The morning sun cast a warm glow over the breakfast table at Shikihime's estate, where Shikuro had begun sharing not only dinners but also breakfasts. During one such meal, amidst the clatter of dishes and the soft morning chatter, Shikuro broached a significant topic. "What do you think about moving to my palace? The castle and offices are closer, and it would save a lot of time traveling. We could also consolidate our security and work more closely together."
Shikihime paused, her spoon halfway to her mouth, genuinely taken aback. "You want me to live in your palace? Your residence?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
"Yes, why not? We're to be married in the spring, and it's a duty regardless. Making this move sooner could save us time, especially when we don't know how busy we might be later," Shikuro responded, his tone practical.
Shikihime pondered the proposal. It was a significant move, requiring considerable preparation and adjustment. A part of her wondered about his motives. Was he trying to inspect her estate? What hidden agenda might lie behind such a suggestion?
As she contemplated, Shikuro, sensing her hesitation, smiled and said, "If it's too problematic, then never mind. I don't mind coming here daily."
Shikihime, seeking clarity, asked directly, "Will we share a room?"
Shikuro's smile broadened playfully. "Definitely, I plan to 'eat' you daily from now on." Seeing her expression shift, he quickly added, "It's just a joke, don't look so troubled by it."
Shikihime's response was sharp, her mind racing through the implications of such a jest. "No, surely you understand how a 'used' royal would be treated. That's a poor joke considering my position."
"I apologize, I meant no disrespect. Of course, you'll have your own room, connected to the attendants' room, meeting all royal standards," Shikuro assured her, his tone sincere.
After a moment's consideration, Shikihime agreed to the move, surprising everyone in the room, including her attendants. She hadn't consulted anyone, her decision seemingly spontaneous.
"However," she added, "can your palace accommodate an additional 200 people?"
Erik, one of Shikuro's advisors, was quick to answer. "Theoretically, yes. Practically, no."
"I want a say in the security, at least concerning my quarters and any agenda related to me," Shikihime stated firmly.
"So be it," Shikuro agreed. "The third house within the palace grounds is currently empty. It can host nearly 300 people. That means more from your crew on the Kraken can move there, allowing for rotation and some time off. Kage can manage that."
Shikihime proposed a counteroffer. "I want 50 in the palace itself. The Kraken always needs a crew of 100 on board; the rest can then enjoy some days off."
Shikuro nodded in agreement, but Erik protested. "My lord, we cannot compromise your security. Having unknown soldiers and personnel in the palace questions its integrity and shows disregard for your personal safety."
Shikuro met Erik's concerned gaze. "I disagree. Recent events have raised questions about their competence. If they had performed their duties effectively, the princess wouldn't need an additional 500 people here. Once they find and prove a traitor among them, I might reconsider. Until then, a different perspective on security might be beneficial."
As the preparations for the move to Shikuro's palace began, the atmosphere at Shikihime's estate was a flurry of activity. Among the busiest was Kage, who took it upon herself to oversee the logistics of the transition. In the midst of this bustle, Shikihime convened another crucial meeting in the estate's secluded council room.
With a grave expression, she turned her gaze to Rin and Haru. "I have a mission for you both, one of utmost importance and danger. It could cost you your lives. Will you assist me despite the risks?" she asked, her voice laden with the seriousness of the task.
Without hesitation, Rin and Haru knelt before her, their loyalty unwavering. "Just say the word, my lady," they replied in unison, their commitment evident in their posture and tone.
Shikihime, though accustomed to commanding risky operations, felt the weight of responsibility heavily. "Once your armors arrive, you are to depart for the Stardust Kingdom and establish a covert operation. Make contact with the Black Sun Company," she instructed, handing a sealed letter to Rin. "This contains a request for their cooperation and additional funds. You'll have ample resources for travel and setting up your base. Take two guards each. Your objective is to uncover information about Isabelle, and interests in both the Iskaldt Rike Realm and the Kurayami Dynasty. I expect discretion. Assassination should be a last resort, and your base must remain undiscovered."
Rin and Haru, still kneeling, acknowledged her command. "Your will be done, my lady," they affirmed, their voices resolute.
"Ensure independent reports from both of you, established through separate channels," Shikihime added. "This is crucial for the integrity of the information."
Haru, looking up, inquired, "Can we choose any guards? What about Minato, Akalune, Haruto?"
Shikihime pondered for a moment before responding, "Take Haruto with you. I cannot spare all my strongest guards at once."
"As you command," they replied, accepting her decision.
Kage, who had been observing the exchange silently, spoke up. "Avoid frequent contact with the Black Sun, and never meet them together. Operate as individuals, not a group." She paused, her voice firm yet tinged with concern. "And don't you dare die. I'd rather not add to my memories of lost comrades."
Shikihime offered a rare smile, "Survive. Should you be discovered, flee. You have my political backing. This is our chance to avenge what was done to us, to Mai, and to my sister. If you gather enough intel, I'll request the Abyss fleet's assistance."
The room was charged with a sense of gravity as Rin and Haru rose, their expressions determined. The mission was set – a covert operation of immense significance, laced with danger but vital for their future strategies.
The preparations for the transition to Shikuro's palace were proceeding smoothly. However, just as Shikihime and her retinue completed their move, two important messages arrived. The first announced the imminent arrival of the Crown Prince of the Iskaldt Rike Realm, accompanied by High Admiral Ryo, in three days. The second message brought news that their new armors would be delivered the following day.
This news cast a shadow over Shikihime's spirits. The arrival of the armors meant that Rin and Haru's departure on their dangerous mission was imminent. The thought of losing two of her trusted friends, who might not return, weighed heavily on her. She knew she needed to discuss this with Shikuro, but the thought was a burdensome one.
***
Yoru, moving alone through the dimly lit corridors, sensed she was being followed. Deciding to confront her pursuer, she continued walking, her steps echoing faintly in the stillness. As she approached a split in the corridor, she deftly adjusted her pace, silencing her footsteps.
Her follower, realizing the sudden absence of sound, paused, his movements cautious. He checked one direction, then the other, finding no trace of Yoru. Deciding on a path, he proceeded, only for Yoru to strike swiftly from the shadows, rendering him unconscious with a precise blow to the head.
The man was heavy, too much for Yoru to move for interrogation. She quickly took his dagger, cleaning it thoroughly to avoid any poison, then artfully disheveled her hair and made a shallow cut on her arm. Placing the dagger in the man's hand, she let it fall to the ground, crafting a scene of self-defense. Taking a deep breath, she let out a piercing scream, "AAAAAAA HELP ME!!!! ASSASSIN!!! HEEEEEEEELP!!"
As she sat against the wall, panting heavily, guards soon arrived, drawn by her cries. Yoru, with convincing tears in her eyes, claimed that the man had attempted to kill her and that she had inadvertently incapacitated him in self-defense.
The guards, while comforting her, noted that the man was only unconscious. Amidst the growing commotion, Sora arrived, demanding a quick briefing. After a short explanation from one of the guards, she declared that the man would be interrogated by their team, as this was an attack against the Dynasty.
The guards, initially hesitant, complied with Sora's directive, remembering their orders to adhere to requests from Shikihime's personnel. One of them hurried off to report the incident to Archduke Shikuro.
Yoru, maintaining her act of distress, watched as the man was taken away for interrogation, knowing that this unexpected event could unravel layers of secrets hidden within the castle walls.
The incident at the palace had swiftly become the talk of the duchy, reaching the ears of many. That evening, during a dinner where Shikuro and Shikihime were present with their closest attendants, the topic inevitably became the center of discussion.
Shikuro, with a hint of skepticism, addressed the room. "I'm rather perplexed by the reports. I read about poor Lady Yoru, apparently so distressed she was reduced to tears, traumatized by the ordeal. Yet, here she stands, as composed as ever. A most intriguing development indeed," he commented, his gaze drifting towards Yoru who stood stoically behind Shikihime.
Shikihime, with a knowing smile, replied, "Oh, darling, you understand that sometimes the scene must match the play. We needed to interrogate the man without question. Had we simply stated the truth, your guards might have interfered, complicating matters unnecessarily. We've already extracted the information we needed from him. He can be returned to your custody."
Ingrid, her interest piqued, leaned forward. "And would you be willing to share that information with us, my lady?"
In response, Shikihime nodded to Yoru, who approached Ingrid and handed her two letters before returning to her position.
"One letter is the result of our interrogation," Shikihime explained. "The other, however, is a palace entry authorization bearing your seal, Lady Ingrid. Could you enlighten us on this matter?"
Ingrid, visibly taken aback by the revelation, hastily skimmed the interrogation letter before focusing intently on the authorization letter. Erik, losing his patience, demanded, "Explain this, Ingrid! What does this mean? Are you the traitor among us?"
"Calm down, Erik," Bjorn interjected firmly. "Let's hear her side of the story."
All eyes turned to Ingrid, who re-read the letter, her expression growing increasingly distressed. Her hands trembled as she compared the seal on the letter to her own. After a moment of hesitation, she pressed her seal onto the letter and handed it to Shikuro.
"My lord, someone must have forged my seal," she stammered, fear evident in her voice. "Mine was damaged during the battle on the night of the princess's assassination attempt. I... I failed to realize the implications."
Collapsing to her knees, Ingrid continued, "This explains the recent failures. The enemy, possessing a duplicate of my seal, could have easily manipulated personnel, materials, anything within the town. With a seal mimicking mine or yours, no one would question its authenticity. I... I never imagined such a breach."
Shikuro's gaze was piercing as he considered her words, while Shikihime observed Ingrid's every movement, assessing her sincerity.
Bjorn, with a tone of resolution, spoke up. "This is why you should have resigned, Ingrid. My lord, we need to revoke all approvals made with the old seal and request a new one. I'll inform the relevant parties that a new approval process is in place and invalidate the old seals. May I be excused to handle this?"
"Go," Shikuro responded, his voice carrying the weight of the situation.
As Bjorn left the room, a heavy silence descended. The revelation of the forged seal cast a shadow of doubt and concern over the gathering, each member contemplating the ramifications of this security breach.
The atmosphere in the room grew heavier with each passing moment. Shikuro, his voice barely above a whisper, implored Ingrid for an explanation. "Ingrid... when did this happen? Please, tell me something."
Ingrid remained on her knees, her head bowed in resignation. The gravity of her oversight was not lost on her, and she braced herself for the inevitable consequences. Her silence was a testament to the depth of her guilt, unable to meet Shikuro's gaze.
Erik, sensing the severity of the situation, stepped forward and knelt beside Ingrid. "My lord, I share in this failure. It was my duty to advise and to be vigilant. I, too, overlooked the possibility of the seal being compromised. Please, let me bear the punishment alongside Ingrid."
Shikuro, his expression a mixture of sadness and resolve, responded, "You are right, Erik. Both of you failed in your duties, and the consequences must be faced. Torsten will administer the punishment. You both shall be whipped until unconsciousness claims you or until you 4 few dozens"
Erik, his fear palpable, protested weakly, "But, my lord, we are gifted with heightened endurance. The punishment could be lethal, keeping us conscious throughout."
Shikuro turned to Sagar, his decision unwavering. "Inform Torsten. The punishment will be carried out tomorrow in the town square. Let the people be made aware. Afterwards, there will be executions. We will find those responsible for the seal forgery. If not, Ingrid will face the ultimate penalty. I suggest you find someone responsible."
Sagar saluted and hurried from the room, his steps echoing the urgency of the task.
Shikihime, though uneasy with the harshness of the punishment, remained silent. She understood the necessity of maintaining order and the harsh realities of leadership. The situation was a stark reminder of the cruel world they inhabited, where even acts of mercy were laced with bitterness.
In her heart, Shikihime felt a pang of sympathy for Ingrid and Erik. The impending punishment, while necessary, was a grim testament to the harshness of their world. In this Realm, even a leader's kindness could manifest in seemingly cruel ways. The thought that whipping one's own friends could be seen as an act of leniency was a bitter pill to swallow.
Shikihime beckoned Yoru closer with a discreet gesture and whispered confidentially, "Assist Sagar in uncovering as many involved as possible. I don't want Ingrid to die." Understanding the gravity of the situation, Yoru nodded subtly and quickly left the room to assist Sagar.
Meanwhile, Shikuro's attention remained on Ingrid and Erik, who were still kneeling. "To jail with you until your punishment," he declared solemnly. "Guards, take them away." The guards entered and led away Ingrid, who allowed herself to be dragged, and Erik, who walked with a semblance of dignity.
After they were escorted out, Shikuro commanded, "Clear the room, all." Shikihime's entourage hesitated, waiting for her signal. At her nod, they quietly joined the staff and guards in exiting, leaving Shikuro and Shikihime alone.
Shikuro turned to Shikihime, seeking her insight. "Did you have prior knowledge of this?" he asked.
"No," Shikihime responded, her voice firm.
"Can you aid in resolving this?" Shikuro inquired, looking for reassurance.
"I'm already working on it," Shikihime assured him.
"Your insights?" Shikuro pressed, searching for answers.
"You have a traitor among your closest ranks," Shikihime stated with conviction.
Shikuro considered her words. "Who do you suspect?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Ingrid's recent actions have been suspicious. She might be the traitor or being framed as one. Astrid and Sagar also warrant suspicion," Shikihime explained.
"Why not Bjorn or Torsten?" Shikuro questioned, curious about her reasoning.
"Ingrid's actions have made her a prime suspect, but the more we investigate, the less likely she seems to be the true culprit. As for Erik, he's too close to you," Shikihime elaborated.
Shikuro processed this information. "So, the real traitor might be Astrid, Sagar, or someone using Ingrid." Shikuro nodded. "Will you help me root out the traitors?" he asked.
"Only partially. I have my own agenda," Shikihime replied thoughtfully.
"And the real target?" Shikuro inquired, wanting to understand her plans.
"Stardust Kingdom," Shikihime revealed. "I've asked them to establish a base of operations there and gather information independently."
"Can I add my men to their team?" Shikuro asked, considering the potential benefits.
"At this point, no," Shikihime responded. "They would need to understand a lot, and there is just not enough time to prepare them."
Shikuro accepted her decision reluctantly. "I don't like it, but so be it," he conceded.
"Yoru will need more freedom if you want help with the investigation," Shikihime suggested. "Can you ask Bjorn to cooperate with her demands?"
Shikuro nodded. "Alright, I will talk with him about it," he agreed.
Shikihime then moved closer to Shikuro, sitting in his lap. "You know, we need to prepare for the prince's visit," she said, changing the subject. "Would you mind sharing more about what we should expect?"
"It seems your brother has alarmed the mainland diplomats," Shikuro answered, slightly taken by her intimate action. "So the king is sending the crown prince to help us. I'm on good terms with him. Do you want to be included in talks?"
"Oh, but of course. How else could I assist you, Shikuro?" Shikihime replied, kissing him on the cheek before returning to her seat.
Shikuro, now accustomed to her teases, responded well. He appreciated this aspect of her – a noble woman with her own opinion, not just a compliant figure.
***
The day of retribution had dawned, casting a solemn shadow over the town square. Seven individuals, marked for punishment, stood before the gathered crowd. Ingrid and Erik, stripped to their waists despite the biting cold, awaited their fate with a resigned stoicism.
The punishment commenced amidst a hushed silence. The sound of each strike resonated through the square, a grim reminder of the consequences of betrayal and negligence. Ingrid, her resolve faltering under the relentless blows, fainted after the twenty-fifth hit. Erik, enduring far longer due to his heightened endurance, finally succumbed to unconsciousness after the forty-seventh strike, his condition critical from the blood loss.
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Secretly, Shikuro had arranged for Sora and his personal physician to attend to Ingrid and Erik, ensuring they received the best possible care despite the severity of their punishment.
Then came the executions. Five officials, their complicity with the forged seal exposed, faced their end. The grim spectacle unfolded, a stark testament to the corruption that had infiltrated Shikuro's duchy. The depth of the betrayal was more profound than he had imagined.
Shikuro's gaze found Shikihime amidst the crowd. She watched the proceedings with a stern expression, her eyes unflinching as the sentences were carried out. Her demeanor was one of unyielding resolve, a reflection of her understanding of the harsh necessities of leadership.
Following the executions, Shikuro and Shikihime returned to the castle. Upon their arrival, they received news of Ingrid and Erik's conditions. Ingrid was stable and expected to recover fully. However, Erik's extraordinary resilience had pushed him to the brink; he had lost a significant amount of blood, and his survival remained uncertain.
Shikihime, deep in thought, contemplated the possibility of having misjudged Erik. The true challenge lay not in executing a traitor but in unmasking the mastermind behind this intricate web of deceit.
Kage, accompanying Shikihime, received her whispered instructions. "Keep a constant watch on Sagar. He's now our primary suspect. Yoru discovered his leniency towards certain high-ranking officials, hindering the investigation. We need to know more." Kage nodded in acknowledgment, ready to implement the surveillance.
For the remainder of the day, Shikihime spent her time in Shikuro's office. She lounged idly, her gaze occasionally drifting towards her future husband, who was engrossed in his work. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with an unspoken understanding.
As evening approached, they prepared for dinner, the events of the day casting long shadows in their minds. The dinner was a quiet affair, each lost in their thoughts about the day's grim events and the tangled web of intrigue that continued to unfold within the walls of the castle.
***
The awaited day of the Crown Prince's arrival, accompanied by High Admiral Ryo Kurayami, had finally dawned. The air was charged with a sense of occasion as the dignitaries prepared for the official promenade, a ceremonial display marking the significance of the visit.
Shikihime, adorned in a traditional noble robe of the Realm, exuded a regal grace. She moved with poise, positioned to the left of her betrothed, Archduke Shikuro. Center stage was the Crown Prince, embodying the prestige and authority of the Realm. To his right stood Ryo, the esteemed High Admiral of the Kurayami Dynasty, his presence commanding and dignified.
The procession was a blend of pageantry and solemnity, a visual representation of the alliances and power structures within the Realm. The populace gathered to witness the event, their eyes following the distinguished group with a mix of awe and curiosity.
As the procession reached its climax, the Crown Prince, regally attired, stepped forward to address the gathered crowd. His presence commanded attention, and a hush fell over the populace as they eagerly anticipated his words.
"Loyal subjects of the Iskaldt Rike Realm and esteemed allies of the Kurayami Dynasty," the Crown Prince began, his voice resonating with authority and warmth. "Today marks not just a ceremonial visit, but a reaffirmation of the strong bonds that unite our lands. In these times of uncertainty and change, our alliance stands as a beacon of stability and mutual respect."
The crowd listened intently, captivated by his eloquence. "Our nations have weathered many storms, both separately and together. It is in unity that we find our greatest strength. The challenges we face require collaboration, understanding, and a shared vision for a prosperous future."
The Prince gestured towards Shikuro and Shikihime, acknowledging their roles in strengthening the ties between their realms. "The union of Archduke Shikuro and Princess Shikihime symbolizes a new chapter in our intertwined destinies. Together, we will navigate the complexities of our time, ensuring peace and prosperity for our people."
He paused, allowing his words to resonate with the audience. "As we stand here, united in purpose and spirit, let us remember the values that bind us – honor, courage, and a commitment to the greater good. These are the pillars upon which our alliance is built, and upon which it will continue to thrive."
The Crown Prince concluded his speech with a vision of hope and solidarity. "Let us move forward with confidence and determination, knowing that our united efforts will lead to a brighter future for all. Long live the Iskaldt Rike Realm, long live the Kurayami Dynasty, and long live our enduring alliance!"
As he finished, the crowd erupted in cheers and applause, their voices blending in a chorus of support. "Long live Prince Leif! May the ancestors watch over his steps!" they shouted, their acclaim echoing through the square.
Following the address, the four dignitaries boarded the royal carriage, the grandest and most robust in the fleet. The carriage, adorned with the emblems of the Realm, made its way to the palace amidst the respectful gazes of the onlookers.
Upon arriving at the palace, they were escorted to the Royal Room, where a table and chairs had been arranged for the official talks. The discussion initially revolved around the crucial topics of food resupplying and the strategic deployment of the Kurayami naval flagships. The conversation was diplomatic, with each participant contributing insights and proposals for mutual benefit.
After the formalities of the official talks were concluded, the group moved to the council room for a more private discussion. Left alone, away from the ears of advisors and attendants, the atmosphere shifted. This was a space for more candid dialogue, where the true depth of the discussions could unfold.
In the seclusion of the council room, the four of them settled into their seats. The air was thick with anticipation as they prepared to delve into matters of greater significance and sensitivity. This was where the real work would begin, where strategies would be crafted and decisions made that could shape the future of the Realm.
In the seclusion of the council room, the atmosphere shifted as retainers and advisors were dismissed, leaving only Shikihime, Crown Prince Leif, High Admiral Ryo, and Archduke Shikuro. The room, steeped in history and grandeur, provided an intimate setting for the conversation that was about to unfold.
Prince Leif initiated the dialogue with a gracious nod towards Shikihime. "I have heard much about you, Lady Shikihime. It is indeed a privilege to finally meet you in person," he said, his tone conveying both respect and curiosity.
Shikihime, embodying the elegance and poise befitting her status, responded with a graceful bow. "Your Highness, the honor is mine. May the stars guide you through times of darkness, and may the ancestors watch over your steps, welcoming you as one of their own when the time comes."
The Prince smiled at her words, impressed by her eloquence. "What a polite and docile lady," he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Shikuro, seizing the moment to lighten the mood, interjected with a playful tone. "Do not let her demure appearance deceive you, Leif. In a moment's inattention, you might find her embracing a foreign admiral."
The comment successfully steered the conversation into less formal territory, the underlying purpose of their private gathering. It was a chance to speak more candidly, away from the constraints of formal diplomacy.
Ryo, joining in the jest, added, "Indeed, one must be cautious, lest that very same admiral decides to whisk her away."
Shikihime, with a mischievous glint in her eye, retorted, "Oh, my dear friends, this is what happens when you neglect to do your homework properly. How could I have known that you were unaware of my familial ties to the admiral? He is, after all, my brother."
Her response elicited chuckles from the group, effectively breaking the ice and setting a more relaxed tone for the meeting. The initial formalities gave way to a more personal exchange, allowing each participant to express themselves more freely.
Leif, intrigued by Shikihime's wit and candor, leaned forward. "It seems there is much more to you than meets the eye, Lady Shikihime. Your reputation as a strategic thinker and a strong leader is well-founded."
Crown Prince Leif, his expression marked by a blend of concern and skepticism, addressed the matter weighing heavily on his mind. "I must confess, the decision to part with 200 kg of bluesteel to the Dynasty strikes me as not just generous, but reckless," he said, his tone reflecting his apprehension. "Bluesteel is a rare and valuable resource. What kind of information could possibly justify such a substantial exchange?"
He paused, letting his question hang in the air, his gaze shifting between Shikuro and Ryo. "I've been sent here by the king to scrutinize what appears to be a questionable arrangement. The rate at which we can mine bluesteel in the Frostgard duchy amounts to only 100 kg annually. This deal effectively commits two years' worth of our production. It's a significant investment, one that could have far-reaching implications for our Realm's defense capabilities."
Leif's words conveyed not just his personal doubts but also the king's concerns regarding the strategic implications of such a trade. The gravity of his statement was not lost on anyone in the room. It was clear that the decision to allocate such a large quantity of blue steel was not merely a matter of resource management, but a strategic move that required careful consideration and justification.
"The ability to mine and refine bluesteel is a closely guarded asset of our Realm, one that has contributed significantly to our military strength and economic stability," Leif continued. "Allocating such a large portion of this resource warrants a thorough understanding of the benefits. I must inquire, Ryo, what insights or advantages do you believe this exchange will bring that outweigh the potential risks?"
Shikuro, acknowledging the weight of Prince Leif's concerns, sought to clarify the rationale behind the trade. "Your Highness, the exchange for bluesteel wasn't solely for information. It also included a substantial provision of grain and corn," he began, his tone firm yet respectful. "This past winter posed significant challenges for our duchy. We were on the brink of a food shortage, and the lack of support from the Mainland in this matter was quite conspicuous."
Leif, his brows furrowed, interjected, "Why was there no foresight to purchase these supplies in advance? As the Archduke, it's a critical oversight to not maintain adequate stockpiles. Your duchy should always be overstocked to avoid such predicaments."
Shikuro, understanding the Prince's point, elaborated on his strategic decision. "Indeed, Your Highness, maintaining sufficient reserves is a priority. However, the situation required a more immediate solution. We did procure the necessary supplies ahead, not with gold, but with bluesteel. It was a calculated trade-off, one that ensured our people wouldn't suffer through the harshness of winter."
He paused, allowing his explanation to resonate with Leif. "The decision to use bluesteel as a bargaining chip was not taken lightly. It was a matter of immediate need versus long-term resource management. The well being of our people was at stake, and in such dire circumstances, unconventional measures were necessary."
Ryo, listening intently to the exchange between Shikuro and Prince Leif, chose this moment to interject with his perspective. "Your Highness, the opportunity for us to acquire bluesteel in exchange for essential resources was a decision of clear strategic value," he stated confidently. "Questioning the merit of such an exchange seems unnecessary and, frankly, self-explanatory given the circumstances."
He leaned forward slightly, emphasizing the importance of his next point. "I would make the same decision again without hesitation. Our need to arm and prepare is not just a matter of routine defense. The Stardust Kingdom has been conducting military drills perilously close to our borders, a situation that we cannot ignore. It's a development that could very well escalate into a conflict, and we must be adequately prepared."
Ryo's tone was firm, underscoring the gravity of the situation. "The acquisition of bluesteel is a critical step in bolstering our military capabilities. In these unpredictable times, being well-armed is not just prudent, it's essential for our survival. The drills by the Stardust Kingdom are a stark reminder that we must always be ready to defend ourselves."
His words conveyed a sense of urgency and a clear understanding of the geopolitical dynamics at play. The potential threat posed by the Stardust Kingdom's military activities near their borders was a serious concern, one that necessitated a strong and immediate response.
"As such, the trade was not just beneficial but necessary," Ryo concluded. "It was a strategic move to ensure that we remain one step ahead in this precarious balance of power."
Crown Prince Leif, his curiosity piqued, posed a direct question to Shikuro. "How much bluesteel does your duchy currently possess?"
Shikuro, with a firm and unyielding expression, responded, "Your Highness, the exact quantity of bluesteel in our reserves is a closely guarded secret of the Frostgard duchy. Even the crown does not have the prerogative to inquire into such matters. Our duchy maintains a certain level of autonomy in these affairs."
Shikihime, overhearing the exchange, was taken aback by the Prince's question. The presence of Admiral Ryo made the query all the more peculiar. Was this an attempt to test Shikuro's resolve, or was it a subtle probe directed at her?
Leif, sensing the tension his question had aroused, quickly clarified, "No, my intention was not to test either of you." He paused, gathering his thoughts before delivering more troubling news. "It seems we have a more pressing issue at hand. The Stardust Kingdom is dispatching a diplomatic envoy to our realm. They have openly questioned and mocked the security of the Mainland and are requesting middle grounds for a meeting. That is the primary reason for my visit."
Shikihime, intrigued by the unfolding situation, turned towards the group. "So, in other words, they wish to hold the diplomatic talks here in Frostgard duchy?" she asked, seeking clarification on the Stardust Kingdom's intentions.
Leif, about to respond, was pre-empted by Ryo, who took the lead in explaining. "According to my reports," Ryo began, "their intentions extend beyond mere talks. The Stardust Kingdom is planning to establish an embassy here and deploy a significant number of personnel. It's highly probable that their underlying motive is to gain access to your bluesteel reserves."
Shikuro couldn't help but laugh at the thought, a mix of disbelief and defiance in his voice. "I'd like to see them try to lay their hands on it. Our bluesteel is well-guarded and secure."
Leif, however, did not share Shikuro's optimism. His expression grew serious as he addressed the potential threat. "While your confidence is admirable, Shikuro, we cannot underestimate the Stardust Kingdom's resourcefulness. The security of our bluesteel reserves is not just a matter of internal concern; it's a matter of national security. We must consider the implications of their presence here and the risk it poses to our strategic assets."
The room fell silent as the weight of Leif's words settled in. The prospect of the Stardust Kingdom establishing an embassy and its potential impact on the security of their precious resource was a matter of grave concern.
Shikihime pondered the situation, her mind racing through various scenarios and countermeasures. The presence of a foreign embassy on their soil, especially one belonging to a Kingdom with known interest in their resources, presented a complex diplomatic challenge. The need for vigilance and strategic planning was paramount.
In the midst of the tense discussion, Shikihime couldn't help but notice Shikuro's demeanor. Despite the gravity of the topic at hand, he appeared remarkably relaxed, almost in good spirits. His confidence seemed unshaken, a stark contrast to the apprehensive atmosphere in the room. Ryo, ever inscrutable, maintained his usual unreadable expression, giving nothing away.
Curious about the source of Shikuro's apparent ease, Shikihime turned to him. "Where does this confidence of yours stem from in such a delicate situation?" she inquired, her tone reflecting both curiosity and a hint of concern.
Shikuro leaned back slightly, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well," he replied cryptically. "Like any player in this game, I prefer to keep my cards close to my chest for now. Revealing them prematurely would be unwise."
His response was met with a subtle smile from Ryo, who seemed to appreciate the strategic prudence in Shikuro's words. "Perhaps you are not the lost cause some might think you to be," Ryo commented, a rare hint of amusement in his voice. "Maybe you are simply surrounded by less capable individuals."
As the meeting progressed, Ryo shifted the conversation to a more pressing and covert matter. He leaned forward, his voice taking on a serious tone. "I've been tasked with a delicate operation," he began, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. "My orders are to subtly disrupt trade to the Stardust Kingdom. This isn't an official directive, of course, but it's a strategic move that we need to make."
Ryo paused for a moment, allowing the gravity of his statement to sink in. "Some of our ships will need to sail close to their islands. It would be prudent for our allies to feign ignorance in this matter. We want to avoid any diplomatic fallout from these actions."
Leif, upon hearing this, frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the proposed tactic. "Why resort to such extremes?" he questioned, his tone laced with concern.
Ryo, however, didn't directly address Leif's question. Instead, he continued, "We have concrete evidence of military mobilizations within their Kingdom. This operation is a response to those internal actions. It's not open for negotiation, as the order has already been issued by the Emperor himself."
The room tensed at Ryo's declaration. His unyielding stance and the Emperor's direct involvement underscored the severity of the situation. The internal military activities within the Kurayami Dynasty had necessitated this covert operation, a calculated countermeasure to maintain control and stability.
Shikuro listened intently, his mind weighing the implications of Ryo's plan. The decision to disrupt trade, while a significant move, was clearly a part of a larger strategy to address the internal threats within the Kurayami Dynasty.
Shikihime, too, understood the necessity of such actions. The complexities of maintaining power and stability within a nation often required difficult and covert decisions. The operation, while aggressive, was a testament to the lengths to which the Kurayami Dynasty was prepared to go to secure its interests and sovereignty.
Prince Leif, sensing the gravity of Ryo's intentions, intervened with a plea rooted in caution. "I urge you, Ryo, to ensure that these actions do not escalate into a war," he said, his voice laced with concern.
Ryo, however, met Leif's caution with scorn. "Your Highness, your words betray a weakness that I find unsettling," he retorted sharply. "The Stardust Kingdom already takes liberties with your Realm, but we in the Dynasty will not stand idly by while they extend their reach unchecked. The very foundation of our alliance was to prevent such overreaches."
He then directly challenged the Realm's commitment. "Is the Realm considering a retreat from its promises and responsibilities? Such a move would be a grave error."
Shikuro, sensing the growing tension, quickly interjected. "It's not a matter of shirking our duties or breaking our promises," he clarified. "Our primary concern is to avoid being the instigators of war. We must tread carefully."
Leif nodded in agreement with Shikuro's sentiment. "Initiating a war with the Stardust Kingdom would be a dire mistake," he concurred. "Such an action would likely draw the support of the Longyue Divinity to their side. This is a scenario we must avoid at all costs, as it would spell disaster for both our nations."
The conversation had taken a turn towards the delicate balance of international politics, where the actions of one could significantly impact the alliances and stances of others.
Ryo, while understanding the need for caution, remained firm in his stance. "While I acknowledge the risks, we cannot allow ourselves to be perceived as weak. We must demonstrate resolve while ensuring that our actions do not lead to an unwarranted escalation."
Leif elaborated on the capabilities of the Longyue Divinity, underscoring the unique challenges they posed. "The Longyue Empire possesses a troublesome gift - the ability to manipulate beasts. This gives them a formidable advantage in guerrilla warfare. Imagine the havoc a single venomous spider could wreak within our ranks, silently claiming the lives of soldiers as they sleep." His tone was one of caution, illustrating the unconventional yet deadly tactics of their potential adversary.
"Their current engagement in their own war is our only respite," Leif added, emphasizing the importance of timing and strategy in the face of such a unique threat.
Shikihime, listening intently, interjected with her perspective. "In modern warfare, gifts alone do not determine the outcome of battles. It's technology that plays a decisive role. This is how the Kurayami Dynasty and Cordunia Empire have managed to maintain their power for centuries."
She leaned forward, her expression serious. "We must also not underestimate the power of Astral Knowledge. The most gifted practitioners are masters of numerous combat techniques, capable of adapting to various situations through the wealth of experience they draw from their knowledge."
Shikihime's eyes reflected her respect for such warriors. "Individually, they are formidable, and on a grander scale, they are invaluable. Their generals are likely to be exceptional tacticians, and their soldiers, vastly skilled. Special forces trained in these arts could pose significant challenges on the battlefield."
The room absorbed her words, understanding the gravity of her assessment. The potential conflict with the Longyue Divinity was not to be taken lightly, given their unique abilities.
Ryo, contemplative, added his thoughts. "We must consider all facets of warfare – technological, strategic, and the utilization of gifts. A multifaceted approach will be essential to counter any threats posed by the Longyue Divinity or others."
Shikuro nodded in agreement, his mind already racing through various scenarios and countermeasures. "It's clear that we need to prepare on multiple fronts. Our military strategies must evolve to match these new realities."
As the meeting came to an end and they all dispersed, Shikihime made her way to her chambers, her mind abuzz with thoughts and deductions from the day's conversations. Kage, her trusted confidante, moved silently beside her, a reassuring presence in the swirling sea of intrigue and strategy.
Shikihime was deep in thought, piecing together the fragments of information. One thing seemed increasingly clear to her: Shikuro was sitting on a vast reserve of bluesteel, a secret closely guarded even from his own king. Ryo, too, was holding back, revealing only a fraction of the true story. The Emperor's bold move to weaken the Stardust Kingdom suggested escalating tensions at the borders, a chess game of power and influence playing out on a grand scale.
As they walked, Shikihime turned to Kage. "What do you think the Dynasty's endgame is in all this?" she asked, seeking another perspective.
Kage, ever analytical, responded, "It seems they're fostering discord between the Realm and the Kingdom. If relations deteriorate, it solidifies the Dynasty's position. Their alliance becomes more crucial if the Realm and the Kingdom are at odds."
Shikihime nodded, her thoughts aligning with Kage's analysis. The Valorian non-aggression pact with the Dynasty left the Stardust Kingdom as the primary threat. The Realm, despite its strength, couldn't match the Dynasty's naval prowess. Yet, the actions of the Stardust Kingdom remained a puzzle, their motives and strategies shrouded in ambiguity.
Lost in these contemplation's, Shikihime retired to her chamber. The day's discussions and revelations swirled in her mind as she lay down to rest. She drifted into sleep with thoughts of alliances and enmities, of hidden strengths and visible weaknesses, playing like shadows across her consciousness.
Interlude: Leif Secret Meetings
In the dimly lit confines of a secluded room within the palace, Prince Leif paced restlessly. He was waiting for Archduke Shikuro's arrival, their meeting critical and shrouded in secrecy. The tension in the air was palpable, each moment of waiting amplifying the sense of urgency.
Finally, the door creaked open, and Shikuro stepped into the room, his expression grim. Their initial conversation was light, each man sharing brief complaints about the burdens of their respective roles. However, it wasn't long before the dialogue shifted to more grave matters.
Leif, his face etched with concern, broached the topic of war. He sought reassurance of Shikuro's support for both himself and the king in the event of conflict. Shikuro's response was measured. His loyalty to Leif was unwavering, but his sentiments towards the king were tinged with distrust, a product of past conflicts and political maneuvering.
The discussion then veered to Shikuro's lineage and his given name, his mother had wished to name him Ragnar, a name signifying strength and wisdom. However, due to political decisions made by his late father and the current king, he was given a name that aligned more closely with Dynasty tradition, a decision that symbolized his intended future alliance through marriage within the Dynasty.
The conversation then turned to Princess Shikihime, with Leif inquiring about Shikuro's interactions with her. Shikuro initially offered only the information that Leif would have already gleaned from his reports. However, Leif, armed with information from his own spies, pressed further, noting Shikuro's seemingly erratic behavior - at times distant, at other times overly attached.
Shikuro remained silent, his thoughts clouded. Leif continued, revealing that Archduke Aldrik was advocating for an alliance with the Stardust Kingdom and actively lobbying at court to promote it. The underlying motive, as Leif explained, was financial. Part of the proposed alliance's terms included waiving dock tolls for the Kingdom's warships - a lucrative concession that Aldrik seemed blinded by.
As their meeting drew to a close, Ingrid, Shikuro's trusted aide, entered the chamber. Left alone with Prince Leif, she was tasked with delivering a comprehensive report on the current state of affairs. Her insights would be crucial in shaping the prince's next moves, as the Realm stood on the brink of a conflict that threatened to engulf them all.
The chamber's walls, steeped in secrecy, bore witness to the gravity of their discussions. Decisions made within its confines would ripple across the realm, influencing the course of events in ways both seen and unseen. For Leif and Shikuro, the weight of their choices loomed large, each aware that the future of their people hinged on the paths they chose to tread.