Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Chapter 6: Control

...—Capital of Latva, Kingdom Forbrenne—...

...—11 June 1238—...

The scorching sun once again rained down on the Latva capital, which has been engulfed in a cloudy atmosphere over the crown.

The economy deteriorates, there is a high scarcity of basic goods until prices skyrocket, the population was overwhelmed by the worsening situation since the King was killed at the hands of two countries that had come out of the Lemane— Confederation the official name of the joint state of the Kingdom of Lethiel, the Kingdom of Mana, and the Kingdom of Forbrenne.

Even for a wealthy resident who lived closer to the district where the mansion of the nobles was located, they really wanted to stay away from the royal palace as well as the mansion of the nobles because he was really worried about his safety.

Despite the tense circumstances, none of the four princes showed their fangs, each waiting for the other party to make a wrong move, until the party could be finished off easily.

The four princes certainly understood the implications of carrying out political maneuvers first. Although the party that initiated the maneuver could corner the other three princely factions, it only had military strength, funding, soldiers, as well as slave— - a major pillar of Forbrenne—'s limited military might.

Doubt struck their hearts, each prince could only tighten his vigilance, until a letter from the various noble houses arrived on the hands of each of the princes of their factions.

MAAM!

"Low bastard!" The orange-haired strapping youth who was about 25 years old hit the face of the reporting knight with all his might, very upset by the news contained in the parchment sheet he had just read.

Yes, the news of the Arestia Empire embargo against the Forbrenne Kingdom, the insecurity of the merchants— who became the supply of staple materials from the Natrehn Region and Lethiel— Kingdom became the reason for the situation of the kingdom that is not conducive.

Under cover for suppressing the nobles of Forbrenne, Ares expressed concern over the safety of the merchants who were its residents and other countries, causing them to not allow them to access Arestia's border with Forbrenne.

The second prince of the Forbrenne Kingdom, Ruon Elsac von Kreat, became the object of fear for the servants as well as the knights who were in the room.

His breathing was rough, his body was covered in sweat, Ruon released her anger which had been soaked for months to a knight who had just reported to him.

"You, tell all the princes! Stop the hostility for a while!" Pointing at one of the guard knights who was near the door in anger, Ruon shouted loudly.

"Ba—baik, Your Majesty!" Not only did he feel panic, the knight was extremely afraid of his life as it could be killed at any moment. Despite that, he remained lowered in his head and immediately left the room.

"Sad." Ruon clicked her tongue, stepped back towards her desk, sat down while picking up a piece of parchment in annoyance.

While leaning back, Ruon took a deep breath, trying to win herself over and stared at the parchment sheet in her hand.

You lowly bastard, how could a low caste dare to go against us?

Perhaps, only the capital and the surrounding area were still unrecorded.

If this continues, the country could be destroyed.

"Dam." Ruon squeezed the parchment sheet with both hands, throwing it deep into the corner of the room.

The knights and servants could only fall silent, which was no different from the reaction of the subordinate nobles, although they also felt the same annoyance as Ruon.

Geck.

Geck.

Geck.

"Sister." A loud knock followed by a shout rang out from behind the door, making Ruon frown, very lazy to interact with the princes for a while.

Even so, Ruon was unable to reject her call, moreover she was very surprised by the reaction of her sister—the fourth prince of—who swiftly contacted her, "Let her enter."

Immediately, the powerful footsteps of a red-haired young man wearing a huge red robe approached the place where Ruon was sitting.

The 18-year-old fourth prince and Ruon's half-brother, Filipe Dire von Kreat. His body looks weak, his face is accompanied by fatigue, although his gaze feels strong to the point.

Filipe lowered his head lightly, a form of respect for his brother, even though the relationship between the two was being strained.

"What brings you here, Filipe?" Ruon's gaze was disgusted, the words she conveyed contained great reluctance, hoping that Filipe would leave the room immediately.

"Great enemies are eyeing the kingdom." Firmly, Filipe immediately entered the core of the conversation.

"You mean, the damned Emperor was the cause of the trouble that led the lower castes to revolt?" ruon asked, a hint of disapproval contained in her tone.

"Yes" answered Filipe briefly.

"How did you know that?" Ruon again laid her body on the back of the chair, momentarily closing her two eyes slowly.

"Please think back. There is no way the common people can carry out a rebellion at once in many major cities unless their movement has been structured" Filipe said.

"So, you mean, the empire served as a meeting point for the commoners?" reply Ruon ketus.

"Most likely," said Filipe.

"Impossible. Try to use your brain." Ruon answered ketus, folding both of her hands on the table, "Although their military is strong, how can a newly established country be able to organize a rebellion in another country?"

Filipe momentarily fell silent, his mind opened due to Ruon's cynical reply. Despite that, though, he was unable to digest how commoners—which incidentally even iron weapons such as swords and spears are a legacy of their predecessors—can have weapons and carry out massive rebellions in many major cities of Forbrenne.

The two of them immediately came to a conclusion that was very likely to happen.

"Syly change Gardom." Ruon answered with vengeance, and agreement was engraved in Philipe's mind, "I will surely avenge Florentia."

"What will you do?" Filipe asked with a frown, "Think, the advice that Big Brother said is correct. This is not the time to fight each other, many Forbrenne cities have fallen."

"Do you want a temporary alliance?" Ruon asked in a judging tone.

"Yes." Yeah." Filipe answered quickly.

Ruon was silent, closed her eyes, momentarily thought what she should do ahead and slowly reopened her closed eyes, "I will follow your play for a while. As my good faith to you, a snot boy, do not take your eyes off the Oldest Son or we will be ruined."

Ruon did not mention her brother, the First Prince of the Kingdom of Forbrenne, as her brother, who was very different from her relationship with Filipe despite both being hostile to each other. As with Filipe, Ruon also hated her brother so much that she did not want to acknowledge him as a brother.

"Why? Although I don't want to admit it, I am more wary of you than the First Prince in the struggle for the throne. To me, he is nothing more than a greedy pig" replied Filipe.

"Idiotes. Therefore, he will use any means that are even taboo for us to get rid of the other three princes. Do you remember him putting a slave necklace around the Justice Minister's neck and raping his wife and children? Also, don't forget the three knight orders that are currently on top of his palm," Ruon said.

"I know." Filipe tightly clenched his right hand, greatly upset by the First Prince's oversized military might compared to the other three princes after being reminded by Ruon, "I assume you agree. A knight of mine will come to see you later."

"Yes, go." Ruon indifferently retorted.

"Good day, Brother." Filipe slightly lowered his head in respect, turned towards the door and hurried to finish his other affairs.

Looking at the door where his sister had just come out, Ruon let out a heavy sigh, feeling tired of the situation that was now no longer controllable.

"If you're going to die, choose someone among us to be the heir to the throne, Father Idiot."

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