged with assault against a noble and have your family executed for this! If you let me go now, I may consider letting one of the female's live to serve under me, hehe…"
Andrew's face darkened and he grabbed Mott by the collar before slamming him into the wall.
"Listen here and listen good bub, I despise people like you, the only reason I am even allowing you to live right now is because my boss told me to, were it up to me you would have died tenfold by now!"
"Ahh! Stop, I'll talk, just don't hurt me!"
"Oh so now you're scared? Well too bad, you've pissed me off!"
"Aaahh! Please, I'm sorry I said that, I was er... Joking, yes joking! The mood was just so tense and I decided to crack a joke, lighten things up a little, I didn't actually mean what I said!"
"Oh really? Well sorry but I don't take jokes about raping my relatives to kindly!"
Mott's face met the metal as Andrew smashed him against the wall.
"My daughter was raped and killed by people like you! And I was forced to watch... Do you know the pain?! The pain of having to watch as own your flesh and blood is violated for hours by bastards like you?! Do you know how it feels to watch powerlessly as your daughter calls out your name, begging you to save her?! I couldn't do anything… I never had a choice to save her…"
"I'm sorry…"
"No! No you aren't…"
A few quiet moments passed as Andrew held the ex-count against the cold steel walls of the interrogation chamber.
"A man chooses… A slave obeys… I was like a slave to those bastards… They told me to sit... I obeyed… They told me to give them the ransom… I obeyed… They told me to hold still… I obeyed… I had no choice in the matter if I ever wanted to see my daughter again… They bounded me to the chair and brought her before me, she was happy I had come for her, just so happy… Then they tore her away from me, forced her down and had their way with her…"
Andrew paused for a moment, having to recollect himself before continuing.
"I cried out, claiming them to be dishonorable bastards and liars. Do you know what they said to me? They kicked me in the gut and laughed, said the deal was just for me to see her again, not take her back. I was devastated, they had tricked me, taken everything away from me, but I was powerless to change it…"
Andrew smashed his fist against the wall next to Mott's head in rage.
"They tossed me in the middle of a desert with my daughter's cold lifeless body next to me, her empty eyes looking straight at me, seemingly pleading for help. I held her and sobbed, cried my eyes out."
Mott was silent, unable to speak. Andrew then raised his head slowly and spoke in a soft voice.
"No doubt you've done something similar haven't you, you monster?"
Now actually listening to a victim of what he had done countless times, Mott realized just how depravable what he had done was.
"Just now realizing what you've done huh? Well guess what? It's too late… Far too late…"
Mott's face paled as he realized what would be in store for him as punishment for his sins.
"I made a vow that day, that I would no longer be a slave to anyone's will, that I would choose my own path. I am a good torturer Mott, as you can tell, but I don't need you to speak, for there is nothing else for you to say."
Andrew released Mott and the man slumped to the ground. He returned to the bag he left next to the desk and withdrew a metal rod before heading back to the ex-noble.
"Do you know what this is Mott? It is a golf club, a tool commonly used to play sports. But not today, today, it shall be my weapon of choice."
Too beaten and battered to respond, Mott merely groaned softly in response.
"A man chooses…"
Andrew brought the club down on Mott.
"A slave obeys…"
A second hit met Mott's face.
"I choose revenge…"
A third final hit left Mott permanently disfigured, near death and with a face not even a grandmother could love.
Andrew Ryan dropped the club beside the man at death's doorstep.
"Your execution has been set to tomorrow for your crimes, try to stay alive until then filth, or you could prove with whatever nobility you have left that you can choose to die at the time you want rather than the time we set…"
The lights of the room dimmed and Mott was left by himself to ponder his actions in the dark. He was the first of offending nobles deemed a lost cause that would receive the ultimate punishment. Only those who committed mass murder, widespread rape or any other unspeakable acts were condemned to such fates. Even then, they would be granted one last chance to repent and be put into heavy rehab, Mott didn't repent.
Sitting at his desk with a large grin on his face, the President of the United States of America just couldn't stop smiling at the financial report he had received. The estimated value of all the gold, silver and bronze coins collected from the other side of the portal after raiding the palace and noble manors was estimated to be about eleven trillion US dollars. He laughed in joy and spun around in his rotating office chair at the news.
'This is amazing, in just one country, the smallest one even, we've amassed funds to pay off such a large amount of the total debt! When I first entered office the total US debt was a little over sixty-five trillion and now, with the help of that new world, I've reduced it by so much! That place is a gold mine!'
Recomposing himself, the President relaxed back into his chair and stared at the ceiling.
'I should be set for funds for a long time if I keep hold of one trillion and use the other ten to pay off the debt, what I should do now is focus on keeping the world a secret. If the Soviets or anyone else found out about it, they would no doubt send spies to get a cut of the profits.'
He frowned slightly as the thought of losing to the Russians entered his mind.
'Actually, I should increase recruitment of the Men in Black, they are stretched extremely thin right now, I'll make a note to change that later. I should also allocate funds to public projects, the main goal I think, should be to reduce the unemployment rate, it has skyrocketed to over ten percent since America started its great decline a few years ago. Of course, the results we release to the public are forged to prevent panic but I should do something soon lest the truth gets leaked.'
The President got out of chair and looked through the bullet proof, blast proof window as he wondered how to reduce unemployment.
'I don't think the public would condone any more military spending and it's not like we're fighting anything big now anyway. The previous President went all out on terrorism and completely eradicated it from US in an all or nothing bid since he saw that the country was descending into a grave situation and hoped that he could at least remove one of the things sapping resources from the already weak America. He succeeded, though at the cost of greatly increasing the debt and losing the chance of a second term for simply spending too much to be sustainable.'
"Hmm…"
The President thought deeply about issues which were prevalent in the country which even a person with basic education could contribute to solving.
'Overpopulation can't be solved until we completely secure the new world and start to move people there. Pollution can't really be fixed that easily… Waste disposal will be an ever prevalent problem until overpopulation is solved so that's out of the question… I suppose we could start small but where do I begin…'
And so the President pondered the problem, convened with his secretariats and gather statistical data to best determine the next course of action to decide how to allocate the funds. He was fed up and ordered for a meeting with all his secretariats to take place to discuss what to do with his funds. He hoped a solution could be reached but it would likely countless take hours of careful deliberation to finalize the values once basic ideas were accepted.
Drowning himself in administrative work until the day of the conference came, the President completed all his delayed and overdue paperwork to relieve future stress. All the secretariats and the President sat in the meeting room, silent, awaiting the President to speak. After properly ordering the words in his head, the President spoke.
"Gentlemen, through a rather unorthodox method, I recently came across a large sum of excess funds to use on improving the country."
The room was rather surprised to hear that as there were rumors before the meeting of the US making a huge economic recovery.
"I plan to use this money to solve a number of issues currently plaguing the country but I am unsure where to begin, as such, I have requested all of your council to help me decide on where to allocate the funds. The first issue is how to reduce unemployment, I need an idea on how to create jobs that literally anyone can do that will also help the environment."
No one spoke up at first, all evidently unable to figure out how to do it. Most just sat there unable to come up with anything and the remainder tossed stupid ideas around to try to get people's gears turning. That was what happened for most of the meeting as the politicians argued back and forth to find an idea they could all agree on with few drawbacks. The meeting was about as productive as expected, meaning it barely accomplished anything.
'Ugh, I had hoped to settle on an idea this meeting at least but I guess that is out of the question. At least with this meeting, the next time I call for one, more progress should be made while they think of a solution on their own time.'
The President sat at his rotating black leather chair and stared at the ceiling while leaning back, having just filed the order to increase Men in Black recruitment by three hundred percent, he decided that it was high time he took a break and so relaxed into his chair before drifting off to sleep for the next few hours.
Doctor Zelinsky was currently tasked with a rather interesting task. Following the large economic success of the Halkeginian currency collection, he had been requested by the President to research large scale transmutation using the Elemental Emeralds. To that end, Zelinsky had produced a total of a hundred Elemental Emeralds and tried to see if there was a way to get them to link their powers.
He succeeded with little effort, it was simple to achieve, he simply set the gemstones into a circuit which allowed for them to be completely symmetrically aligned. Upon being in complete symmetry, the gemstone's glow intensified and upon testing, their powers grew exponentially. It was a good test and paved the way to the true goal of this experiment, the integration of Elemental Emeralds into machinery used in mining and construction.
The President had planned for mining expeditions to take place in Tristain once friendly relations with nearby countries were secure but he did not want to spend too long on the land that could be further developed and so requested for such methods to be developed to speed up future mining operations.
There were plans for using such large scale set ups to raise entire structures from the ground but that was a lot more complicated and so would need more time to properly develop. Such set ups would also be used in remodeling the main city of Tristain's noble buildings and turning them into more space efficient, less unnecessarily extravagant, housings or warehouses.
Finishing up the report for the project, Zelinsky thought back to the creatures he had gathered a few days back. The beasts he acquired were interesting and all but he sensed something wrong. The dragon he had let free seemed different from the four types he brought in as replacements. The closest he could say was that it was a wind dragon but even then the traits didn't match up as closely as he would have liked. As he was thinking about the recently released dragon, his secretary's voice stirred him from his thoughts.
"Doctor, Emirah is here to speak to you regarding the rehabilitation."
Pressing a button on his phone to activate the intercom, he addressed the lady.
"Send her in Debrah."
Removing his finger from the button and returning to leaning back on his chair, he wondered what exactly would be the overall performance of the nobles. He didn't have high hopes, the agents he spoke with always held their behaviour in a bad light even after they had their magic removed. It seemed like their attitude would take a while to grind out. A few short moments later, Emirah stepped through the doorway, her signature scissors sticking out of her lab coat pocket.
"Glad to see you, take a seat Emirah."
She cheerfully sat in the seat and rested her head on her arms on his desk.
"The nobles so far are causing a ton of problems, though lesser than expected. The elderlies are behaving worse than expected, most of them were more stubborn than predicted. The adults are accepting it badly, as expected."
"Well not too bad I suppose, what of the young and those from the palace?"
"The young ones are pretty rebellious and have had numerous incidents, those from the palace are rather well behaved save a few, it seems having the Princess there calms them."
"I suppose it goes without saying that the newborns are doing well?"
"Yes, they are just babies after all, now the main issue is how to handle them after their parents are released."
Zelinsky nodded his head as he remembered the situation he was faced with.
"I have yet to release any orders from the higher ups regarding this but I predict they will be against giving the children to be raised by commoners even if the parents may end up teaching them to still act like nobles."
"It would be the best option I suppose but what do we do with those whose parents are dead?"
"Hmm, I suppose we will have no choice but to give those to commoners, though then that brings up the issue of if to inform the child once he is older."
"Yes, it would also be difficult to predict how the child will react to finding out about his birth parents but I suppose it is better than leaving them for dead."
A few awkward moments passed between the two as no one said a word.
"I've always been curious Emirah, what is with you and scraping scissors together?"
"Oh, I'm surprised it took you this long to ask. Let's just say it's a long story and neither of us have time for that now, I have a lecture to observe later with the young ones so I can't stay for long."
"Ah, sorry for keeping you, I understand, I have some manticore dissection research to look through anyway."
Emirah left without another word while Zelinsky picked up another folder from the endlessly replenishing pile and opened it to begin work.
A/N: Sorry if it was too much for anyone that read it, again, I have no idea what came over me to write that but it seemed to fit so I left it. I was stuck again after writing that though, ended up not knowing what to write, really need to get the ideas flowing lest I end up without anything to write. Also, if anyone is curious exactly how I imagine Emirah in my messed up head, reverse her name and link it to Kill La Kill.
Though now that I think about it, it may be my extreme writing speed that is tiring me out seeing as I finished this chapter two days after last chapter. I think I'll take a break from writing for a while now, no point in over exerting myself lest I burn out, maybe I'll update some of my other stories for a change…
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