If you somehow have managed to get your hands on this book, I congratulate you.

You must either have broken into my room in the castle and stolen it, meaning you're a master thief now or acquired this long since my passing. Whatever means you've gotten it you're reading the Diary of I, newly appointed Royal Treasurer Robert Geouef of house Greenwich!

I have decided, since I've come this far, to keep a diary with my ascendence to the Royal Treasurer of the Kingdom of Luthern. I don't know if I will continue this Diary in the future, or I might drop it in a month.

Oh well, enough of this preamble.

Thursday, the Twenty-third of April, 1464 of the Imperial Calander.

I've ascended to the prestigious position as the Royal Treasurer of Luthern, thanks to my political manoeuvring.

Father would most likely scoff at me, taking up this post, to be a servant of such a remote kingdom in the uttermost north of the known world.

Being in the service of a King is still being in the service of a King, regardless of how powerful or influential he is.

Just on my first day, a few hours since I started work officially, King Phillipe II of house Luthen. He informed me to secure enough funds from the royal treasury to organize a grand festival for the birth of his third son, Adolphus.

I didn't even know the overall situation of the treasury, so I spent most of the night reading over the notes of my predecessor.

I somehow managed to scrap aside about two hundred gold coins, and another hundred if something went wrong, but I was up all night and need sleep now after I've written this.

Monday, the Second of July, 1464 of the Imperial Calander.

I have returned my little book, at last!

I didn't have any chance to write since I was organizing the grand festival as well, I don't know why King Phillipe II put me to it and not someone more experienced, but I digress.

After the grand festival was over I got send out on a trade mission to the Kingdom of Idano.

Travel there was uncomfortable, to say the least, I tell you! Their roads were bumpier than normal, and not to mention poorly maintained in an endless downpour.

The only blessing throughout the trip was when we got the chance to invite a small group of travelling Priests, which I invited to join us till we went separate ways when we reached our destination.

The food was sufficient, fairly spiced and moderate amount of meat with a good enough wine from the south.

After we held talks for two weeks straight, I got to know the royal family and their treasurer.

I succeeded on a deal that lowered the price of grain two third the normal price, while in exchange lower the price of iron by twenty-five per cent to them.

The joke is on them though I have to say.

We produce enough iron to equipt a rebel force more than ten-thousand thrice over, to my estimates from my calculations, with weaponry and antiquate protection.

So, King Phillipe II accepted my proposal I sent back home by a bird, for cheaper grain it is an acceptable price to pay for the expanding population of our people.

Not much has changed here at home, other than harvesting season soon approaching.

Delicious soft bread.

I can stick my teeth into soft bread, instead of hard bread meant to kill a person if you collide it against the back of the head.

The year 1464 of the Imperial Calander.

Friday, the thirteenth of July.

Nothing of importance has happened since the last time I wrote in this diary, unfortunately. I apologize there has been one noteworthy thing that happened!

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An unusual merchant had set up shop in the local market square, selling his goods. That in itself isn't that uncommon, not by any stretch of the imagination.

No.

It was the items this merchant sold that were strange, and quite colourful. One such item on display, within a white tubular container, he mentioned it being a map of the whole world.

I highly doubted it, at first, with the eastern lands not being explored, and the southern deserts being unconquerable to map, and the great western ocean being endless.

He opened the container, pulling out a very flat cork-like thing out without any problem, and showed me.

Has he rolled the map out across his blanket on the ground, displaying various different colours with strange letters on top what I assumed would be nation states, with the general shape of what looked like to be Europi in the middle of the map.

What was more interesting was that this map depicted a large landmass to the west, the same size of what Europi was shown on the map. He told me this was a very rare map, and it was only one of its kind, which I couldn't help but agree with how much it must've cost to have this map made. Even if it's just some vanity project of some noble, which I think it might be, I still must say it's a beautifully drawn map.

I bought this map for a gold coin.

A gold coin normally would be ludicrously overpriced, as a map is worth about twenty-two silvers. But the uniqueness of this map may be an interesting object to possess, I think at least.

Maybe I can gift it to the King?

The year 1464 of the Imperial Calander.

Friday, the Third of August.

The King accepted my gift of the map and displayed a curious interest in it, I am pleased.

But, unfortunately. I also have bad news to inform.

Sickness has spread throughout the capital of New Aiev, with people not able to retain solids and liquids inside their system.

Thankfully, while I still am fearful, it hasn't spread into the castle just yet. From what I've managed to hear so far, from hearsay and such. Is that the water might've been poisoned by some foreign agents, or elements not found of the Royal house.

The healing magic done by the Priests and Nuns has thus far proven insignificant, only lightening their suffering. Even the Regional Bishop's magical powers only managed to make a person retain their ability to withhold liquids, but not solids.

I'm thankful that the sickness hasn't infected the castle's water supply, separated from the general public.

I only can hope it'll subside soon, or may God embrace his children in heaven as we join him in his Kingdom.

The year 1464 of the Imperial Calander.

Tuesday, the fourteenth of August.

Great news!

The Priests have managed to find a cure for the sickness, a small concoction of different non-magical herbs and magical ingredients.

It also seems to be the case that they have managed to slowly de-contaminate the water source, giving the people fresh water to drink once again.

There are still cases sprouting up in the city, and people are still dying by the hundreds a day. But, thank the Lord, we have a cure against this pestilence send upon us by whoever wanted harm onto us!

The year 1464 of the Imperial Calander.

Tuesday, the twenty-ninth of October.

My dislike for the high seas has been found, spending two months in the moisty and damp cabins below.

It's constant rocking back and forth, together with the salted air, made me have this constant sensation of my world spinning as if I'm being thrown across the sea by some giant.

I've just gotten home from another journey to another foreign kingdom, and another trade deal. I wonder if my position, which I am thankful for, shouldn't have been named Diplomatic-treasurer with the amount I'm travelling.

King Phillipe II had gotten a letter from some kingdom across the Baeltos sea, Kingdom of Petoltich which we share with them, about possibly arranging a trade agreement with them. Of course, since I oversaw the last trade deal and it being my job, I got send to figure out the more detailed aspects of this deal.

A ship journey after my arrival was greeted with their Lord treasurer, a Pe-something with a strange sounding name.

Thankfully, before my departure from the homeland, I brought a translator with me.

We engaged in small talks on our way to the castle and enjoyed a well-prepared dinner for us, befitting of someone of my statue.

The next day the Lord Treasurer invited me to walk through the royal gardens, lush greens with exotic flowers and trees the eye can see. I accepted this invitation to walk through the garden, thinking it'll be a good way to start our trade deal talks.

We came to an agreeable term, them buying Lutheran lumber while they paid in silver. I would have wanted they paid in gold, always wanting the best deal for my sovereign, but I digress.

Just as I was bound to leave the Kingdom, and if I remember right, a day before. The populous broke out in a full-on peasant revolt, tired of the deviant monarch and his arbitrary nobles.

I was captured, together with the nobles and the King, and forced to look on as noble after noble became a head shorter.

I only managed to escape this fate by luck, getting the keys to my cell and over-powering the guard, because the guard to oversee the cells had over-indulged from the former king's wine cellar.

I snuck out of the city, having changed into peasant clothes I stole, and spend the next month on horseback and ship to get back home.

I finally arrive at the gates of New Aiev, overfilled with joy to see familiar walls, as I rode up to the gate. After having proven that I am who I am, having kept my Royal Treasuer ring and checked its authenticity, I got escorted to the castle by two guards.

The day after that, today that is, I informed King Phillipe of what had conspired the day I was to depart and up until yesterday.

I informed him that I request an escort next time I'm out, as to not repeat this whole ordeal. Or have them come to use for a change, and not have me risk my own hide.

Anyway, I should call it a day. My eyes are becoming unbearably heavy, and tomorrow is going to be a long day.

May the almighty bless me with strength and vigour.