Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Chapter 28: Worry, Part 1

...—Capital of Excelia, Arestia— Empire...

...—26 August 1238—...

"fast."

Only one word can be said from both lips of Ares when looking at the scroll of parchment which is the message of the Queen of Gardom Kingdom, Florentia.

Ares understands Excel's mental instability when it comes to his children, a result of his dark past. In fact, Ares is a little confused as to how he should convince Excel if a political marriage is a reasonableness.

Ares certainly did not consider his children as mere tools. The strong desire that all his children can live what they themselves want is a great hope for Ares, who is someone who has lived in the modern era.

As a member of royalty, there must be times when he is required to choose a choice that concerns the future of his country.

However, after looking at the contents of the letter sent by Florentia, the other party in his writing is very consider if the "child" is just a tool.

Reflected from some cooperation offer points before the "engagement" point." Cooperation to build military outposts along the strait that borders between the Kingdom of Gardom and the Arestian Empire with the Republic of Ecasia, cross-trade which makes Gardom as the main point of distribution with cheap customs reciprocity, making Gardom, until a military agreement where the two countries provide assistance to each other if a war involving one of these countries occurs.

"How do you respond, Your Majesty?" Sitting face to face with him, Warren displays a serious face, not once considered if the problem that befell him is just a trivial problem.

Ares put the parchment scroll back on the table while laying down his body. For a moment closing his eyes, Ares let out a heavy sigh.

"Don't you guys make my schedule even more congested?" Ares smiled wryly, but his gaze felt piercing.

"This is Old Man Joergen! Not my fault!" Warren defended himself, his face looking panicked.

"It's okay. Marquis Kolvich's choice I think is right." Ares stepped out of his chair, stepping into a window that featured a wide view of the Excelian capital from high ground.

The atmosphere of the sky is bright, feels a little hot due to the blazing rays of the sun. Economic activities and many people who pass by can also see Ares from his place on foot.

"Hey, Warren." Ares called out, his tone sounding quiet.

"What's up, Your Majesty?" timpal Warren, astonished by the reason of his former classmates who suddenly changed the atmosphere of their conversation.

"What does Clarice mean to you personally?" Ares muttered, his gaze that looked at the capital felt lonely.

"Why are you asking me about it?" Warren tried to twitch.

"Jawab only," Ares said quickly.

"Maybe..." Warren lay himself on the back of the chair, his gaze fixed upon the ceiling of Ares' private office which had no one but the two of them in it, "Gener?"

Engraved wry smile. Ares understood that Warren did not understand the meaning of the question. Despite that, Ares did not continue in the direction of his conversation.

"To be honest, I'm confused as to how to deal with Excel in the future. Not that I consider my children as political tools, but I also understand that my successors are most likely to have a political marriage." Ares said.

Warren was pensive for a moment. Even for Warren, after seeing Excel's behavior a few days ago, she found it hard to express her intentions of also wanting to marry off her daughter, Clarice, to the First Prince, Raze.

Moreover, there is an unwritten promise that the Emperor and his descendants will certainly make the House of Francois a Duke or Archduke family in the future.

"Why not try to bring your child's partner closer naturally so they can like each other?" Warren tried to give a suggestion, which was immediately replied with a very striking answer.

"Oh, something like Clarice did who often played with Raze?" Looking back at Warren, Ares displayed a wry smile.

"Ba—how can—"

"I know?" Ares interrupted Warren's words by completing his sentence, "It's easy, your movements and Ann's very fast are quite easy to read, you know?"

A twitch was seen on one of Warren's eyelids. He never thought that Ares—, who is known to almost never come out of his office and play and watch his children's actions, could find out.

"Well, I don't mind if you do it even when my son is 2." Ares lightened up the atmosphere, "After all, we've been intending to raise your house's rank."

"Ah, briefly. Do you want to accompany me to Hauzen City to inaugurate the Merchant Guild?" ares asked, his face pleading.

"No. I have so much work." Warren retorted quickly, his tone sounding very lazy, "And also, didn't you order me to simplify the state's shopping mechanism?"

"Hehe."

"Don't even say 'hehe.'" Lazily, Warren hit back while getting up, momentarily bowing deeply in homage to Ares, "Ah, right. Ann wants to meet in person."

"Hm? What's up?" timpal Ares, a little confused.

"Not knowing." Warren shrugged both of his shoulders.

"Is that so? Well, tell him if I'm gonna wait for him here" Ares said.

"Thank you." Warren once again lowered his head, left the room and returned to his office which had many parchment piles.

Looking at the door before him that had just closed, Ares let out a light sigh, "Young people should indeed be taken advantage of."

The terbesit thoughts that are very thick will the practice of colonialism in his mind makes Ares moment pensive, "Hmm... Should I open an apprentice recruitment in the palace for the students of the academy? If it's not wrong... Joergen said something to add to the experience for the students yesterday..."

If you think back, is not the modern era more thick practice of colonialism than the medieval era?

If it is in this century, I can only take the children of nobles and knights because they have a high social standing.

If it was in the modern era, it would already be unstoppable anymore.

Thinking about various strange things while completing his work, the sun rose, a sign that Ares' work was very much, he said, moreover, he had just left it in a few weeks until there were many parchments that were mountainous when Ares entered his private office.

Geck.

Geck.

"Your Majesty, Mrs Ann has been here." One of Ares—'s guard knights who was in charge of guarding the door outside the room—knocked, reporting Ann's whereabouts.

"Come in" said Ares.

Click.

The door opened, Ares' eyes were fixed on the figure of a woman with a long brown-haired adult appearance that characterizes the figure of the mother.

However, a large frown appeared above Ares' forehead due to the presence of a round-faced girl of about 15 years old who had short dark brown hair that was right behind Ann.

"Thank you for accepting our request, Your Majesty." Followed by the girl behind him, Ann looked down deeply.

"Sit there." While pointing, Ares got up, towards the two sofas facing each other with a table in between.

"Thank you, Your Honor," said Ann, following Ares.

Ares sat face to face with Ann as well as the girl who had previously been behind him after finishing the formal greeting.

"Your Majesty, please introduce, she is my younger sister who is still at the Count's house, Fiona von Reckless." Following Ann's words introducing herself, Fiona once again lowered her head.

Cloudy-faced, Ares does not understand what Warren's wife and close friends at the Academy wanted. Moreover, with a lot of his work still piling up, Ares intends to finish this conversation quickly.

If Ann wants to make her sister my wife, let's refuse directly.

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