Holy Britannian Empire
Pendragon
April 2017 A.T.B.
The return to the capital of Prince Lucius himself, although it promised to be peaceful, in fact it was not. First of all, just a week before returning to the capital, Purple Prince was forced to clean up the mess that Wyvern Zero had left behind, along with Garma and Mariemaia. Apart from the issues of concealing the experiments and work that actually took place in the factory, it also became important to hide the entire incident. In the end, it was decided to be a mining disaster and few people went into details. The reason was simple, the incident being overshadowed by the success that was undoubtedly the capture of Egypt by the imperial army and in large part due to the operation carried out by the Knights of the Purple Rose and the Order of Michael.
Lucius stayed a few more days to possibly help his older sister, but there was no need. Her subordinates were extremely competent and there was nothing the duo of General Darlot and Sir Guilford couldn't handle. Personally, Purple Prince was pleased with his sister's situation, where she has two trusted people she can rely on implicitly. This was extremely useful in the conditions prevailing in the upper echelons of Holy Britannian Empire society.
Basically, being in a powerful position and trusting the wrong people could be disastrous if the unit was allied with your enemy. Everything basically boiled down to one thing, and it was a constant struggle for power and influence at the top of society, or efforts to maintain the status quo. In the case of Lucius and his greatest ally at the imperial court, Prince Schneizel, it was an effort not only to maintain what they had, but also to constantly expand their influence and available connections, at a fast pace and with an aggressive attitude.
Regardless, even before returning, Purple Prince decided to take a walk around Ricardo Citadel and test the mood that prevailed among the infantrymen, pilots, vehicle crews and technicians. It quickly turned out that the hurry that had prevailed until recently and the intense desire to carry out orders as quickly as possible were replaced by a slightly calmer pace and lack of deadly haste. As if the ceasefire between the Empire and the Republic did not herald the start of fighting again and was supposed to be a definitive end to this war that had been going on for several years.
Purple Prince had no doubt that it was only a matter of time before the fights resumed. The current state of affairs, after years of fighting, satisfied absolutely no one. The politicians and elite of the United Republic of Europe had lost too much to accept, while the nobility of the Empire wanted more. While this did not align with the Emperor's goals, he seemed to accept it and had no major problems allowing the meat grinder to continue. Basically, and it wasn't something Lucius hid from friends and allies, it was an absolute inability to understand the nature of his own father. Sometimes he even had the impression that this man simply did not deal with and was not interested in any worldly matters at all.
Regardless of Purple Prince's position on his own father, however, the morale of the soldiers increased after the conclusion of the temporary ceasefire, and it's not surprising. A large number of Knightmare Frames pilots, technicians and foot soldiers began their combat trail in South Africa, where the conflict with the EU began, and where the fiercest fighting of the war took place. So much so that some Imperial divisions lost up to 60% of their personnel and nearly as much or more of their equipment. Now, after years of fighting, all these people could rest, go on leave and meet their families, most often in their homeland.
Strolling around the base, Purple Prince was surprised to discover that the staff had begun to whisper to him as 'Dragon of Empire', 'Purple Dragon', or his favorite 'God of War' and 'Avatar of Agronā'. The latter nickname appealed to him in particular, for it was essentially an incarnation of the Celtic goddess of war and slaughter. The latter was a bit unsettling, but the Purple Prince enjoyed all that the soldiers and officers were saying about him, because soon the public would start calling him the same.
But aside from that, Lucius had only returned to the capital five days ago to a rather expected fanfare. In honor of his and Corneli's victory, a great victory parade was to be organized, additionally combined with the announcement by the Emperor of Triumph Day, and thus a day off from work. This was all the more remarkable as the Emperor was not accustomed to doing such a thing for the achievements of his children, even for Cornelia, even after her greatest victories in the campaigns in Central Africa. That Lucius was given such an honor was a cause for anger among many imperial princes. However, despite this minor flaw, the parade was at least successful, because the members of the Knights of the Purple Rose who came from Egypt marched and the pilots drove their non-standard machines for the Imperial Army through the central district, leading to the Imperial Palace.
When they got there, Lucius had to refrain from showing utter shock as his father came out to greet him, flanked by all twelve Knights of the Round. It was so good that Purple Prince and his future Princess could exchange glances and after the ceremony greet, talk and enjoy each other's company. Everything was pleasant enough for the two lovers before the mood was ruined by Knights of Three, Gino Weinberg. His intrusion into their zone effectively destroyed any good mood.
Despite this minor incident and the anger at Sir Gino from both lovers, however, the trio quickly entered the tracks of a long conversation. Lucius told the story of what had happened in Africa, with all the details and even the ones he tried to cover up. Monica and Gino obviously tried to cheer him up after the death of Carl Tallgeese, one of Purple Prince's best friends. However, it turned out to be unnecessary, to the complete surprise of the two talking to him. Lucius handled Carl's death quite well, and the main reason for this was having experience with the loss of loved ones, needless to mention.
At that moment, the armored limousine, in which the Purple Prince himself was riding, and the guards of six Stormtroopers, finally arrived, because after several minutes of standing in traffic jams in the capital, the destination that day was the Special Knightmare Frames Development Institute, in short S.K.F.D.I. founded over a decade ago by the once rising star in robotics development and later Knightmare Frames. That someone was and is Doctor Kinnon Zimmad and a former parts contractor for companies associated with the failed Ashford company, which was then transformed into Flash Robotics. This man's absence from the company and unwillingness to cooperate was dictated by the fact that Doctor Zimmad tried his best to avoid any attacks from the imperial nobility, which he failed to do. The best example of this was the lack of orders for his institute and the deliberate omission of S.K.F.D.I. with many lucrative contracts. This was with the knowledge and approval of Lucius and Schneizel, who set out to sweep away the traitor who had unceremoniously escaped from the sinking ship known as El Faction and Vi Britannia, when collapse seemed obvious.
At first glance, this might have seemed like an absolutely idiotic move on the part of two of perhaps the greatest strategic and political geniuses the Holy Britannian Empire had to offer. There were, however, two quite rational reasons for this. First, the desire to show the elite what happens to those who betrayed these factions to save their own skins. The second, and equally understandable, was that Doctor Kinnon Zimmad was completely useless to them. Until recently, both princes had technological geniuses at their disposal. Schneizel had and still has Doctor Lloyd Asplund, while Lucius had Chief Engineer Tallgeese. After the battle for the secret factory, however, the situation changed completely and Purple Prince was deprived of the man who was to ensure the constant development of equipment and access to innovative or experimental technologies, which were often not tested anywhere else than by Carl himself. That was the main reason Lucius had gone to this scientist with the offer, and despite the tumultuous past between the two.
What surprised Purple Prince the most when he arrived at the institute was how deserted the building was, and the security was modest and discipline lax for a place where specialized machinery is being worked on. As if that wasn't enough, the staff consisted mainly of older people who were clearly unqualified for the job. It was merely a confirmation of a piece of information that was now not in the slightest disputed.
A few moments after getting out of the limousine, Prince Lucius was approached by a rather young and slim man in his thirties, with short red hair, blue eyes and a slight mustache under his nose. Dressed in a white lab coat with a collar that left no doubt as to his position. As it soon turned out, it was Albert Zimmad, the adoptive son of Kinnon. He greeted the Purple Prince with the best superlatives of the hastily invented, but they were quite tactful. Beneath this façade, however, Lucius could easily sense the grief gathered in this man's heart, the purpose of which he could not clearly define or define.
However, regardless of that, after a few moments both of them headed towards the elevator, and with its help they reached the fifteenth floor of the institute, where the office of Doctor Zimmad was located. Once again, on the way to the doctor's office, it became clear that not many people work here. Apparently, years of deliberately omitting the institute from procurement and openly damaging it meant that what was left of it was only a shadow of its former glory. However, apart from these issues, the cleaning staff clearly tried to keep the metallic and clearly utilitarian corridors in the best possible condition. In this regard, there were no signs of neglect.
After about three minutes of walking, Albert, Lucius and Captain Sir Ciaran de Revil finally arrived at the door leading directly to Doctor Kinnon Zimmad's office, as evidenced by the title, name and surname of the Director of the S.K.F.D. Institute, posted on a plaque on the door.
Upon entering the trio, they were greeted by what looked nothing like an office. The only two things that gave the whole oval office that character was a metal desk in the middle, and four movable armchairs with backrests, one behind the desk and the other three in front. The second thing was quite a large number of shelves with files of various documents inside. In addition, inside, by the walls, a large number of electronics, computers or even machines specially designed for drawing diagrams have been placed. In other words, the so-called office was in fact also a studio, which the Director could not leave for many hours, due to the work on site and without the need to leave the office.
"Doctor Zimmad." Lucius politely and with a subtle smile turned to the man in his late fifties who now sat behind the desk. "I am grateful that you found time for my humble person."
His words were directed directly at an exaggeratedly elegant man with neck-length hair on which the first signs of gray appeared. However, there was still quite a lot of energy and enthusiasm in his golden eyes, characteristic of people much younger. Nevertheless, what stood out the most was the Doctor's exaggerated elegance. His tailcoat and the shawl around his neck were motley with gold trimmings.
"Well, I will always find time for a member of the Imperial Family." The Professor replied impudently, obviously ignoring the tense past between them. "Especially if he needs a specialist in the latest technology, Knightmare Frames development or hardware for these great machines."
"I have no doubt, Doctor." Lucius replied dryly and without the slightest hint of enthusiasm in his tone of voice. "Especially since you've never escaped a ship when it appeared to be sinking, but was really just changing the guard at the captain's station."
This statement and the way it was said made the atmosphere in the office much more tense than it had been a few moments ago. Ciaran struggled not to laugh at the whole situation. Meanwhile, Albert visibly tensed up at the words. It was only too obvious that this man had been informed by his adoptive father about the past, how the vi lines of Britannia and S.K.F.D. institute. Nevertheless, the Director himself did not lose his smile on this occasion and remained fully relaxed, despite the obvious tension.
"I have not forgotten the past we both share, Your Highness." He countered an indirect attack from Purple Prince. "Nevertheless, I would prefer that the discussion of this issue take place only face-to-face."
This statement almost immediately stunned the Doctor's adoptive son. "Father…!"
Before he could add anything else, however, Kinnon raised his right hand, a clear sign for Albert to say no more. "Don't worry, this is not the first time I've been in this type of situation. Now, however, you should leave the office. We'll talk later."
Albert said nothing more. He nodded politely to both his father and, by the way, the Prince, then turned on his heel and left the office as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, Sir Ciaran shot a questioning glance at the Purple Prince, and received a quick nod as soon as the eyes of the two teenagers met. He left the office moments after the Doctor's adoptive son.
As a result, Prince and Director stayed in the office alone and focused on themselves. The differences between the two were noticeable to the naked eye, and noting this would be nothing special for a skilled observer. Doctor Kinnon Zimmad remained calm and relaxed, as if to some extent not deeply interested in the situation here. Meanwhile, Lucius Cornelius vi Britannia, intensified his gaze, but remained calm and decided to wait for the second caller's move, which came faster than he expected.
"Someone has to start it, so let me go against the reason why you chose to visit this humble institute, Your Highness." Doctor Zimmad, and a note of great confidence entered his lips. "I will say it plainly, and we both know the facts perfectly well, so there will be no need to refute or deny them. We know perfectly well that after the unfortunate death of Carl Tallgeese and his team of engineers, you were left without specialists who could build newer Knightmare Frames for you, or improve existing copies."
Lucius didn't react, just patiently listened to what the man had to say at that moment. However, after a moment he allowed himself an arrogant smirk.
"It is also known that the arms race between our empire and the republic will continue. It is also no secret that at some point machines that work perfectly at the moment may become insufficient and simply obsolete in the future. Simply put, you need someone to upgrade existing machines or create something much better. This someone is me and I declare my full readiness to work for this project."
Lucius envied the man's composure mixed with obvious carelessness. It was something his dead friend lacked somewhat. Regardless, the Purple Prince was not fooled by the man's pretty words or ostensible declaration of allegiance. Once, Doctor Zimmad tried to save himself from a seemingly sinking ship, like some rat. What was the guarantee that he wouldn't do the same thing again? Or that he won't reveal secrets to the enemy of the Purple Prince in the process?
"Your words are true, Doctor, but not in the slightest credible, at least not to me." Lucius answered him calmly, but his eyes narrowed and his gaze gained undoubted intensity. "What guarantee do I have that you will not betray me at the first sign of political trouble that the El and Vi Britannia faction will sooner or later face?"
Although it could have ended there, Lucius did not refuse to take the attack and the Doctor even further. "It certainly wouldn't be the first time such a betrayal has happened in the more or less distant future."
The good mood and calmness of Doctor Zimmad was quickly spoiled, but this man clearly did not lose faith in the chances of receiving patronage from Prince Lucius, and thus Flash Robotics. "I am well aware that after your mother's death, I committed an unforgivable betrayal in an attempt to save my skin. Nevertheless, please try to understand me."
The smile returned to Purple Prince's lips, but this time mischievous and obviously ruthless. He sensed that he had this man at his mercy at that moment. "I'm all ears, but don't waste my time, I have yet to visit my brother, the Prime Minister, and contact him regarding closer cooperation between our lines. Especially in terms of technology and development of Knightmare Frames. I have no doubt that Camelot Engineering Corps and its staff will prove to be extremely useful in the areas just mentioned."
Most surprisingly, Doctor Zimmad reacted rather calmly and nonchalantly to this overt threat, for he began to chuckle. "Your Highness, if you were really considering it just because of our unfortunate past, you wouldn't have come here, and instead you would have started negotiating with the Prime Minister right away. We both know perfectly well that you actually prefer to keep your own Knightmare Frames design and development independent to your forces as much as possible from the Prime Minister."
Lucius wasn't in the least bit angry or annoyed with his insight and ability to see things in the long term. If the Purple Prince had any feeling about it, it would definitely be the satisfaction of finding an interesting and quite intelligent potential collaborator.
"Your analysis of the situation is impeccable, Doctor." Lucius folded his hands and decided that further prolonging this idle conversation would be completely unnecessary. "To put it bluntly, I intend to use your institute, your intellect and your staff for extensive research into new technologies and the development of Knightmare Frames. You will receive adequate funding and support from the entire Flash Robotics back office if necessary."
Doctor Zimmad was beyond any doubt delighted with the offer, which would obviously give him the opportunity to return to his former glory in the world of science. To Lucius's surprise, however, Kinnon wasn't willing to accept it simply, despite the undoubted benefits it could bring to him.
It became clear that a man of this caliber simply did not seek and will not seek even the greatest riches of this world, which probably do not mean much to him. Lucius had no doubt that Kinnon was the type of man who cared much more about personal satisfaction and intangible things.
"It's not enough, Your Highness." He answered the suggestions calmly. "While I have no doubt that you are offering me a chance to return to glory in the development of Knightmare Frames, and thus regain my position as a leading engineer in this field, I want more than empty praise or money."
"And what is the price for your work for me?" Lucius asked, but the look in his eyes made it clear that he was already fully aware of what would be required to finalize the deal between them.
The question almost immediately brought a huge and pure mischievous smile to the Doctor's lips. "Apologies, for all the years of deliberately deliberately harming myself and the institute I manage."
Although it seemed like a small price to pay, Lucius's eyes narrowed menacingly and it was clear he wasn't going to apologize so easily. The main reason for this was his personal pride. Not only because of his own achievements as an outstanding military commander, but also because of being a Britannian Prince and a member of the imperial family. The reason why Lucius had decided on this kind of revenge was also not without significance.
"Do you demand an apology from a member of the Imperial family for the fact of legitimate revenge for your betrayal?" Purple Prince asked him with a menacing note and a firm tone of voice. "I really expected a lot, including an apology for preventing your foster son from studying and getting a degree. But not for the entirety of my reaction, which was a fully justified response to your betrayal."
"I won't deny that it was justified on your part, and I can't blame you for that." The doctor nodded to him, but the mischievous gleam in his eyes not only did not announce the resignation of this demand, but also thoroughly explained the reason for his current behavior. "However, regardless of the reasoning behind your actions, it does not change the fact that I still demand an apology and that will not change. On this point, you should not have the slightest doubt."
Lucius almost gnashed his teeth, but at the last moment he stopped the completely unnecessary reflex. Regardless, however, he decided to analyze his current situation in a not too detailed, but sufficient in this particular case. Frankly, not accepting Dr. Zimmad as his personal asset wasn't a worst-case scenario. All because Purple Prince could ask his older brother to lend him the talents of Camelot Engineering Corps without major short-term consequences, and the team could definitely improve the existing Knightmare Frames, develop new technologies or create completely new constructions. But that was a short-term solution, and in practice Lucius had no choice in the matter. If Purple Prince decided on such a solution, he would undoubtedly become even more dependent on the Prime Minister, so their fates would be inextricably linked. It would not be the best for him, because it would mean - as you can easily guess - even more dependence on his older brother, and thus one of the main candidates to replace their brother.
Purely theoretically, there was a third option, and that was to wait for some other brilliant mind to emerge without having to apologize to the traitor or fall into a relationship with Lucius's most important political ally that would make them inextricably linked, on pain of being completely eliminated from political life in the event of the fall of one of them. In practice, however, it was hard to estimate the potential time, which in this particular case was absolutely crucial, because by the time some outstanding engineer was hired, the enemies could have already developed better equipment, which could cost the Knights of the Purple Rose a technological advantage that has already been undermined, with the addition of the Alexander series machines to the Wyvern Zero. So there was no more time to lose.
Therefore, Purple Prince with great reluctance, and with great difficulty concealed grimace, dislike and all other epithets that can only be used to describe a bad mood, decided to comply with the request.
"If that's what you want..." Lucius sighed, rubbed his temple, and then decided to fulfill this extremely difficult condition for himself, as a man extremely proud of himself. "I apologize for treating you this way, and for ruining your career as the brilliant mind of the Knightmare Frames development empire."
To Purple Prince's great surprise, the eyes of the man sitting across from him practically lit up with a mixture of joy and satisfaction.
"I'm very happy for your common sense and willingness to cooperate." As soon as the first words came out of the Doctor's mouth, his eyes widened, which, combined with the ever-present smile on his lips, made him look like a complete madman. "As soon as I receive the proper funding and reassemble the team of engineers that I had to lay off, I will immediately begin work on improving all the Knights of the Purple Rose Knightmare Frames, and all other types of hardware."
"Now we are talking." Lucius leaned back relaxed in his chair, a smile creeping once more across his young but angular face. "That's great news indeed, but I'm curious about how you're going to bring back the old employees you've had to lay off?"
Kinnon laughed at the question because the answers seemed so obvious to him. "Your highness, as a leader you should know perfectly well that what makes a leader is the ability to win over allies and subordinates in any way possible. When words and emotions are not enough, then I will start using money and slightly inflated offers. If even that isn't enough, I have some more perfidious methods up my sleeve that I'd personally prefer not to use, but I'm up for it."
"I just hope it's not a threat or blackmail." Lucius answered seriously, looking directly into the interlocutor's eyes. "I don't need to tell you if you know so much about leadership that henchmen won over by coercion may be vulnerable to betrayal and informers to opponents. At worst, they will actively work against you from within."
"I'm aware of that, so you have nothing to worry about, at least not in this regard." Doctor Zimmad stopped laughing and grew serious, duly sensing the need to stop speaking in such a frivolous tone. "Is there anything else you wanted to ask me before you leave this humble institute, Your Highness."
Lucius nodded quickly and almost immediately after hearing the question. "I still have a few more issues to address, but the most important one will be the development of Knightmare Frames."
Almost immediately after hearing these words, the Doctor moved a little closer, eager to show obvious interest, while Lucius continued. "I mean the projects your institute has been working on all these years."
"You really think I had the funds to work on big projects?" There was an apparently rhetorical question from Kinnon, but the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, followed by a smile on his lips, betrayed this little game. "Yes, I was working on new projects or new and unprecedented solutions, and their fruit is the HAK-00 Orgin, which in my mind was to be the prototype of the first machine from the seventh generation of Knightmare Frames."
"What can you tell me about it?" Lucius asked intrigued, and the interest was well founded. Acquiring even a prototype machine from the seventh and still vaguely outlined generation could balance his forces with the Prime Minister, whose research team was to finish the last tests in simulators and on training grounds in the coming days.
"Originally, I built it based on a development of Sutherland, which is itself a great and versatile machine for many tasks. But mainly, it was due to scarce funds and the institute's deteriorating situation." Kinnon retorted him, but while it might have sounded like some kind of reproach, it really wasn't. 'While I have managed to complete the plans, without adequate funding, there is not the slightest chance of completing the project, let alone building a working prototype.'
Lucius nodded understandingly as Doctor Zimmad stood up and, moments later, began to look through the documents hidden in one of the cupboards. As it soon turned out, Kinnon had a safe hidden behind piles of files, where all the blueprints were kept.
"Undoubtedly a cautious man, although at the same time quite peculiar and eccentric." He hummed a soft remark as he looked at the brightly dressed fifty-year-old. "It can be quite refreshing because Carl didn't have this very expressive eccentricity about him."
Meanwhile, Kinnon, after a short moment spent on browsing through the documents gathered there, finally brought out the schematics he was looking for. Then he immediately headed towards the desk, and wordlessly unfolded the diagrams of the Knightmare Frame he was designing.
"HAK-00 Origin, or Heavy Armored Knightmare." Kinnon announced with undisguised pride in his tone of voice as he presented his creation. There was no doubt that this project was of great importance to the stout man, so much could also be expected. "Designed with the single and specific purpose of declaring any enemy Knightmare Frame or group of several wherever they appear. To that end, I opted for a design that combines multi-functionality, great mobility, and powerful armor. Plus, all this topped off with a great, and especially for this machine designed rocket launchers, 66mm. Its has been modified and improved in every way compared to the traditional giant cannons used by the Sutherlands or Gloucesters."
Lucius did not listen to him, but only looked at the designs presented to him here, both the machine itself and the equipment provided for it. In addition to the previously mentioned rocket launcher, the machine was also supposed to carry a large assault rifle as a secondary weapon, standard for Sutherlands and Gloucesters. What caught his attention in particular, however, was what was introduced as the Heat Saber.
"This Heat Saber..." Lucius began, catching the Doctor's attention. "What is it actually? It seems similar to the Maser Vibration Sword, but in fact, it feels like something else."
"This, as you've probably figured out by now, Your Highness, is a melee weapon." Kinnon replied from memory. "In my assumptions, it is supposed to be a simple blade based on Maser Vibration Sword technology, but conceived as something much more efficient in terms of energy consumption. This is to use thermal energy to heat the blade itself, which, like the MVS, is supposed to be able to literally melt metal."
"I understand, Doctor." Lucius nodded, then looked once more at the HAK-00 Origin plans itself. "How soon could this be put into production? Of course, taking into account the need to build a prototype, carry out simulations, field tests or on the battlefield."
"Maybe by the end of this year, but I can't say for sure, Your Highness." Kinnon replied with complete sincerity, which naturally pleased Lucius himself. "Nevertheless, I would have to change some grounds, very clearly based on the Sutherlands, so that no one would sue Flash Robotics for unlawfully using Suther Frames Company developed. That alone would take at least a month to adapt the structure to the new foundations…"
"You will use the KPR-01 Mass as the basis and this design will ultimately be an evolution of the machines used by the Knights of the Purple Rose." Lucius cut him off unceremoniously, still staring at the machine's schematics.
Basically, the entire design of the HAK-00 was already reminiscent of the Tallgeese, but with distinct differences. Two features were the easiest to spot. The first and most important was the head of the machine, slim and with a solution not seen before in any known Purple Prince Knightmare Frame. A specific Factsphere Sensor, connected directly to the camera located in the viewfinder and with the ability to move or change from the standard view mode to the direct use of the Factsphere Sensor. The second noticeable difference was definitely more massive armor and well-armored lower limbs of the machine. Specifically, this was the area where the Landspinner Propulsion Systems were installed. The system itself, which ensures the movement of the machine, has been significantly improved and adapted to the larger armor in such a way that the Knightmare still has high mobility. The lesser detail was a tiny round spot on the left side of the metal torso, which was supposed to be a reflector and used if necessary to illuminate the darkness of the night should it ever come to a fight under such circumstances.
"Moreover, I want the parts for the KPR-02 to be compatible with the parts of the Tallgeese machines, in order to shorten the production process and avoid a situation where it might be necessary to open another assembly line. Excessive costs are the last thing he needs right now."
While it was quite a lot, it didn't embarrass the man as much as the mention of a new, official identification number for this type of machine. "KPR-02, Your Highness?"
"Indeed, Doctor Zimmad." Lucius replied with a smile, then turned to Kinnon and looked straight into his eyes, the glow leaking from his gaze seemed to fill the fifty-year-old man with new energy. "This is a great project that will be a special development of the Tallgeese series machines, so it deserves a change in the identification number."
Kinnon nodded in response, though secretly he was a bit displeased with the machine number change. "I see. So will the name itself be changed as well?"
"Yes." Lucius replied nonchalantly. "Origin could be extremely confusing for those interested, as the machine prototype will be based directly on previous machines. However, considering its function as a machine focused on dominating the battlefield and the possibility of using it in many roles, I think that the name Dom, or alternatively Deathtrooper, will be the most appropriate. Nevertheless, I'll let you choose."
The Doctor could only sigh, considering he was being presented with such and no other facts. He hoped to personally name one of the first machines of the seventh generation. However, he didn't have much to complain about, because at least he got the most important things for him, which were regaining the opportunity to conduct research on Knightmare Frames, receiving funding and returning in a blaze of glory to the world's most important military technology researchers. So all he had to do was choose the most appropriate name.
"I think Deathtrooper would be the most appropriate name for the machine because of the message it is meant to convey to the hostile empire." Kinnon stated in response, much to Lucius's satisfaction.
"Excellent." With these words, Purple Prince got up and started walking towards the door. "Your funds will be sent tomorrow to the bank account of your choice. Details, however, you will discuss with my secretary. I don't have time for such trifles, because I still have quite a lot of work to do when I return to Aries Villa. However, I am counting on a fruitful cooperation that will be beneficial for both of us, Dr. Zimmad."
Moments later, Lucius stepped out into the corridor where Sir Ciaran and Albert were waiting for him. It seemed that both of them were having a short conversation with each other, but at the sound of the door opening, they fell silent.
"Ciaran, we can go back to Aries Villa." Purple Prince announced, then turned to Kinnon's adoptive son. "You, in turn, can be satisfied. Your father and I have come to an understanding. The Institute will receive the necessary subsidies to continue functioning and work for me."
However, despite these assurances, Albert was not happy about this and blocked the Purple Prince's path. This happened to the complete surprise of the Purple Prince and the captain of his guard. No one has ever dared to show such a brazen disrespect, literally no one, and we are talking about even the most arrogant nobles of the empire, who often had great influence or a network of connections with the Empress Gabrielle la Britannia. Meanwhile, now, in front of these two stood a man of simple origin and without major achievements in life.
"Not so fast, Your Highness." Albert Zimmad uttered the standard courtesy reserved for members of the imperial family with contempt easily discernible in his tone. "For years you pushed my father around as you pleased, and now you make a 180-degree turn solely because of the demands imposed by circumstances?"
Anger was perfectly understandable in this case, and Lucius held no grudge against the man. Especially since there was no one else in the corridor who could pay attention to it. Thus, there was no need to punish this man for disrespect. Still, Lucius had no intention of denying himself this exchange. But before he could say anything, Doctor Zimmad spoke first, leaving his office.
"Enough of that, Albert." He spoke in an uncharacteristically stern voice, and looked with great intensity at his adopted son. "Prince Lucius had every right to be furious with me. Nevertheless, it doesn't change the simple fact that we came to an understanding together and old wounds were at least stitched up." With these words, he turned to Purple Prince and his expression returned to a beaming state. "Thank you kindly for your generosity and trust in me, despite our turbulent past. I look forward to fruitful cooperation and I hope that my genius will bring you glory and victory on the battlefield."
"I'm sure it will." Lucius replied with a small but haughty smile, then turned to the captain of the guard. "Let's go."
In an instant they both sprang to their feet as Albert moved out of their way. It took a few minutes of silent walking until they made their way through the empty corridors to the parking lot, the armored limousine, and started the return journey.
The first part went by the two without a word, as did the march to the limousine. Both Lucius and Ciaran were deep in thought and didn't feel like talking. Nevertheless, Lucius's return home was uneventful, and the main streets of Pendragon - most surprisingly and very rarely - were quite empty. It was so surprising that the streets of the city were blocked by huge traffic jams. Whether they are ordinary people heading to work, or maybe nobles, hurrying to meet their allies or to the companies they manage. The capital city was the headquarters for the management boards of the largest companies, conglomerates and corporations. Constant traffic on the streets of the city was more than inscribed in the nature of the Pendragon. After all, this day was an exception to that rule, for some incomprehensible reason.
"What are you thinking about?" At one point, Lucius decided to break the silence and asked the question without turning to face him.
Ciaran gave him a confused look for a brief moment, but gave him an answer. "Actually, I have quite serious and I believe fully justified doubts about his intentions."
"I understand your concerns, but they are completely unfounded if you look at it all closely." Ciaran looked at him questioningly, and Lucius, sensing it, continued. "I know what kind of person Kinnon is. He's one of those people who, above all else, wants to leave a mark on this world and in human history. His decision to leave me was actually dictated by his fear of the very likely end of his life. career, thereby losing the opportunity to go down in history."
With these words, Lucius turned to the Captain of the Guard and looked straight into his eyes. "Meanwhile, I believe I am only a means to his end. No more and no less."
Ciaran only seemed much more confused and questioned, which was completely understandable on this point. "In that case, isn't it sometimes unwise to give him such an important position as the lead designer of Knightmare Frames for Knights of the Purple Rose?"
Lucius didn't respond at this point, so Ciaran continued his speech. "Such a man is completely untrustworthy and should not be engaged in such an important task...
Evidently, the captain of the guard wanted to continue, but Lucius interrupted him with his usual nonchalance and calmness. "It's not your concern anymore, and I personally think that after all this time, you should put a lot more trust in my, at least usually, fair judgment."
Now Ciaran looked at him in complete disbelief, and the atmosphere in the limousine, between the two longtime friends, definitely intensified. "But Lucius…!"
Although the captain of the guard was on the brink of terror by this point, Lucius once again remained calm and incomprehensible nonchalance in the face of a potentially catastrophic mistake. This was motivated by the knowledge Purple Prince was able to acquire about other people, about their natures depending on their type and personality.
"We have no reason to worry, for Doctor Zimmad will not dare go against me." Lucius declared, with complete conviction in his eyes and tone of voice. Then he turned his gaze to one of the limousine's eyes overlooking the street of the big city. "He has already experienced the price of betraying Prince Lucius vi Britannia once. A man as smart as him would not dare repeat such deeds against me. Fully aware of the revenge I can exact on traitors."
"When you put it that way, it makes a lot more sense." Ciaran muttered under his breath, clearly enough for Lucius to hear. "Still, I still doubt whether this is a good idea? While the pressure to taste your vengeance can undoubtedly be great, rationality is not the main thing that drives people. At the crucial moment, Doctor Zimmad and his adoptive son may turn against you to stab you in the back once and for all."
"Unbelievable." Lucius stated in response, then proceeded to explain his of point of view once more, and looked at Ciaran. "My elder brother and Prime Minister, he taught me much about human nature. But I learned much more myself, and I know perfectly well that this mixture of fear and fulfilling his greatest desire will be more than enough to keep him by my side."
"If you say so, Luc." Ciran still seemed not entirely convinced of these arguments. "All this assuming your position doesn't deteriorate. I can imagine the number of your current allies who would run away from you at the first sign of your power collapsing."
Lucius chuckled arrogantly at his statement. "You underestimate me at all, despite our many years of friendship and knowledge of my intellectual abilities, my friend."
Cian gave him a rather unambiguous look. "I don't think my caution could be considered a lack of faith in your abilities, Luc."
"And yet you seem to think that my position is fragile, although you have never been interested in politics and its specifics." Lucius replied, and it was an open accusation.
Ciaran started to say something, but Lucius - not for the first time - was faster than him. "Over the years, I have done my best to ensure that my allies become inseparable from me. For example, the Britannia vi line and the Zabi family are bound so that if I fall, they too will fall."
"I think I understand Luc." Ciaran didn't seem to want to argue on this particular point, for the arguments left little room for argument.
"I'm glad, my friend." Lucius replied, then looked out the window once more at the streets of the city. It was also then that he realized how little they had left to reach their destination. "We are on Saint Darwin Street."
His statement was important because it was along this street that the residences of the princes and empresses of the empire were located. It was also one of the most protected parts of the Pendragon, apart from the Imperial Palace itself, right in the center of the city.
It was here, on Saint Darwin Street, that the most important intrigues and alliances throughout the empire were made. It was here that the real big politics took place that influenced the decades of history of the Holy Britannian Empire. After all, it was here that these dozens of coalitions were formed, before Emblem of Blood and the civil war in the empire. It was also in all these villas that the fate of the future of the great Britannian nation hung in the balance, which was still only vaguely outlined, without any details.
None of the city's politically savvy residents had the slightest doubt that the Emperor was getting old and would begin to weaken over time. Meanwhile, the only two people who had the power and visions of the empire for the next decades were Princes Schneizel and Lucius. Two allies, coalition leaders, and men of resources matched only by Gabrielle la Britannia and the old nobility gathered around her.
XXX
The Zabi family. Marquis Degwin Dhabi. His eldest son, Gihren. The younger brother of the heir, Dozle. The only living female member of the family and the younger sister of both brothers, Kycilia. And finally, the youngest member of the family, but certainly not the least important, Garma. A very interesting group, whose members, however, rarely formed a common front and remained divided among themselves. The exceptions were those situations where it became an absolute necessity to unite in the fight against a common enemy, or the interests of the Vi and Ei Britannia coalition.
To say that this particular noble family was anything but exceptional by imperial standards would be a gross lie. In fact, the state of affairs that prevailed in the Dhabi family was not unique in the scale of the empire. In fact, it would be quite common. It was not uncommon for family members to be at odds with each other and fight for power or to push through their own projects. The best example of this was from the very top of society, and that was the imperial family. The family, however, was only in name and often difficult to define, kinship. Regardless, however, the fact remained that the Zabi family was a little unique compared to the rest of the noble families of the Holy Britannian Empire.
Garma Dhabi, returned to the villa around nine o'clock in the afternoon after performing his daily duties for the Knights of the Purple Rose as the formation's Colonel in charge of logistics. This job, although undoubtedly very demanding of him, at times like this, when the core was located essentially in friendly territory, his job was mainly to coordinate transports with ammunition and general supplies, or spare parts for Knightmare Frames . There was rarely a need to coordinate deliveries of the Knightmares themselves under these circumstances.
On top of all this, however, came the question of the development of Knightmare Frames. Ever since Lucius made the deal with Doctor Zimmad, Garma had quite a few extra responsibilities involved. One of them was the need to coordinate the transport of some components that were produced exclusively by Flash Robotics. This additionally required maintaining a fairly large shroud of secrecy around so that no one would be able to obtain some extremely advanced technologies or components.
We should also not forget about another reorganization carried out by Price Lucius, in which Garma actively assisted. During the last operation, it turned out that the concentration of many thousands of soldiers and hundreds of pieces of equipment in too small an area does not bring the intended result in the realities of modern warfare. Or rather, it turned out that such a concentration of forces made the whole formation too rigid and not very flexible. For this reason, a new lowest organization unit has been introduced for Knightmare Frames. A squadron of 15 machines. Meanwhile, three squadrons and a five-machine command company were concentrated in a battalion. Fifty machines in total. Four battalions, a logistic regiment, a technical regiment and three mechanized infantry battalions were meanwhile formed into Brigades, totaling 2,500 soldiers, personnel and pilots. Four Brigades made up the entire 1st Corps. It was necessary to create a new command structure that would be appropriately adapted to this and could ensure the use of maximum potential on a modern battlefield.
However, apart from his daily duties, he was finally able to return home to meet either his father or his siblings present at the villa. Garma had no doubts about meeting his older brother, Dozle. As General Inspector, he had to travel all over the empire very often and make inspections. Sometimes these were garrisons in cities or bases nearby. Sometimes, an unannounced visit to the front line was necessary. Another time, Garma's older brother had to visit one of the factories or research centers of a corporation that produced armaments for the empire. Mostly, or at least that's what Dozle himself told his little brother, that for visits to research centers it was necessary to watch demonstrations of some new Knightmare Frames or other types of weapons. Especially now, after revealing to the world the sixth generation Knightmare Frames, used on a massive scale by the Knights of the Purple Rose.
Funny, however, were the insults at the constructors working on the new Knightmare Frames, which the Britannian Army could accept for service. Very often, Dozle complained about either the poor quality or the complete impracticality of the designs, much to the amusement of Garma's side.
But apart from the absence of his older and much-loved brother, Garma returned home in a very good mood and sincerely hoped that at least this time he wouldn't have to listen to another of the quarrels, between his eldest brother and his father, and sometimes with the addition of Kycilia, to this dispute .
Basically, the main subject of their dispute was the internal politics of the empire. By no means, however, was it strictly about state affairs and any of the specific policies of the empire. The main subject of their dispute was practically always support for one of the two princes of the empire they supported.
Garma was first greeted by the family butler, Pablo, who had worked for the Zabi family since the youngest member could remember. He helped Garm take off the dark purple cloak he was wearing and led him inside to where his father and eldest brother were supposed to be.
The young man on this occasion was also quite surprised by the absence of his elder and only sister. It wasn't that unexpected, though, as Kycilia, as a high-ranking OSI officer, had a lot of work to do. Although she herself never said much about it, it was not difficult to speculate about the nature of these duties. Intelligence and counterintelligence activities, fight against the enemies of the state, conducting interrogations. There was plenty of it, and much of it was strictly confidential, so she couldn't say much about it.
Shortly thereafter, and after passing through several late Baroque-style corridors, Garma and the butler reached the mansion's large garden, hidden in a huge greenhouse, in order to give the plants present the best possible conditions for growth. Whereas the vegetation was lush and quite exotic, at least by West Texas standards. There were numerous cypresses present, or even trees bearing cypress fruit. Basically, everything there was strictly focused on creating an imitation of a Mediterranean climate. It is useless to list all the plants placed in the greenhouse, taking into account their multitude and types.
Pablo merely opened the door inside and asked if he could help with anything. Garma dismissed him and rushed towards his older brother and father.
Marquis and patriarch of the Zabi family, sat on a large and plush armchair, placed by one of the windows. Meanwhile, Deputy Prime Minister Gihren was standing next to him, and it was obvious that the two had been talking for some time on an undoubtedly irritating question.
Garma approached them, his small-heeled shoes echoing across the garden. Both talking men noticed a moment later that the youngest of the whole family was approaching them.
"Garma, my dear boy." Marquis Dhabi spoke to the youngest of his children with great tenderness and joy, evoked only by the sight of his beloved son. "I'm glad you're back. We haven't spoken directly for days."
Garma stopped a few meters from his eldest brother and father and greeted them. "Gihren, father. It's good to be able to see you without the need for an electronic device."
"Undoubtedly, Garma." Gihren was the one who spoke, smiling warmly at his youngest brother.
If there was a non-political front where the rest of the Zabi family would be united and unanimous, it would undoubtedly be the case of the youngest member of the family. Garma was absolutely loved by his father, brothers and sister. Although the youngest felt quite silly about it sometimes, especially when Ciaran or Lucius made fun of him about it, he couldn't complain about being the golden boy and the favorite of the whole family. He could always end up like Gihren, forever at odds with his father and sister.
"At least now, we have enough time to ourselves." Satisfied with this development, the patriarch of the Dhabi family stated, then took a deep breath. "Nevertheless, I wish you had come a little later."
Garma couldn't suppress a giggle as soon as he heard the words that followed the sigh. "What is the crux of this another unproductive dispute?"
"Our arguments are not unproductive, Garma." Marquis Zabi replied with a slight scowl while Gihren chuckled. "Since you're here, though, I'll allow you to join this argument and express your views on it, although I'm expecting quite a response from you. Essentially, Gihren continues to push for a closer relationship with Prince Lucius, and full support solely for him. But Kycilia and I think it's unwise."
Gihren gave him an almost dispassionate look before deciding to respond. "However, I am fully convinced that in the current situation we are to support Prince Lucius with literally all the means at our disposal, but not to balance him and Prince Schneizel as you and Kycilia are now trying to do."
Degwin looked at him with disappointment written as much on his lips as in his eyes. "Even if it means unequivocally siding with one side and losing the ability to ensure your safety if one of them falls."
Gihren gave him a rather unambiguous and thought-provoking look. "Such a balance doesn't matter in the slightest at the moment. Our family is too closely tied to Prince Lucius for us to even consider withdrawing our support for him."
Seeing that he had their full attention and interest, he decided to continue. "We've supported Purple Prince too long, too much and too openly for us to back down or cut ourselves off in any way now. The best proof of this is that our family has been closely associated with the vi Britannia family since the time of the Emblem of Blood, thanks to which we were able to rise from commoners to nobility. Further years and support for Prince Lucius, especially after the murder of Empress Marianne, only cemented our position and image as supporters of the vi Britannia line. We have no choice at this point, or we will support Prince Lucius with all the resources at our disposal, or we'll try to balance him with the White Prince. In the former case, we can get a lot and be instrumental in his triumph over his political rivals, and he will beyond doubt not forget our contribution, especially since Garma is his good and old friend, otherwise we run the risk of destroying it completely on any major k political risk if we do not clearly take sides. Prince Schneizel, or Prine Lucius, has no third sensible choice in our situation."
His words hung over Garma and Degwin, and both decided to rethink the matter. While at first glance there was no good choice in this situation, it didn't stop either of them from considering it again. How could you lightly accept either of these two solutions?
Garma, though he was undoubtedly Lucius's friend and would do anything for him - if it was within reason, of course - if Lucius asked him to. After all, despite their mutual friendship, Garma also considered the interests of his own family. After all, also in this case he came to the conclusion that trying to balance is simply stupid.
"I'm afraid Gihren is right about this, and I'm not saying this as a friend of Lucius." The purple-haired young man replied, looking sideways at his father, who still seemed to be strangely thoughtful. "Either we end these fruitless attempts to balance, or the consequences in the event of the fall of the person with whom we are identified may result in the loss of everything we have at the moment."
"I see." Their father grunted loud enough for both of his descendants to hear. "Honestly, I'm trying to balance my support for Prince Lucius and Prince Schneizel, mostly because I'm afraid of losing everything I've achieved and won over the years."
"I understand you perfectly, father, and to some extent, I share these concerns." Garma answered him. Regardless, we only have one reasonable choice. Full support for Prince Lucius, and full use of our resources for his cause."
"I have to consider it, Garma." Marquis Dhabi replied, his mind clearly elsewhere. "I can't make a decision like that on the spur of a moment or two. Especially since this decision may irrevocably change our fate."
Despite such a declaration, Garma was almost 100% sure that his father would adapt to the solution proposed by his children. After all, Marquis Dhabi had a soft spot for Lucius and treated him almost like a foster son. This relationship was further enhanced by the fact that several of Purple Prince's recent birthday parties took place at a villa owned by the Zabi family.
Regardless, Garma decided to make sure his father made the right decision. "Not to mention the fact that in the Vi Britannia faction, Duke Alexander Krushevsky is starting to rise in strength. The affair between his daughter and Prince Lucius, and even their engagement before he left for Egypt, only strengthened the Duke's position in the faction."
The discussion of the topic continued for a few more moments between the trio. Maqruis Zabi continued to seriously hesitate while his children did their best to convince him to take a firm stand with Prince Lucius, though this time in a much less pushy and subtle way. When it comes to the art of word choice, here Gihren and Garma were real siblings with similar skills that worked to the former's advantage mainly due to his immense charisma. Garma, meanwhile, owed his skills definitely to being with Prince Lucius, who was always quite careful to choose his words closely to his own intentions.
In the end, however, the tired, old and beyond doubt bored Marquis decided to give in to them. "Fine! If that's what you want, I'll be ordering my associates today to start diverting more and more resources and information to the Vi Britannia faction. Are you satisfied now, sons?"
"Very much, father!" Gihren and Garma said it at the same time. It wasn't long before they both looked at each other and started giggling at the obvious humor of the situation.
Meanwhile, the old Marquis could only sigh angrily at their behavior. "I swear you guys are getting better and better coordinated year after year. Primarily in terms of political intrigue."
"Then you don't have to worry about the future of the Zabi family, father." Garma replied, looking at the old man with a smile. "Nevertheless, and in terms of domestic policy, has there been any significant change."
"Not really, Garma." Gihren thought for a moment, trying to remember any details worth noting, but there weren't many. "The Vi-El Britannia coalition continues to hold a wavering majority over our political enemies. First of all, I mean Old-blooded Nobility, led by Empress Gabrielle. Given the circumstances, the situation is stable and our coalition's position in the House of Lords is 37% of all MPs who are on our side."
"Slight improvement?" Garma asked surprised. "Last time, if I remember correctly, the Vi-El Britannia coalition was supposed to have 34% of the House of Lords on their side, while the Old-blooded Nobility party alone was supposed to have almost 30% on their side, while other parties the rest 36%.
"This is extremely late data, Garma." Gihren replied calmly, then a cold and calculating smile, very characteristic of Deputy Prime Minister Gihren Zabi, appeared on his lips. "Prince Schneizel and I have spent many of the last weeks working hard to gain new supporters thanks to your and Prince Lucius' success in Egypt. Currently, we have 37% of MPs on our side, while Old-blooded Nobility has 29% and other parties 34%. It is true that it is far from the state of the majority we desire, but it is still a definite progress."
Basically, while the empire might at first glance appear to be an extremely autocratic, brutal, and devoid of democracy or civil liberties monarchy, it was not. The reality in this case was much more interesting than it might seem.
The Holy Britnanian Empire has long since implemented the modern separation of powers, legislative, executive and judiciary.
Executive - as it is not difficult to guess - was divided, but not as it might seem. In this particular case, everything was divided between the Emperor, the Prime Minister and the Imperial Cabinet, and the Imperial Family. The emperor was the supreme overlord, the head of state, moreover, he had the right of veto over laws passed in the House of Lords, and the ability to issue Imperial Edicts or Imperial Commands. Moreover, the Emperor could - by law and previous precedent - appoint his successor, completely ignoring the order of candidates for the throne. Prime Minister, answerable to and elected by the Emperor, and could be dismissed by him. In addition, the Prime Minister was the head of the Imperial Cabinet, responsible for defining and conducting both external and internal policies, or he could appoint Viceroys of Areas, but in the latter, he always had to obtain the Emperor's approval. There was still the matter of the Imperial Family itself, but in this particular case the situation was quite ambiguous. On paper, members of the ruling house were at the top of the Holy Britannian Empire's social hierarchy, but actual power depended on the influence and power of a particular Prince or Princess.
As for the House of Lords, it was basically the only body of the legislature whose task was to create or amend legislation. It was a formation composed of 400 of the most important nobles in the empire, who were elected by the lower nobility to sit in the chamber. Not without significance was the fact that everything took place exclusively in Homeland, without taking into account the colonial possessions of the Holy Britannian Empire. The House of Lords, moreover, could appoint a committee to deal with specific issues.
The last element of the tripartite division, i.e. judgments. In this particular field, there was a division into National, Colonial, Regional, Municipal and Imperial Supreme Courts. They operated on the one hand on existing law and on the other hand on previous precedents. There were also appropriate divisions into military, criminal, economic, administrative and family courts. Judgments of the courts could apply to literally everyone, and the judges had immunity, legally guaranteed by the Emperor himself. The only people who could truly claim to be above the law are the royalty and the Emperor.
"I see." Garma nodded at this, then his eyes widened as he remembered the one thing he wanted to discuss with his father and eldest brother. "With this conversation, I almost forgot to tell you that Lucius is throwing a party tomorrow at Aries Villa, for all allies, friends and selected relatives, all from four in the afternoon until ten. Our family has also been invited, and I wanted to ask you, will you come?"
Gihren and Degiwn glanced at each other, then the latter decided to answer as soon as possible. "Unfortunately, that won't be possible, not on my part at least. I haven't been feeling well lately and our doctor has advised me to rest as much as possible. Even now, most of the work related to our construction companies is handled by Gihren."
Garma gave his older brother an incredulous look, to which he only nodded quickly. "Gihren, you just earned more respect from me than before."
"Why would you? he asked, slightly surprised and undoubtedly confused, as if he had not expected to hear these compliments from his lips at all. "Managing our family business ventures while serving as Deputy Prime Minister and dealing with politics is not as difficult as it sounds."
Garma was confused by his comment, because something this big couldn't be as simple as his older brother's tone of voice seemed to suggest. "How can you manage so many coalition people, resources and politics so effectively without being considered something special?"
Only then did Gihren understand why his youngest brother thought it was something special and smiled knowingly. "It's not difficult when you understand that the most important element of leadership is not effectively micromanaging subordinate structures down to the smallest detail, but delegating responsibilities among subordinate people. You have to put the right people in the right positions for their skills and encourage them to give their best."
There was a short silence after the end, after which Garma blushed a little with embarrassment, so that Gihren and Degwin understood everything immediately. After all, the former was completely confused by it.
"Just don't tell me you haven't learned that element of leadership and in command of the Knights of the Purple Rose's logistics, you've tried to manage and oversee everything down to the smallest detail?" When Gihren fully understood that his youngest brother was trying to do something so irrational, he practically couldn't help but slap his hand straight across his forehead. But he didn't get a chance to say anything.
"Don't be too hard on him, Gihren." Old Marquis Dhabi interjected seriously, looking at the youngest of his offspring. "Each of us has a long and often unpleasant road to travel before finally gaining some wisdom in life. You weren't the slightest exception to that rule, and neither was me, Dozle, Kycilia, and now him."
Although the eldest of the Marquis Dhabi's offspring was clearly furious at his words, he swallowed his pride and returned to the actual topic of discussion. Specifically, the question asked by Garm. "I'm going to be there, and to be honest, I'm doing it mostly out of duty. As heir to the family, I must be present at the reception of our most important political ally."
"Speaking of which, who will actually be there?" Degwin asked, out of pure curiosity.
Garma thought for a moment, intending to recall literally every detail he remembered about the matter. "From what Lucius told me, the Prime Minister and his Assistant, Kanon, are supposed to be there. Beyond any doubt, Lady Monica Krushevsky, Duke Alexander Krushevsky, Princess Euphemia and Britannia will also be present. It is possible that all the cream of the most important commanders from Knights of the Purple Rose and more will appear. If circumstances permit, the Knight of Three, Sir Gino Weinberg, will also arrive. Interestingly, the former Princess Marrybell mel Britannia was also invited."
The aforementioned teenager was one of the most interesting and colorful examples in the history of the imperial family. Basically, several days after the deaths of her mother and sister in a terrorist attack that was suspiciously similar to the successful attempt on Emperss Marianne's life, given the success of both assassinations and the Emperor's dismissal of the investigation. Apart from this issue, it was the then Princess Marrybel who got before the Emperor asking for an audience, during which she demanded explanations on this issue. It was not even the slightest surprise to anyone present that the Emperor dismissed her requests, but then something completely unexpected happened, and one that will undoubtedly be remembered for many long years.
Princess Marrybell drew her one-handed, elegant, but still dangerous sword - hidden under her dress - and began to demand an explanation. As if that wasn't enough, the two guardsmen sent against her were easily disarmed and slow, and only the intervention of the Knight of One ended this brief scene. The Emperor himself, although amused by the whole situation and pleased with the courage of one of his daughters, reprimanded her for too much bravado, and then unceremoniously removed her position as Princess of Britannia. Gihren and Degwin were present at the incident in the throne room, so they both knew all the details.
For a moment, Garma wondered if he'd forgotten something, then mentioned one more person who was supposed to be there, actually two. "The Emperor was also invited to the party, according to tradition and custom. If His Majesty showed up at the party, which I personally highly doubt, then the Knight of One and the rest of the Knights of the Round who are present at Pendragon would also be there."
Gihren waved his hand dismissively. "Your doubts are completely justified and true in my opinion. It is well known to all concerned and with the right connections to the circles of power that in the last few years His Majesty has begun to withdraw more and more from the affairs of state and is becoming only a figurehead. Me and the Prime Minister have successfully filled this gap. Simply put, the actual executive power of the empire is in our hands."
Degwin leaned back in his chair and was clearly trying to gather some thoughts on the subject. "Well, on the one hand, it's good news for us, because we can gain even more power. On the other hand, it is a sign that the Emperor's position, and perhaps his health as well, is deteriorating and a fierce power struggle may soon begin."
Gihren on one of the few occasions had to agree with his father, and added a few thoughts of his own to it. "That black clouds and a storm are approaching our empire is a sure thing. Nevertheless, how to survive it, or how exactly to behave, is an unanswered question at the moment. All this despite our plans to weather the storm and get out of the situation in one piece."
None of the other two interviewees objected to such reasoning.
AN: Hello dear readers, I am honored to present you another chapter. I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Many issues have been raised here. Britannian politics, empire system, division of power and central authorities. What I wanted to do here was to present the Holy Britannian Empire in a much more realistic way, similar to what I did with United Europia.
By the way, I want to inform you and the new Knightmare Frame for Knights of the Purple Rose. Some of you thought it would be Zaku, but it's not and some of you have undoubtedly already guessed it. The KPR-02 Deathtrooper is actually a version of the MS-09 adapted to the technology shown in the series. Its also my favorite Mobile Suit from Gundam UC timeline.
That's all for now and I wish you a good evening, see you in the future.