Boyzilla: The armies of Warhammer actually have the same pugnacity as the Enemy Programs. Ah, it's true that Hakuno used Kay very badly. That said it's not a mistake of the author... you'll see I have an idea in mind.

I'm amused by your thinking, "poor Hakuno, relegated mostly to a mascot girl". Akasha Bloodriver in PM had almost said the same thing (exactly she use the word "Cheerleader"). It's exactly the impression I wanted to communicate to the readers. I'm really pleased with your reactions. They prove that I can make you feel the situation in which Hakuno is trapped.

I also agree with you, Boyzilla, Hakuno is not a politician... but you can count on her to escape the role of mascot and not play the game with the rules of those who take her for a puppet who dances at the tip of strings. This is Hakuno!

Author Note: This chapter has confronted me with a serious headache. In a crossover, I do not consider one universe as the foil of another. So I have no intention of making it easy for Hakuno. I suspect that the majority of readers are fans of the Fate license, but I didn't choose a crossover with Warhammer at random. I know the Warhammer universe quite well. I played various games. The main difficulty for me is... not to knock out readers accustomed to Fate with the multitude of details that make up Warhammer. I do not mean that the Warhammerse is more complex than the Fateverse (it's debatable). Only, when we do not know the politics of states in Warhammer Fantasy, the explication is vertigo-inducing. Marienburg certainly leads the way in complex policy. In fact, the city-state participates in the colonization of the equivalent of the South America of this world with the support of the High Elf and the opposition of the Lizardmen while receiving embassies of the local equivalent of China and Japan. And that these outer intrigues mingle with the inner division of Marienburg. Suffice it to say that this republic has several judicial systems and several "polices" (with overlapping areas of expertise) within the city and you will have understood why I simplify. If a Warhammer purist wants to start taking me back on Marienburg politics, let him know that I probably know what he wants to explain to me. If the behavior of the Republic of Marienburg is not what we see in the games, there is a reason. You will discover it at the same time as Hakuno.

Auri Sacra Fames!

(Despicable Hunger for Gold! (1)

"In Marienburg, being poor and getting caught are the only two crimes."

A resident explaining the legal system at a bar counter.

Alvarez Carpio was Estalian (2). However, Alvarez had lived in Marienburg for years. It must be said that manual labor enjoyed widespread contempt in his native country. As sailorman, Alvarez was exiled to the Sigmar Empire, hoping to see his talents recognized.

But Marienburg was nothing like the paradise he had dreamed of.

The great merchant city was as rich as it was corrupt.

There were only three categories of people:

The merchants who ran the city, controlling its laws, its police, its army, and its courts, they legally stole everything from everyone.

Criminals - smugglers, thieves, purse cutters, highwaymen, and pirates- who illegally stole everything from everyone.

The rest... those who got robbed legally or not and didn't even have the right to protest.

Every day, Alvarez Carpio haunted the docks of Marienburg in search of a job. No matter which... dock worker... swordman... caravan keeper... even rower on the galleys of war... his obsession was simply to pay his debts and the heavy taxes of the Directorate (3)—hoping that he has enough left to fill his belly and not starve.

With feverish eyes and dragging a thin figure like a rat, the Estalian had for all good that the rest of his pride prevented him from begging. Although he looks like a wretch like any other, Alvarez Carpio was the unofficial leader of the Estalian community of Marienburg. Since his arrival, he had established strong ties with local thugs, often working for them. However, his rapier had also more than once put an end to the lives of the bullies who attacked the Estalians.
This earned him a certain reputation among his people as in the shady districts of Marienburg. Nevertheless, it did not nourish him.

Leaving the quays that lay on one of the main islands constituting the city of Marienburg, Alvarez Carpio reached a large square in the shadow of a gigantic oak. It was at the intersection of several large avenues.

A public crier stood there by an altar dedicated to Ranald. After the traditional drum was struck, the public shouter carrying the black and white tabard of his function staggered a roll of parchment, while a yellow-tipped guard and blue panties stood by his side, halberd in hand, ready to protect him. The breastplate of the guard shows the crossed keys of the regiment of the doors.

The first announcement was for the salt tax (the gabelle taxation) which was doubled. Murmurs of discontent rose from the crowd. Next to Alvarez, an old man was particularly virulent:

"Double taxes! But the militia is already forcing us to salt our food until it becomes inedible. The Directorate wants to squeeze us like lemons!"

Alvarez enjoined him to be silent because the crier already continued:

"Cults of local deities will no longer be tolerated in Marienburg. Only official imperial worship will be permitted. All heretics will be punished with death! (4)"

And there arose a multitude of groans. An old woman wearing the blue dress of the priestesses of Myrmidia fled and found herself immediately pursued by a part of the crowd. Pretending not to have noticed anything, the public crier continued his speech:

"The Directorate states that the recent setbacks in the war against the Bretonnian heretics are due to the betrayal of Tilean and Estalian foreigners residing in Marienburg. From that day all their possessions are confiscated. The Directorate asks the people to show good citizenship and help the militias rid Marienburg of foreign spies."

The news left Alvarez speechless. Petrified on the spot, he came out of his stupor only when he heard voices rising in the crowd:

"Death to the Tileans!"

"Death to the Estalians!"

Turning around, Alvarez Carpio saw several people moving in the crowd, exciting the people against the culprits that were pointed at them... Agitators, of course, paid to direct the anger caused by the rise in the price of salt against foreigners!

Alvarez would probably have much to say about the cowardice of a government that rejected its mistakes on an innocent population but his dark complexion already attracted bad looks.
What to do? He had only a moment before the crowd threw themselves at him!

Panicked, Alvarez fled.

The people, suddenly mad with hatred, chase him. Men blocked his way. He received blows, stones thrown by children in rags... Bloody, the Estalian managed however to distance his pursuers.
Raising the neck of his cloak, he went towards the port while a wind of madness fell on the city. Filled with anger by the stupidity of the crowds who were so easily carried away by racism and the taste of blood, Alvarez strove not to listen to the rumors of looting and the cries of the men who were being defenestrated, the women who were being raped. Everywhere, this hell resounded in the nearby streets.

When he arrived on the docks, three commercial barges were moored. Two were still loaded with goods; the third had just been emptied.

Having been employed on many occasions in the hauling of the ships going up or down the Reikr, Alvarez knew that the convoys were leaving every evening to enjoy the tide that was rising up the river to Marienburg.

Slipping under the tarp of one of the barges, Alvarez began to wait.

The boatmen who boarded the barge mechanically inspected the cargo without discovering Alvarez Carpio, who was well concealed. They then sang a song intended to sing the allure. There was talk of a sailor who worked hard all his life before dying in misery, possessing nothing but his worn-out shirt.
Without moving, the fugitive waited for the barge to moor in a village still under the control of the Marienburg's army. At night, long after the boatmen had fallen asleep, Alvarez slid quietly to the shore before moving away into the forest filled with shadows.

After completing a quick morning wash, Victoire de Blois checked her appearance in the mirror. The young damsel of magic was a very beautiful woman, like all her sisters. Her blue silk paraselene dress had a wide neckline partly filled with a lace tassel that left a swan neck largely uncovered. She also had a hennin adorned with a veil of fine gauze. A little anxious, she adjusted her outfit while a parasitic thought imposed on her: "I hope that Sir Gawain will notice me".

Her cheeks a little red-colored, she hurried to chase that idea away.
Victoire leaves her room to meet a group of damsels dressed almost as well as she, and servants in dresses more simply dressed in aprons and gymps (5).

Rapidly walking through the corridors of Waltighoffen's Castle, they arrived in front of a large, beautifully decorated wooden door. Standing in front of them, stood the object of the romantic attentions of Victoire de Blois, his metal gloved hands crossed on the pommel of Galatine.
The young knight offered a magnificent smile to Victoire... as to the other young women. Divided between a brief moment of joy and an awful jealousy, Victoire hid her embarrassment by making a gracious reverence:

"Sir Knight, Victoire de Blois Governess of the Moon Cell Sovereign, Ladies of Dress and Maids ask to enter to prepare for her rising."

The Knight of the Round nodded and opened the door with the key he wore around his neck. Pushing the door-leaf, he bowed, his hand resting on the heart:

"Please, Damsel de Blois."

Though concerned about the protection of his Master, Sir Gawain remained at the door, he was, after all, dealing with the bathing and dressing of a young teen.

While the maids opened the curtains and others prepared a large wooden bowl by filling it with hot water, Victoire de Blois drew the hangings from the four-poster bed:

"Damsel Kishinami, it's time to get up."

The large hall of the Waltighoffen's Castle was built around a vast staircase decorated with the coat of arms of the town of Marienburg engraved in stone. Several dark wood furniture, cupboard, and cabinet, lined against the walls painted in blue and decorated with delicate floral motifs. Here and there, paintings showed lords and imperial captains, all bearded, in armor, with a severe eye.

Hakuno Kishinami went down the long spiral staircase leading to the floors and stopped for a moment at the threshold of the room.

At her entrance, Artoria Pendragon rose. She was only dressed in the blue dress she usually wore under her armor:

"Good morning, Master! Did you sleep well?"

A strange expression passed into the eyes of Hakuno...

A green plain lay at the foot of a hill planted with swords and covered with armored corpses. The glowing sun was dying on the horizon... its light mingled with the blood on the ground and the weapons wielded by the survivors.

The wind blew banners adorned with the dragon of the Britain Kingdom, and King Arthur's silver lion.
The legendary King of Knight looked towards the horizon, hands crossed on Excalibur, motionless as a statue cast in steel. No expression appeared on his face.

Yet Artoria Pendragon could not help but listen to the whispers exchanged by the soldiers behind her:
"Why did we have to sacrifice this village?"

"It's true; we were strong enough to triumph over the Saxons without this ruse!"

"It is true!"

"You are right!"

"King Arthur is cruel!"

"Yes!"
"How can we have a king who does not understand human feelings?"

"Master?"
Hakuno trembled remembering that she was in the middle of the castle hall.

"Excuse me, Saber, I'm not awake yet."

The Sovereign of the Moon Cell looked down, looking away from her Servant, sat in a tall wooden chair. A page presented her with a basin and poured water from an ewer so that she could wash her hands.
Artoria had returned to sit in her place without seeming to notice the sudden discomfort of her Master... or choosing not to notice it. As always, at lunchtime, she seemed perfectly happy. Her squire served her with a skill born of habit, cutting large slices of bread and serving wine, while the legendary king enjoyed a Flemish Carbonate (6).

Hakuno tasted in turn. It was delicious, a surprising sweet-salty mixture. And the meat was incredibly tender.
Amused, she raised her eyes to Artoria. Although the King of Knight had perfectly dignified table manners, she ate with an incredible application, emptying her plate without uttering a word and politely asking more to a squire who was rolling his eyes.

Realizing that only Gawain, sitting near her, had joined them, Hakuno asked Artoria:

"Saber, where is Berserker?"

The King of Britain elegantly wiped her lips with a towel before answering:

"My brother left early this morning to inspect the state of our troops and to reorganize them taking into account the numbers we must leave to guard the fort of Bergbres."

The name gave Hakuno a thrill.

The Bergbres fort kept a canyon connecting the Empire to the Bretonnia, through the Greys Mountains. To facilitate their supplies it had to be attacked.

"Her" army and the army of King Louen had besieged Bergbres in a common effort. Ladders, mobile towers, and rams had to be built. Then the trebuchets had bombed the ramparts. It was then necessary to advance the archers and mounted archers to shoot the walkways' defenders. The Pegasus and Griffon knights were then placed on the walls to drive out the most obstinate Marienburgers.
The general assault followed...

The army of Bretonnnia was launched under the fire of cannons and arquebuses, in the midst of explosions and blood.

The walls had been taken, washed with blood... and the doors dug in. The cavalry had then charged... killing... No, slaughtering an enemy on the run...

Hakuno scratched the top of her hand without even seeing red streaks that she left on her skin or that tears appeared in her eyes.

All these poor peoples...

Thousands of dead peoples...

She did not understand and wanted to scream every time she was reminded that it was "her" army that committed this slaughter. Why was she here?! She had never desired anything other than peace. She sacrificed herself for world peace and she died without regret... Instead of finding rest, Hakuno Kishinami was sent in this world of endless war, transformed into a sort of medieval general.

Kishinami hated this... she hated this with all her soul, with all her heart!

There was a pressure in her that was only growing, every day a little more... Hakuno had the impression that her chest would break.

The Master looked at her two Servants staring at her silently, witnessing her suffering, but not knowing how to intervene.

Hakuno remembers her last night "dream", in fact, an Artoria's shared memory... this evening of victorious battle and the reproaches murmured by the soldiers who followed the "paragon of chivalry".
If the war led by Arthur, one of the seven greatest kings, had failed to bring peace how Hakuno Kishinami could succeed?

The Buddhists said that hatred does not end hatred... only love ends hatred.

The Bretonians were scattered in fifteen cantons between the Greys Mountains and the Reikr over the hundred or so miles that separated the north and south of the ex-imperial province of the Badlands. With the rains of winter, this region turned into a hell of violence and misery. Of course, the knights of Bretonnia, faithful to the teachings of the Lady, did not tolerate such exactions... but they formed less than a third of the army. The unpaid, unfurnished peasants-militia used plunder to survive.
While the Bretonians could ravage the countryside at leisure, the inhabitants of the big cities and especially of Marienburg put on foot incessant help, organizing ambushes. In this ever-present guerrilla war, both sides were making a cruel contest. Completing this nightmare picture, the Orks installed in the ruins of the old dwarf city of Grung Zint took advantage of the disorder to leave the mountains, attacking indifferently one and the other.

To hold the Badlands for more than a few months, the Bretonnians had to have powerful reinforcements. Nevertheless, the shortest route to Bretonnia led to Gisoreux, a stronghold of the Duke of Arden, a largely independent vassal who was alarmed by the consequences of the expedition. Moreover, if Emperor Karl Franz openly sent conciliatory embassies to King Louen Leoncoeur, seeking a diplomatic solution to the conflict, he also raised troops to intervene in the defense of Marienburg. The distant successor of Sigmar probably hoped of taking over the rich city-state under cover of protection.

Used to military campaigns, Sir Kay sighed.

Turning the Bretonnians into an effective army would take time and money. But he didn't have either.
With a troop of knights, the seneschal of Camelot rode under a grey and rainy sky. Everywhere there were traces of the war in progress. At the crossings, gallows carried the bodies of peasants executed to be opposed to the looting of their homes.

Their villages... those who had resisted were now in ruins. Houses had burned and corpses littered the ground. As for those who had surrendered to the plunder-hungry soldiery... they were emptied of all that had value or could be eaten. The crossing of these villages was a painful moment for the knights who had to endure the vision of hungry children and the looks filled with helpless hatred of women and elderly villagers. There were no more adult men. They were now hiding in the woods and attacking the Bretonnian patrols.

Near the Reikr and the big cities, the balance of power reversed. The van Klumpf's Buccaneers controlled the river and attacked the approaching Bretonnians.

Maybe a big spring campaign could take over Marienburg and end the conflict... but Kay didn't believe it. None of the camps took it up frankly, the conflict was meant to last.

Still escorted by the knights, Kay rushed to one of the camps he had built to house the garrisons in charge of controlling the Badlands. As the Roman Vegecius said: "a regularly built camp is like a mobile fortress that follows the soldier everywhere". Half the garrison with shovels, hoes, and baskets had dug a ditch twelve feet wide and nine feet deep. The earth was thrown up from the slope and packed formed a mound which was lined with stakes to stop the enemy charges. Screens made from wicker racks were then placed on the ridge. So that the first ranks of the defenders could shelter from enemy fire. The square camp was equipped with lookouts at each corner.

As they arrived at one of the gates guarded by two towers receiving archers, they caught up with a patrol of Coustilliers(7) slowed down by prisoners, one of them complained particularly loud in a language that Kay had never heard. As one of the guards wanted to hit him with the staff of his spear, The Knight of the Round stopped him.

The man had a sunkissed complexion with a fine mustache, his hair and eyes were black. He wore black clothes, a large torn coat, and a hat adorned with a feather. Soaked in the rain, his hands tied and pulled by one of the Coustilliers, he had lost a lot of his superb.

"Who are you?" asked Kay, "You are not Sigmarite."

The man lifted up his eyes to heaven:

"Of course not, I'm Alvarez Carpio, I'm from Estalia. I am a sailor... and... I fled Marienburg because the Directorate proclaimed that the foreigners and the worshippers of the non-imperial gods were all spies and traitors."

The Knight of the Round turned to the detachment leader:

"Why is he a prisoner?"

The man stood at attention:

"My lord, he was found fleeing into the woods and he had weapons."

Alvarez began to swear:

"Of course I was running away... you threw yourself at me! And in this world, there are only two types of people: Those who are armed and the dead."

Sir Kay looked at the Estalian seaman for a long minute, and then sighed:

"Deliver him, deliver him."

As one of the mounted Sergeant-at-arms obeyed, the seneschal of Camelot turned to Alvarez Carpio with a satisfied smile:

"My good man, you probably have a lot to teach us about Marienburg. You will accompany me. My Master will probably want to hear from you."

Alvarez Carpio had never been received by a lord, either in Marienburg or in Estalia. He had heard that it was necessary to kneel down, even the merchant princes of Marienburg wanted to be treated with obsequiousness.

However...
Kay had led him into a small living room furnished with a long table, chairs. A chest turned into a bench and covered with a cushion adjoined with a porcelain stove. Its heat mingled with the fire which was burning in the massive fireplace.

In addition to several ladies in beautiful clothes, there was only one skinny girl who at first did not attract the attention of the sailor. She had long brown hair and sat at a small table right under the window, looking out across the surrounding countryside through yellowish glass tiles.

However, without stopping before the richly dressed ladies who were bowing over his passage, the man who was presented as the "Sir Kay, seneschal of Camelot" waved his hand casually:

"Hey Little Mouse, how are you today?"

While the ladies-in-waiting uttered indignant cries, the girl turned her immense brown eyes towards the knight. She tilted her head and... Alvarez forgot to breathe... how could he have thought that this girl was ordinary?

"Berserker?"
Accustomed to his Master expressing herself in a few words, Kay recounted how he had met the Estalian sailor. Thinking that he could teach them a lot about the weaknesses of Marienburg, he had brought him back.

The brunette girl nodded without showing any particular emotion and then turned to the sailorman:

"Tell me about Marienburg."

A little taken aback... it was about a big subject, after all... Alvarez laughed a little embarrassed:
"And what do you want to know? Damoiselle..."

"Hakuno Kishinami"

"Sorry?"

"My name."

"Oh... your name is Hakuno Kishinami?"

She nodded without a word.

"Yes... uh... what do you want to know about Marienburg?"

She blinked as if surprised by the question. Seemed to think, then she tilted her head... making Alvarez Carpio cough:

"Everythings."
The sailor forgot to breathe, this... Hakuno? Did she realize that she was talking about the most complex city on the continent?

He just didn't know that she used to be informed by a photonic computer made of giant crystals... She had a completely different notion of complexity.

Having forgotten his fear, Alvarez devoured the dishes brought to him by the maidservants. He had not eaten like this for four years. In front of him, Hakuno Kishinami sat between three knights: Sir Kay, a blondie leaning on a big sword, and a blonde teenager of breathtaking beauty. Her royal presence like a valiant crowned knight had unconsciously pushed Alvarez to see her as the leader of the knights. Nevertheless, if the two men behaved like subordinates, she called Kishinami, "Milady" or "Master".
While eating what he could, the Estalian sailor was thrown into a vast account telling the story of Marienburg. Founded by the Ulthuan High Elves, the city had been abandoned after the end of the Beard War. Centuries later, its ruins had been occupied by the ancestors of today's Marienburgers.
He then explained the events of the following centuries. Marienburg had been the imperial territory of Westerland until his lord was overthrown by a revolt led by the great merchants. The latter then took power before proclaiming independence from Emperor Wilhem II while repelling the Bretonnian king Henri.

More than a hundred years had passed and the successors of these sovereigns, Karl Franz and Louen Leoncoeur, continued to want to seize the richest city on the continent. Except the city had the most powerful war fleet north of the Old World, with chests full of gold, Marienburg could offer all the mercenaries of the continent to reinforce its defenses. In addition, the army was composed of three regiments that can be strengthened if necessary by prisoners and proscribes.

"Who runs the Directorate?"

Alvarez turned to The Knight Woman, with an impassive face she looked at him with eyes like precious stones. Intimidated, the sailor rested his cutlery before coughing:

"In theory, Marienburg is headed by fifteen directors who are the high priests of Manaan, Verena, Shaylla and Haendryk, as well as the rector of the university and the heads of the ten main trading houses. The Staadtholder- the title of the head of the republic- although having the right to vote only serves it if there is equality. In practice, the real leader of the city is Jaan van de Kuypers. His cousin is the director of the university, as for the high priests of Verena and Haendryk they owe their way of life to important "donations" on his part... short van de Kuypers controls eight out of fifteen votes and so the city always ends up doing what he says. Jaan van de Kuypers is a bad man, who only believes in money. His father ruined the previous ruling family of the Marienburg Republic and publicly boasted that his leader ended his life as a drunken tramp. At least until van de Kuypers' father was murdered with his daughter by his eldest son in a fit of madness... leaving the younger, Jaan, like a king in the city. "

"Murdered?" Artoria's eyes shrunk.

"This is common... and not the worst scandal Marienburg has ever seen! An entire house of directors, the Akkermans, even ended up at the stake for having adored Slaanesh. The van Haagen would make worse they run smuggling and even slavery underground! Less than half of the directors die in bed, the others go mad, are ruined, or "accidentally" drown in the canals."

"Are they all corrupt?"

The question of the King of Knight made the sailor hesitate:

"Honestly, all I'm doing is peddling docks rumors. But from what I've seen, only the director van den Mijmenk cares about the poor population. The non-humans of the city with the exception of the High Elves - of which everyone is very jealous because of their privileges-, are badly treated. Fortunately, they can count on director Foolder the leader of the Foolder clan, a Dwarf. He protects the Dwarves but also the Halflings. "
Artoria lashed her eyebrows. She had heard of the Dwarves and the Elves, although she had not yet met them, the Halflings were unknown to her:

"Who are the Halflings?"

"They are also called semi-men. They are as tall as children. They like to eat and are often as large as they are tall. They don't like war, but they make good archers and scouts. They are only found in the Empire. An entire region, the Moot, is mostly populated by the Halflings. The Halflings are most often peasants or domestic. They make excellent cooks but have no sense of ownership and accumulate petty theft."

Artoria raised an eyebrow, but changed the subject:

"No one defends the people?"

"The Marienburgers regroup into guilds that bring together members of the same professions. Each guild defends its own and swindlers the others. Foreigners... that is to say non-natives... cannot be part of the guilds and are therefore the least protected of the residents. And it's better not to talk about Marienburg's justice... if you can't afford a lawyer, you won't be defended and therefore automatically found guilty. Characteristic of Marienburg, the High Elves live in their own neighborhood and have the privilege of being judged by their people for any crime in town. Conversely, any human attacking an elf even out of his neighborhood is judged by the Elves."

Seeing Hakuno's incredulous gaze, Carpio shrugged his shoulders and summarize the problem in one word:

"Marienburg."

Surprising everyone, Hakuno Kishinami stood up and watched one after the other the people present:
"Alvarez Carpio, would you take me to Marienburg?"

The sailor remained speechless while Artoria rose with alarm:

"Master, don't think about it!"

Hakuno tightened her hands on her chest, hesitated before taking a determined look. Her eyes shone as she spoke:

"The war will last until the Hight Elves intervene to guarantee the independence of Marienburg. The conflict must be ended."

Sir Gawain spoke to Artoria:

"My king, damsel Kishinami is a genius tactician. She has always faced her adversaries in a territory that favored them and defeated them. Don't worry, I'll go with her. On my honor as a knight, I swear to protect her no matter what."

(1) Quotation from Virgil, Aeneid (III, 57).

(2) The Estalia is a succession of small kingdoms that occupy two-thirds of the peninsula south of Bretonnia, the rest constituting the Tilea. Recall that the Old Word is modeled on the Europe of the Renaissance. Thus, the Estalia is the equivalent of Spain of the era of Charles V and the Tilea of Italy of Cesare Borgia.

(3) The "democratic" government of Marienburg, there are 15 members (the directors) and "as if by chance" ten of them are the heads of the big trading houses that dominate the city. The official head of Marienburg is the Staadtholder, a regent responsible for representing the noble family of van de Maacht (who once ruled the city) until the discovery of a legitimate successor... except that the research is not very zealous and that the Staadtholder is content to make speeches and show himself at balls. To be exhaustive, there are also two assemblies that meet at the Stadsraad (government house). The upper chamber (or Rijkskamer) which brings together priests, nobles, and deans of universities is presided over by the Staadtholder, it no longer has any power. The lower chamber (or Burgerhof) brings together the heads of the guilds of craftsmen, the district councilors, and is dominated by Nieut Gyngrijk, a demagogue of the worst kind who uses strikes, demonstrations, and riots to obtain concessions from the directors.

(4) Imperial Temple is centered on the worship of the gods, like Sigmar and Ulfric, who are proper to the empire but also the gods worshipped by humans all over the continent and which represent the great principles like Morr (the afterlife), Verena (the laws), Manann (the sea), etc...

For the Imperial, ethnocentric people, all other gods are "local deities"... except that we speak of prohibiting the worship of the Lady of the Lake extended to all the Bretonnia and the Border Principalities but also Myrmidia main goddess of the Estalia and the Tilea.

(5) Headdresses of pleated fabrics still worn by the nuns, they were part of women's clothing in the Middle Ages.

6) You may not have a Saber at home, but it is not forbidden to be greedy. This recipe from northern Belgium seems to fit well in the Marienburg region (since the inhabitants have Flemish names rather than German). Historically, this is a recipe from northern Belgium, Flanders, hence its name. Nevertheless, it spread to France at the time of the duchy of Burgundy, which extended into Flanders.

Recipe for 6 (or just Saber):

Ingredients:
1.5 kg of beef (ask your butcher for pieces of meat to braise)

8 slices of gingerbread (160 grams) be careful with quality gingerbread.

Thyme, parsley, bay leaf, cloves, savory, fennel, tarragon, rosemary (for flavor)

1 liter of brown beer or blond beer (it's a matter of taste)

3 centiliters of wine vinegar

20 g of butter

15 g of brown sugar

15 g of flour

6 onions

Salt, pepper

Material:
A pressure cooker

Preparation:
a) cut meat into thick slices, cut onions after peeling.

b) Cook meat slices in butter, salt, pepper, add onions and flour, cook for 5 minutes (onions should not turn black)

c) Add vinegar and cook for two minutes

d) Add beer, 50 centiliters of water, brown sugar, thyme, parsley, bay leaf, cloves, savory, fennel, tarragon, rosemary, 5 slices of spice bread cut into pieces. Push the heat until the liquid boils.

e) When the liquid starts to boil, lower the heat, cover, simmer 2:45 hours

f) Uncover and force the fire again so that the boiling resumes, cook by turning regularly, until the level of the liquid is reduced by half.

g) You have 3 slices of gingerbreads left, grill them and break them into small pieces and add them to the cooking dish.

h) Completed.

Accompaniment:

Braised fennel bulb

Ingredients:

4 bulbs of fenouilles (Dill? Fennel? I don't know the name in English).

30 g pork breast

3 garlic cloves

30 g of chicken broth

Salt, pepper

Chives

Preparation:
a) Two hours after you have put the Carbonate to cook on low heat, cut the fennel in half, then place them in a large-bottomed pan that can be baked, cook with the slices of pork breast for 15 minutes. Do not forget to check regularly that nothing burns and returns the contents of the pot.

b) Add hot broth, cover wait 40 minutes

c) add chives.

d) completed

(7) Mounted sergeant-at-arms armed with long lance and a shield.