Capital Suarez, the kingdom of GallimardMonths after the invasion of Capital Suarez.Lindor 15, 679 BG | September 15, 2021,1341 hours
In the sanctuary of the opulent cathedral, behind its massive doors that closed off these divine halls, people sought solace from the outside world through prayer, worship, and repose. The Northern Empire had achieved its aim of expelling the inhabitants of the southern continent after three hundred battles. What remained now, with the church gone, was nothing but rubble. With a purposeful stride, he moved toward the extensive mass of debris, directed by his commander, who sat alone in the cathedral, making his way toward the statue of the revered Man of God.
Cloaked in a voluminous robe, the man advanced slowly towards the capital, taking in the scene and observing the multitude engaged in prayer and slumber. Some prayed silently, while others wept. Despite their victory, it seemed more like a surrender, as they chose not to oppose the commander who had seized control of the castle.
Standing behind the commander, he remained silent, his gaze fixed on the statue. The weariness from the past fifteen days guarding a small castle was palpable. He mulled over the provisions from his vice commander, his expression unreadable.
"Fifteen days for such a minor capital?" he mused, his curiosity piqued. "I wonder what the high parliament was thinking, telling us to seize a kingdom that seems hardly worth the effort."
The vice commander grasped the captain's discontent with the situation, understanding how the defenders' calculated delay in sacrificing their soldiers appeared as a strategic move for imperial expansion. This motive had been underscored by the empress and the High Church's unyielding resolve to eliminate anything non-human.
"As for our forces," the vice commander reported, "we've determined that we lost approximately 3,100 men and a few pieces of artillery during the siege due to their use of magic to counter our advancements."
"It's understandable that these barbarians lack knowledge of cutting-edge technology. We owe gratitude to the deities for granting humanity an understanding of technological progress. It's prudent to inform your officers that we'll advance towards Elijah's borders once the imperial guard arrives. Meanwhile, ensure your regiment rests; we want everyone fresh to avoid any stragglers getting caught up in combat."
The captain respectfully acknowledged his commander's request, bowing in deference before receiving further orders, ensuring no information had been disclosed.
"Captain, there's more," the commander continued in a composed tone. "Duke Phihhena Dhikzotl has conveyed the need for your immediate presence at a meeting regarding the impending Elijah invasion in the camp."
Upon hearing his subordinate's request, the commander rose without saying a word as the captain respectfully waited for him to proceed. As they both stood and walked together towards the capital, the commander observed the ruins once more. It seemed a tragic waste for their troops to have perished for such a modest capital. Smoke lingered in the air, rising from the remnants of traditional buildings, while the debris-strewn landscape bore witness to the amassed casualties.
The man hanging from the noose, bleeding from gunshot wounds, was none other than the monarch himself. The cheers of his soldiers echoed as they marched past. The commander paused, inspecting the scene closely, and the captain followed suit. The sight was shocking—the brutality of the Duke of the Infantry Division laid bare. Without a puppet ruler in place, the risk of rebellion loomed ominously. The display of the dead monarch served as a grim warning, fueling the commander's concern.
"Have you ever considered the possibility of rebels continuing to fight within this capital, even with the presence of the imperial guard?"
"Possible, but unlikely. Frankly, I admire their resilience to resist even after their king's demise. The imperial guard has also brought the current prince here to oversee ongoing operations. It leaves us questioning whether they'd even dare attempt."
As they ventured beyond the capital's walls, the captain discerned his commander's stance. The landscape revealed their soldiers diligently establishing vast encampments. It seemed that, for the time being, rest was the most prudent course of action for the men.
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Duke Phihhena Dhikzotl’s Headquarters Camp,1st Imperial Division, 1400 Hours
"If you truly believe that's effective, I must advise against it. The mages beyond Elijah's borders would have something to say about our tactics!"
The Duke's response resounded loudly to the recommendation offered by her officers. Many, gauging her tone, took her words as a firm disagreement. A senior officer promptly stepped in, offering an apology.
"My sincere apologies, Duke Phihhena Dhikzotl. It was merely a suggestion brought forth by the 3rd 'Blacktails' Calvary recon. I had thought a full-out push to the capital's walls would ensure a swift resolution."
"I'm well aware that the battle for the Suarez Capital has exacted a heavy toll on us! Reports indicate that we bore the brunt of the losses among the armed forces dispatched by the nobility. Let's hope the goddess blesses us not to repeat such mistakes, especially considering your proposal for an aggressive drive that proved unsuccessful previously."
The emergence of their current commander, Duke Phihhena Dhikzotl, into the scene was marked by her vehement reprimand. Also known as General Phihhena Dhikzotl or the "Queen of War," she ascended to prominence in the Empire following her father's demise. Her prior success before the ongoing invasion stemmed from her unyielding leadership; among the Five Imperial Generals, she was hailed as the epitome of excellence, albeit also known for her unyielding stubbornness. Though neither the commander nor the captain had witnessed her berating her officers before, it was deemed a significant moment in her illustrious career.
As they entered, she scrutinised her officers intently, her gaze lingering on them. Upon facing General Dhikzotk, her expression shifted to one of contentment, pleased to see her higher-ranking commanders following her directives. Her glare at the two officers was swift, and she promptly gestured for the one she had been addressing to return to his seat.
"Commander Guzohr Kharus, I bring good news. We'll depart this capital once the Imperial Guard arrives; they've confirmed their arrival by dawn."
"Understood, General. I had already instructed my men to rest earlier, anticipating an earlier departure. However, preparations for Prince Cersobleptes Tinatina's arrival need to be made. We should attire ourselves formally."
"Understood. I hadn't anticipated his visit amidst a city in ruins. However, I haven't arranged for my formal attire, and I won't alter my dress code for the occasion. Kindly inform His Majesty that I won't be present personally for the time being. I'll direct the 3rd Artillery and the 1st Wyvern Squadron to mobilise early at the borders shortly." Because he had nothing to object to, the captain agreed to her requirements. Shortly after, he inquired as to the purpose of his required appearance.
"General, what attire should I prepare for my appearance?"
"Well, commander," she responded, "early reconnaissance from the 3rd 'Blacktails' Cavalry and reports from the insider spies of the 21st 'Blackhound' mages have uncovered some intriguing intercepted information."
As the commander and captain stepped back to listen to the 3rd Cavalry's report, a fully armoured woman emerged. She bore decorations and metal adornments on her chest plate, emitting a pronounced clank with each step. With a purposeful entrance, she presented her findings, holding a scroll.
"We conducted scouting on their forces. Apart from certain internal issues, we observed that they've amassed around 100,000 troops in a nearby castle in the province near the borders. Predominantly archers and spearmen, at best."
"Are there any specialised forces within the Elijah forces?" Commander Guzohr Kharus inquired.
"Not much. We did spot a few of their mages and some cavalry, but nothing too extraordinary. Those long-eared folks seem fixated on archery and magic. We're confident in an easy victory. It's good to note they don't seem to possess any exceptional resources," the scout relayed confidently. "General Dhikzotk and Commander Guzohr Kharus believe Elijah won't last more than a few months. They don't anticipate much resistance in advancing over the capital during combat. Even with their long-ear specialists, their advantage appears limited."
Despite receiving this report, an inkling of something missing nagged at them, prompting an immediate inquiry for further details. The 3rd Cavalry recon had hinted at something intriguing. After passing on the initial report to her subordinates, she handed over another scroll, and with a glance around the room, she captured the attention of General Dhikzotk and Commander Guzohr Kharus. The anticipation grew as she revealed something astonishing.
"Units from the 2nd Lilith Black Maidens reported finding some flags near the capital, though the details remain scarce. However, the 2nd Lilith Black Squadron Leader has brought their gathered information. Should I allow them to present it?"
General Dhikzotk acknowledged the request with a nod, authorising the entry of the 2nd Black Maiden's unit for assessment. Exiting the tent, Dhikzotk turned her attention to her officers.
"Do you think it's possible that Elijah might be concealing something from our forces? If I recall correctly, both the 2nd and the 4th Imperial Armies will be joining us for this conquest," she pondered.
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Commander Guzohr Kharus responded, "Yes, unfortunately, the 2nd Army has been grappling with supply shortages, rendering them ineffective in combat. This leaves us solely with the 4th Imperial Army."
Upon hearing Kharus's report, the general burst into laughter, her joyful expression filling the tent.
"Hah!" she exclaimed. "Figured as much!" Returning her attention to Kharus, she shared her thoughts.
"That's what I suspected," she retorted. "General Svugfald Bullforce is a dumbass of a leader who consumes his own force's rations to the point that he's too much of a fatass to see his shortcomings! His units within the 2nd Imperial Guard have been the cause of unnecessary casualties due to his struggles in invading a small country in the Far East, for the goddess's sake."
"That imbecile needs to step down from the army. If Svugfald Bullforce isn't part of this operation, I won't waste my valuable soldiers on his units."
The officers shared a chuckle at the passionate outburst, recognising the intensity of the general's emotions. Commander Kharus, known for his stubbornness and reliance on his officers, understood her sentiments well, having an uncompromising approach to leadership that relied heavily on his team's input.
"Well, the prince is due to arrive tonight. You might request Bullforce's dismissal due to his combat incompetence," Kharus suggested.
"Not possible," the general replied. "His leverage comes from being the son of the former duke who once ruled the empire. With the return of the imperial family to power, his status is considerably elevated. His position as a general instead of merely a prince or a young noble leaves me wondering about his true intentions."
"Frankly, I couldn't care less," she continued. "I'd prefer him to perish in combat or refuse my assistance when needed. He's unfit for a general's role and doesn't command my respect."
Before tensions escalated further, a slender figure emerged in the tunnel. Cloaked in a dark grey cloak and a snug bodysuit, she knelt and announced herself.
"I'm Gad Mermus, Captain of the 2nd Black Maiden's Unit," she saluted. "I have just arrived from Elijah's capital to report on our recent findings."
The arrival of Gad Mermus eased Commander Guzohr Kharus's concern, alleviating the need to manage the general's mounting frustration. All attention immediately shifted toward the young woman, including that of the general, who appeared pleased that her comrades had returned. Gad Mermus began to disclose something of significance, piquing everyone's interest.
"Indeed, we've been gathering intelligence within the capital and intercepting military communications to aid our forces in the upcoming siege, piecing together valuable information," Captain Gad Mermus began.
"The reports from lower-class peasants within the nobility's circle suggest that the defenders within the capital are mostly composed of 2nd-grade units. Interestingly, the bulk of their elite forces are stationed at the border, leaving mainly conscripts and some mercenaries to protect the city."
The officers' reactions were immediate and loud upon hearing the report. Questions and remarks filled the room. "2nd-grade units defending the city? Deploying inexperienced soldiers while keeping their best forces at the border? It's a recipe for disaster!" exclaimed one officer. General Dhikzotk herself appeared surprised by this strategic choice, questioning its wisdom.
"Please continue, Captain Gad Mermus," prompted another officer, eager to hear more.
"Moreover, we've confirmed that Elijah is the last bastion yet to fall under imperial control. Several exiled kingdoms, along with their reigning majesties, have rallied there, joining forces with numerous refugees and defectors, coalescing within the kingdom of Elijah to resist our advances."
"How many soldiers do you estimate are within the capital?" General Dhikzotk inquired.
"My apologies, General, but I cannot provide an accurate count. Our arrival in the capital occurred just a week ago, so our gathered information mostly stems from leaks or observations," Captain Gad Mermus replied.
The general appeared somewhat disappointed by the limited intelligence they'd acquired. She voiced her concerns directly to Gad Mermus.
"Thank you for the information, Captain Gad Mermus. However, it seems much of what you've obtained echoes prior reports from your regimental commander or others. If the Elijah forces themselves to possess any pertinent information, that would be invaluable."
Gad Mermus sighed deeply. "General Dhikzotk, the Elijahian forces may lack the composition of our troops, yet their information security is robust. Despite spending a week within the capital, we encountered few sources willing to divulge their forces' details. Nonetheless, we've managed to obtain something rather significant that might meet those requisites."
"Get on with it," General Dhikzotk urged, her attention fixed on Captain Gad Mermus. The captain, in turn, turned towards a peculiar sight—a glowing magical sphere. The officers and everyone present around the table were immediately intrigued. It seemed they had acquired one of the Longear's magic orbs, distinguishable from their own, as many of their orbs bore designs starkly dissimilar to this one.
As the orb transformed, contorting into an amorphous shape resembling an image, an eerie, distorted image emanated from within. Gradually, it displayed a flag—a flag like none they had seen before. It boasted stripes of red, white, and blue, adorned with no fewer than fifty stars, gliding over a specific nobleman's residence in the capital.
The officers were immediately captivated, murmuring among themselves at the sight unfolding before them—a flag of Elijah. Their allies, perhaps? The peculiar design left many confused, wondering what lay in this revelation. General Dhikzotk and Commander Guzohr Kharus exchanged curious glances, pondering the significance of this display. Eager for clarification, Gad Mermus pressed on.
"The nobles provided information from our intercepted communications. They refer to the flag as the United States of America—a country beyond the great portal," Gad Mermus explained.
The revelation triggered a response far milder than shock among the officers. Many regarded the notion of a nation from another world as ludicrous. Some voices cried out in disbelief, questioning the plausibility of such information. "A nation from another world? This is preposterous! I've heard that opening gates to another world are beyond the High Church's capabilities."
Amidst the escalating chatter, Captain Gad Mermus observed the reactions, aware of the scepticism surrounding her report.
The first to react was General Dhikzotk, emphasising the importance of credible intelligence. She wasn't particularly pleased with the report.
"Given our current situation, His Majesty will be arriving at this devastated capital to assess the 2nd Imperial Division's progress. It's likely he'll join this event. The last thing I want is to burden the royalty with news about a nation from another world," the general remarked, clearly concerned.
"Stating the fact that we're just a week away from our forces advancing towards the Elijah border, I'll assign reconnaissance missions for your unit, and your unit leader needs to be briefed on it. Captain Gad Mermus, I don't want a bullshit report next time, and I sure as hell don't want your rear end being toyed with by my 2nd-grade reverse corps. Those guys haven't had any action in weeks."
"My apologies, General! I won't provide such reports again! I'll move swiftly starting tomorrow!"
Captain Gad Mermus swiftly bowed before exiting the tent, leaving behind a room filled with officers questioning the legitimacy of this supposed United States of America, a nation that seemed to have appeared out of thin air to aid a beleaguered country. For most, it was an absurd concept to entertain, but for Commander Guzohr Kharus, a faint curiosity arose within him. Throughout history, he'd heard tales of nations appearing unexpectedly, leaving an indelible mark on the world they entered. His thoughts wandered to the musket rifles utilised by his empire, bearing the legends of a man from another world and serving as the empire's standard issue. Deep in contemplation, the general rose to address everyone within the tent.
"That is all, everyone; you're dismissed for now. Except for you, Commander Kharus."
As the other officers exited, the general gestured for them to leave, signalling the end of the lengthy meeting. With the tent finally emptied, General Dhikzotk and Commander Kharus shared a brief but awkward glance, quickly averting their eyes. From her small deck, the general retrieved a bottle from her winery cellar and, without much ceremony, posed a question.
"Care for a drink?" The general offered, presenting a bottle of well-aged wine. Commander Kharus smirked in response. "Well, don't mind if I do."
Her chuckle followed his reply as she handed him a chalice filled with exquisite aged wine. They raised a toast and swiftly downed their drinks, sharing satisfaction in the silence as they reminisced about old times.
Amidst their recollections, she laughed, "Remember that moment during His Majesty's wedding?"
"Hey, don't pin that on me for what happened back then!" he exclaimed with a chuckle. "Honestly, I was more focused on the food they had than the wedding itself. I had just returned after handling those rebels from the eastern side of the city," he joked.
"Back then, it was a relief not to be stuck in this godforsaken kingdom, munching on two-week-old salted meat. Damn, my diet's gone to hell," Kharus remarked, lamenting the culinary situation.
"Fortunately, His Majesty's paying us a visit to check on our progress. Let's hope it comes with something in return—a reward for enduring all this," he added optimistically.
Commander Kharus and General Dhikzok found themselves revisiting Gad Mermus's earlier revelation. Kharus entertained the idea, believing in the empire's bestowed power granted by the High Church to create such gates. As the commander of the 2nd Imperial Division, he naturally deferred to General Dhikzok's leadership. However, the notion of gateways welcoming visitors from other planets was met with scepticism by Dhikzok, who dismissed the tale.
"Do you reckon Captain Gad Mermus is speaking the truth about this 'United States of America,' a nation from another world?" Kharus mused, casting a cautious glance at the general. They pondered whether their long-ear allies might possess the means to open a gate, allowing aid from a nation situated far across the divide.
The commander fell into a momentary silence, her thoughts consumed by the idea, causing her wine to spill as she drifted into contemplation. Her gaze fixed on Commander Kharus until she abruptly snapped back to the present.
"We may wield 5th Tier magic, but the concept of opening gates is confounding, Commander. We're soldiers, not princesses waiting to be rescued by someone with a small dick," she scoffed. "These are tales from a fairy tale realm," she muttered. "Just because a bunch of longears claim so, we're expected to believe that what Gad Mermus described is nothing but a foolish report."
As Kharus noticed the lateness of the hour, he excused himself, bidding his inebriated general farewell. He glanced back before departing, a bit taken aback to see her now with three empty wine bottles, far more intoxicated than before. "I'll take my leave, Lady Dhikzokt. I'll prepare for tomorrow," he announced, although he was met with silence from his drunken superior as he exited the tent.
Walking away, he contemplated General Dhikzokt's dismissal of the concept. However, memories from his childhood flashed in his mind—a man cloaked in camouflage amidst a landscape dominated by machinery. Despite his non-noble status, he had gained respect among fellow soldiers for his astute strategies. When General Dhikzokt had advised him to surrender, he trusted her counsel, recognizing the need for a new era and narrative in those circumstances.