Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Chapter 3: First Goal, Forbrenne

...—Excelia, Arestia— Empire...

...—3 July 1238—...

Taps.

Taps.

Taps.

The figure of a woman with silvery armor climbed the hall of the palace followed by several military attaches behind her. A very beautiful adult face displayed a firm expression, her long white hair was beautifully scattered, the hallway she had just stepped on was fragrant due to the fragrances that smelled from all over her body.

Margrave Ginnes, Governor of the North, Kristin von Ginnes.

Right after successfully quelling the rebellion of the illegitimate prince—because it does not have the name "Kona" that accompanies his name—Kingdom Natrehn some time ago, Kristin visits the tomb of her Master and childhood friend who is also a prince who can legally succeed to the throne, Wilhelm von Runel Kona Natrehn, with deep nostalgia.

Victimized by the Crown Prince's coup against the King, a bit of sobbing accompanied Kristin's visit due to deep memories with him.

Kristin knew she had to step up. Some marriage proposals have been within the grasp. However, he could not forget the memories of his childhood that made him not accept the proposal. Moreover, to a man who had once cared for her affectionately before her.

BRACKET!

"Your Majesty!"

"Tap before you enter the room, you idiot!" Ares got up from his desk chair, painting a vexation over his face at Kristin's behavior just breaking down his office door.

Kristin is not flinching. Similarly to the knights who followed as well as the doorkeepers of Ares' room, they had given up on Kristin—'s demeanor which could no longer even reflect the attitude of a great noble.

In revenge for feeling given a false hope, Kristin can hardly be formal to Ares— - an Emperor— except only at an official state event.

"And also, make a report if you're going back to the capital!" yelled Ares annoyed.

"The rebellion has been crushed!" Not one bit concerned with Ares' words, Kristin knelt, her head bowed with reverence.

One of Ares's eyelids twitched. There was a feeling that the more days Kristin's attitude towards him was getting worse, making her very headache.

Dukes.

Ares sat back down, held his head with his right hand and sighed heavily, "If you report, I will prepare the throne room in order to officially give you a gift."

"Oh..." Remembering something she was supposed to do, a hint of regret appeared in Kristin's mind, making her slightly haggard, "Right as well."

"Huh..." Once again, Ares let out a heavy sigh, but this time he greatly hardened his voice, feeling very exhausted by not only Kristin's attitude, but also against the increasingly heavy workload of the day.

"Well, do that for later. So, how was the conflict in the Forbrenne Kingdom?" Nonchalantly, Ares shifted the subject by returning to his office work.

"Four princes have been building up each other's military power. Some of them have contacted my aides at the border for a request for cooperation. From the reports I have received, it is certain that the conflict will not heat up until the end of next winter." Kristin gave a straightforward report.

"Hmm... ruler of a small country that has many children, eh?" Unknowingly, Ares glanced at little Kristin, "So... why don't you imitate her, Old Virgin?"

Ares smiled wryly, but his right hand held firmly the Rapier grip that was currently under his desk.

There was no one in the room who did not feel the gripping atmosphere, feeling very cold just because of the appearance of a small frown on Kristin's forehead.

In contrast to expectations, a faint smile was engraved on Kristin's face, leaving Ares, the bureaucratic nobles, as well as the knights in great astonishment.

TRANGS!

Kristin quickly threw a small knife from behind her body. Even for the knights of the emperor's guard, no one knew if Kristin was hiding a weapon, which Ares immediately fielded to the ceiling of the room.

Ares was a little scared, he dared himself to look at his desk by looking broken.

Seeing a knife sticking out of the pile of parchment he had just worked on, Ares immediately went up in black and got up by pounding the table, "Oi! What are you doing, you idiot?!"

"Don't make fun of me! I will definitely get married someday! Of course, with a better man than you!" Kristin shouted in annoyance, uttering a very disrespectful word.

The guard knights who were inside the room were about to approach Kristin to remind her and take her out of the room, but their steps immediately came to a halt due to the faint signature Ares showed.

Feeling extremely futile, Ares took a heavy breath, immediately turning his face back to seriousness, "So, how many soldiers are ready to be moved at the border?"

"100,000 soldiers at three vital points of the Forbrenne Border. Main power, infantry." Kristin replied firmly, as if the dispute between the two a moment ago was a lie.

Hmm, that's more than enough...

Is it time?

If it's like this, let's hand over the Florentia messenger to Excel.

He also has to work.

Receding back in Ares's mind was the situation of the Arestian Empire which, over the past few months, had often been a rebellion. Not only came from the Natrehn nobility, but also from the nobles who were once affiliated with the Rowling Kingdom.

Ares understood, he had to act to clear things up. Using military campaigns, Ares was able to consolidate his influence and stop the foolish actions of the nobles.

Loyalty to the Aubert Family with mutual benefits could not make them submit obediently. Although he did not really want it, if this situation continued, Ares understood that he was required to use the last way.

A fear.

The Kingdom of Forbrenne was a suitable casualty for Ares' military campaign. Moreover, since the assassination of the King due to both hands of Sieg—King of the current Lethiel Kingdom—the agreement of the royalties of Forbrenne to determine the successor to the throne has not happened.

"What do you think, Governor of the North?" Ares stared right into Kristin's eyes, asking for her implicit assessment of the military campaign she was to undertake.

"I think this is a good time, Your Majesty. However, the Forbrenne— Army"

"Dominated by slaves, I know." Ares interrupts Kristin's words, leaving Kristin shocked to silence, which Ares is known to have never once come into contact with the Kingdom of Forbrenne except for a letter.

"Tomorrow morning, come to the throne room. I will give you a gift and a decree" said Ares.

"Are you going to lead the army directly?" Kristin turned to Claire— sitting on the desk chair that was right next to Ares— and found him shaking his head quickly, "Aren't you so unexpected as to leave the capital?"

Ares had a restraint, a very small number of members of the Royal Family of the Arestia Empire, making him unable to move freely wherever he went.

"It's okay, there's no need to worry." Ares glanced at Claire who was sitting on the desk chair right next to him and found him back at work in a panic, "After all, I will master Forbrenne in just three weeks."

"Eh?" Claire immediately nodded, her brain unable to process the words Ares had just uttered, which was no different from the reactions of the other nobles.

Kristin's forehead wrinkled. Even for him, a great military noble, it was highly unlikely to take control of the Forbrenne Region in such a short time, even though his territory was small for a country, "Is that it... is it possible?"

"Yes, I will prove not only to you, but also to the other nobles, Forbrenne will be ruined by a nightmare that a nobleman really does not want to experience" said Ares.

"What...that?" kristin asked, slightly scared.

A wry smile was etched on top of his face. Once again aware of himself now living in the middle ages, Ares intends to show the nobles something that can undermine their power in the future.

"People's revolution."

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