Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Interlude: Beginning

...—Arestia— Empire...

...—8 January 1239—...

News of the attack on the capital and the border city that hosts the three-nation conference has spread widely. Not only the nobles, priests, and knights, as well as the merchants and travelers, even a farmer living in a small town was aware of the news.

The truth and the cause of the incident is not clearly stated, there is not a single head of state who gave a word on the incident. Be it a declaration of war, to the utter regret or sorrow of the grief experienced by the four royal families, Arestia; Gardom; Lourentz; and Levene.

Each had its own power group, both in the eastern continent where the influence of the Renacles Empire was firmly rooted, in the central region where the Holy Empire of Alven and the Arafant Religion dominated, he said, ecasia regulates most of the distribution of goods and sea traffic because of its territory that connects the east and west of the world.

Everyone has realized, the impact of events some time ago, the fourth block of the world has emerged, strengthening its position as a party in opposition to the east and the center. Even so with the heads of state, they strengthen their intelligence on all the things that Ares will do, in addition to being aware of opponents who have been feuding with them since long ago.

"Boss! The boss! What are you going to do with this?!" A large-statured figure with thick hair and beard came to the large man sitting on the large chair with annoyed steps.

Thorgils of the Western Tribe, a former chieftain who is now a member of the Northern States Advisory Council, one of the vassal states of the Arestian Empire whose rule is run by the leaders of the northern tribes.

No different from his bushy beard, his long red hair gave off a stocky impression, similar to someone with "viking" in Ares's previous world. Even so, the clothes look beautiful, the stature is neat, fragrances can be smelled if not far from him, very far from the impression of "dirty" like a viking as in the stories told.

Thorgils took the sheet of paper handed to him. The seal did not show the imperial family crest, making Thorgils slightly wrinkled when he learned that the one who sent him the letter was the Francois Family.

Thorgils' forehead wrinkled slightly, sensing something bad had happened. Unlike thick parchment, paper is very thin, Thorgils was very careful in reading the letter.

Slowly, the two gazes of Thorgils moved, getting faster to the bottom where the last word was.

"What's going on, Uncle?" The figure of the white-haired horse-tailed lady sitting not far from him asked, concern evident from her slightly wild face.

Astrid, one of the top government officials and nephew of Thorgils who is now the wife of the head of state, Alfr, a man Ares saved after his entire village was slaughtered by one of Natrehn's three great generals, Zelhard.

Thorgils immediately stood up from his chair. His great military attire swung slightly, appearing an expression of annoyance painted on the look on his face.

"We're going to war." Everyone was momentarily stunned by the words of Thorgils, not spared by the expression of Alfr— - a black-haired intelligent-looking man who was also the grandson of the Chief of the Intelligence Bureau, too, Eina—who had just entered the office because she heard Warren send her a letter.

"Tung—"

"Huh?! What happened, Uncle?!" Astrid interrupted her husband's words.

"The capital of Excelia was attacked by eastern rascals, some members of our chief's family have been slaughtered." Thorgils' words caused an angry reaction from the people who heard him.

Some were seen immediately rising from his chair, some only showed expressions that were no different from the Thorgils. Not without reason, Ares has given a lot to them, especially Ares who does not expect the slightest reward for all his efforts in improving the barbarians' standard of living, both in terms of economy, science, science, until health.

In the northern hemisphere where the barbarian tribes lived, a large city with many magnificent buildings had been in a stage of development that could be said to be nearing completion.

By relying on the amount and power that barbarians have, coupled with seemingly limitless funding, building a medieval metropolis in less than three years is no nonsense.

Grand houses and government buildings have stood firmly in the city center, public facilities such as hospitals and primary schools that facilitators brought in from the major cities of Arestia also did not go unnoticed, beautiful gardens with lakes and small rivers are also places where barbarians can spend time, although functionally almost all public facilities have not been able to function optimally because of weather constraints and massive development activities.

Hearing this, Alfr— - the person with the best judgment and the brightest person among them— - also showed a slight expression of annoyance. However, Alfr did not want to act in a hurry, Alfred was very confident that the news received by Thorgils was only a sign for the preparation of the war, which will most likely be done within the next one to two years.

"Wait on! We haven't received any orders to fight!" alfr objected.

Including his wife, everyone turned their faces to Alfr with an ugly expression, as if looking at a lump of dirt on a street corner.

"What are you saying, Leader?!"

"We must avenge the chieftain!"

"Don't you know what 'reply' is'?!"

"What are you afraid of, Leader?! The barbarians from the east are just a bunch of rats under the soles of our feet!"

Insults, insults, objections, all bad words were thrown at Alfr, who could only see the state officials with difficult expressions.

"It turns out my daughter's father was just a coward." Astrid scoffs at her husband, looking at Alfr contemptuously.

"Shut up!" The cry of Thorgils stopped the scolding that hit Alfr.

Thorgils stepped heavily, approaching Alfr intimidatingly, a sharp expression that he showed as if not allowing Alfr to escape.

"Say something that's on your mind, My Nephew's Husband." Thorgils did not call Alfr "Leader," deliberately to demean him and to put his position lower.

Alfr took a deep breath for a moment, calming down so as not to be provoked by emotions, "Note, this is no longer a war on a tribal scale like a few years ago, but on a state scale. We will definitely use those advanced weapons and the number of enemies ranges in the hundreds of thousands. I firmly believe that His Majesty's implied intention in the letter is an order to prepare within a year."

"Pregnant? How dare you call us unprepared for war" Thorgils replied with a grunt.

"That's not what I mean!" Alfr raised his voice, "More easily, Your Majesty is waiting for the right time to launch an attack!"

"Yes!"

"Wooohh! Revenge the chief!"

"Let's war! Crush their skulls!"

Shouts, loud cheers, the atmosphere of the room was instantly fiery. Their subconscious has influenced, the barbarians are actually saturated in development, although they remain eager to do so as it is new and concerns their future lives.

"Prepare yourself! After sunrise tomorrow, we'll go south!" thorgils said in a fiery manner.

"Wooooooohhh!"

Everyone got up, leaving the room with Alfr who could only stand dumbfounded.

I'm sorry, Your Majesty! Thousands of troublemaking fools will be moving towards the capital!

In solitude, Alfr can only regret his actions, which are unable to withstand the folly of his subordinates.

Inside a magnificent palace far from the northern side of the continent, Ruon—King Forbrenne— looked at the pile of papers before him with a heavy facial expression, as if he was experiencing acute level stress.

"Your Majesty, a letter came from the capital." Call Lara—an old lady trust Ruon who is now the butler of palace—did her concentration.

For a moment, Ruon fell silent, processing her suddenly stalled thoughts, "Huh?"

"Please." Lara placed the letter on Ruon's desk and bowed deeply before returning to her place in the corner of the room.

With a little fear, Ruon ventured to open the sealed paper of the Francois Family emblem, hoping that the burden of work inflicted from the capital would no longer add to her suffering.

With careful and quick reading, the direction Ruon's gaze moved, her eyes instantly opened wide as she reached the end of the sentence.

Isn't this news a sign to prepare for war?!

Bu—is this not my chance to take a vacation from this fucking job?!

Although I feel a little guilty for being happy when I heard the news of His Majesty's children's death, I must seize this opportunity!

"Haha!" A bright instant expression, Ruon pitched her head and laughed loosely as she spread her hands out like crazy, "Lara, I'll go to the capital three days from now!"

"Eh?" Not only Lara, the officials, the knights, all the listeners were greatly shocked at Ruon's spontaneous statement.

"Well has something happened, Your Majesty?" Lara asked nervously, judging Ruon's attitude as very unnatural.

BRACKET!

Ruon got up, pounded her desk loudly in relief at being able to leave her job, "It's okay, I just have to show my face to His Majesty so I can return the favor to him."

"If it is like that, I am happy to hear it, Your Majesty," said Lara, holding her chest with a relieved face.

At that time, no one in the room would have thought that their master would make a request to Ares to invade the Kingdom of Gardom.

No different from the tumultuous circumstances that befell the nobles who were in the major cities throughout the country, the Hauzen Trading City was in such a state.

Loic, who was sitting side by side with Elsa, stared at the letter that came to him elaborately. Not without reason, the sealed letter of the House of Francois contains not only news about the death of Milly who is also a cousin of Elsa, but also, but also the medium and long-term plans that Ares will do in the next few years.

Kartal money.

With gold mine ownership and gold and silver deposits in his pocket, Ares and Warren assess that this is the right time to expand the currency product that will replace gold as the main medium of exchange.

As a bank governor, Loic is required to know the plan. However, Loic and his wife do not understand the reason for Ares's actions.

"What do you think of this?" Elsa looked at her husband with worry.

"To be honest, I don't understand this very well. It's just.." reply Loic.

"Just?" elsa Timpal.

"Replacing a medium of exchange with something else is very difficult, especially if it involves international transactions where other countries do not necessarily recognize this as a legitimate medium of exchange..." Loic's attention remained fixed on the paper before him, the great worry he had to make his forehead wrinkle.

Elsa hooked her hands together, clasping tightly to each other in hopes, "I hope you didn't make the wrong choice."

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