December 25, 1640

Miami, Florida

Stepping onto the Miami International Airport tarmac, the Cryseilians found themselves immersed in a wave of new sensory experiences. The Florida winter was a slightly humid, lukewarm embrace, rich with the salty tang of the ocean and the blooms’ perfume that flourished in the subtropical climate. The ambient hum of the bustling airport – a place teeming with activity and urgency – held a foreign, yet fascinating cadence compared to the tranquil silence above Cryseilian cities.

Around them, jumbo jets – large but not quite comparable in size to their elegant Cryseilian airships – dotted the airport, humming with the power of Earthly engineering. Princess Neith watched with a thoughtful gaze, an unspoken acknowledgment of the potential that these machines, and by extension, their creators held.

The Diplomatic Security Service (DSS) had arranged a fleet of imposing, black SUVs for their escort. While vehicles were a common sight in Cryseilies, the rumble of combustion engines was a novel experience for the delegation accustomed to the gentle hum of arcane-powered transport. Even Divine Knight Miro, a traditionalist at heart, felt the walls of his prejudice crumble in the face of familiar technologies replicated by mechanical forces.

The convoy smoothly exited the confines of the airport, navigating toward the freeway as they journeyed past Miami’s streets. As seen from the sky, the highway was enormous; it facilitated traffic at far greater scales than the streets back in Cryseilies. The sheer number of vehicles was an obvious testament to the city's population density and industrialized nature and caught the attention of the two scholars, Ilsa and Sorin.

Due to traffic congestion on the freeway, the convoy detoured through the upscale district of Brickell. The Cryseilians caught a glimpse of Miami Beach, its iconic white sands dotted with sunbathers under a canopy of colorful beach umbrellas. Palm trees dotted the streets – putting the Cryseilians in awe of this exotic, never-before-seen flora. In the distance, opulent yachts shared the waves with a diverse array of vessels.

Finally, the convoy reached their destination: a hotel overlooking the beach, identified as the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Key Biscayne by a driver. Its grandeur was a symbol of luxury, and its location provided the necessary security for such a prestigious delegation. As the Cryseilians disembarked onto the palm-fringed driveway, an air of anticipation hung about them. They were now at the epicenter of Miami, ready to explore all these Americans had to offer.

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After a restful night to recover from their journey, the Cryseilians awoke to a sunny Friday morning on December 23rd, ready to explore Miami Beach. They journeyed down from their rooms, linking up with their guides from the State Department in the lobby. Despite it being an entirely different environment, the soft hum of activity in the hotel brought a sense of familiarity.

They began their excursion with a walk along the South Beach. The sight of the azure sea lapping gently at the sun-drenched sands was familiar, yet captivating. Yet, more mesmerizing was the vibrant mix of Americans and Elysians lounging under the Miami sun. Elves with their slender forms and pointed ears, as well as beastmen boasting diverse arrays of animalistic traits, casually mingled with humans. This sight was a great shock to the Cryseilians, previously known to them only through mythology and lore from their ancestors who had fled the Central World to escape Nosgorath’s rampage.

They walked past the Miami Beach Boardwalk, catching glimpses of the opulent Art Deco hotels and the lively cafes, bursting with life and music. As they strolled along the bustling promenade, the Cryseilians noticed the preparations for an upcoming cultural fair. From the fluttering banners and the temporary stalls, it was evident that the locals were enthusiastic about preserving and showcasing Earthly culture, amidst the blend of Elysian influences. Liraz had heard Anders claim that the United States was a transferred country, but dismissed that claim as a tall tale until now.

Amid the high spirits and festivity, they couldn’t help but notice the Christmas decorations. Palm trees were strung with twinkling lights, storefronts sparkled with tinsel and garlands, and oversized pine trees adorned plazas and lobbies – similar to the decorated tree in the hotel lobby. To Sorin, these were fascinating insights into American culture and religion. To the others, the holiday spirit was infectious and uplifting.

Towards the late afternoon, after spending the day exploring, the Cryseilians finally settled down to rest by the beach, the cool sea breeze providing a welcome contrast to the warm sun overhead. Neith and Liraz remained by Anders’ side, their gazes frequently moving between the lively beach scene and the alluring horizon, taking in the spectacle of American civilization.

Amid the melange of beachgoers, a familiar figure caught Ambassador Anders’ eye. He squinted against the sunlight, trying to discern the faces under the shade of a beach umbrella. His heart thumped in his chest as he recognized the two individuals – none other than President Kaios and his wife, Raita.

“Is that…?” He murmured to himself, disbelief coating his voice.

The two Parpaldians glanced toward the Cryseilian group, their eyes meeting with Anders. The surprise on their faces was evident, but it quickly shifted into delight. “Ambassador Anders?” President Kaios called out, his voice carrying over the murmur of the beach.

At his beckoning, Ambassador Anders looked at Neith and Liraz with a mixture of surprise and excitement. He was about to introduce the Cryseilians to some very significant figures indeed.

“President Kaios, Lady Raita,” Anders greeted with a nod of his head as he approached, the smile on his face warm and genuine. “It’s a pleasure to see you both here.”

“As with you, Ambassador,” Kaios replied, lifting the sunglasses off his face. “We finally got the chance to go on vacation; I heard from Emperor Ludius and Remille that Miami was a good spot.”

Anders agreed, “Excellent choice. Miami isn’t as lively as it used to be, but that means we get the beaches all to ourselves, pretty much.” He paused, “Ah, may I present Princess Neith and Ambassador Liraz from the distant land of the Sacred Kingdom of Great Cryseilies.”

“Princess Neith, Ambassador Liraz, a pleasure,” Kaios greeted them with a polite nod, his wife following suit. Raita’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she studied the two Cryseilians.

“Likewise, Mister President, Lady Raita,” Neith responded, offering a curtsy. Liraz merely bowed in acknowledgment.

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Raita couldn’t help but express her fascination. “Cryseilies… I’ve never heard of it. An isolated nation, isn’t it?”

Neith shared a glance with Liraz before nodding. “Indeed, Lady Raita. Our homeland is rather distant and isolated. We’ve only now had the chance to reconnect with the lands of our ancestors; it is a pleasant surprise knowing that these lands have not been scoured by demons.”

“Refugees from the era of Nosgorath?” Kaios asked, an intrigued glint in his eyes.

Neith nodded.

“You know, the Americans here actually defeated the Demon King.”

Neith’s eyes widened in surprise as she turned to Anders, “Is this true?”

Anders nodded, “Indeed it is, Your Highness.” He pulled out his phone, conducted a quick Google search of Nosgorath, and showed it to the Princess.

The groups spent a few more moments exchanging cultural introductions, formalities and inquiries, before the Cryseilians finally excused themselves and returned back to the hotel. Left with the Parpaldians, the conversation drifted toward more casual topics.

“You know, Anders,” Kaios began, a smile playing on his lips. “They’re finally setting up the Internet in Esthirant. Quite the development, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I can only imagine the excitement,” Anders chuckled. “Has it changed anything so far?”

“It seems meme culture has taken root among us few who are lucky enough to have phones and computers. Some of it is kind of… sus,” Kaios grinned, stifling laughter.

Anders broke into a smile, shaking his head. “Man… I can’t believe it,” he said before finally bursting into laughter.

After sharing a hearty chuckle with his old acquaintance, Kaios continued, “Thanks to the Internet, we’ve been able to stream the latest content from the United States.”

“No more waiting for DVD shipments,” Raita chimed in.

“Oh?” Anders raised an eyebrow. “What stuff are you watching?”

“Have you seen the latest about ‘Manifest Fantasy’? Our people are rather obsessed.”

“Ah, I can relate to that,” Anders said, matching Kaios’ grin. “It’s a popular show back in the States too. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to catch up. Work’s been busy.”

Kaios gave his condolences, discussing other technological developments and popular culture instead. In the past year, the Parpaldian Republic saw a lot of changes, with the integration of a modernized plumbing system and the installation of undersea cables representing the tip of the iceberg. The loss of income from their vassal states was a significant blow, but the new nation was recovering steadily under the watchful guidance of the United States government.

Anders leaned back in his chair, his expression becoming more thoughtful. “President Kaios, it’s really quite something, seeing how far Parpaldia has come.

“Ah, yes. Indeed, the changes have been monumental.”

“Indeed,” Raita agreed, her eyes reflecting a quiet resilience. “We had to take some drastic steps, and they were not always well-received. But we knew it was necessary for the future of our nation.”

Kaios cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair as he gazed out at the water, the waves reflecting the deepening hues of the setting sun.

“You see, Anders,” Kaios began, his voice noticeably deeper than before. “Our transition from an empire to a constitutional republic was – and still is – a feat akin to moving a mountain. There is a deep-rooted system, a web of power, influence, and tradition that must be carefully unwoven and reshaped.”

“The nobility, for one, presented a unique challenge. The old hiearchies were intricately entwined with our society’s fabric. These were individuals used to privilege and power. Taking that away… It was no easy task. We had to strike a balance, ensuring their continued importance and influence in the new society without letting them obstruct the path of progress. This meant transforming their roles from rulers to advisors, and from despots to democrats.”

“Anders, you remember our discussions on Imperial Japan’s post-World War 2 transition?” Kaios inquired, referring back to a topic they had once delved into.

“Yeah, I do,” Anders responded.

“The advisors your government sent guided us along that path. The emperor, once a divine figure, was made into a symbol of unity rather than an absolute ruler. We did the same, repurposing the nobility, retaining their prestige but limiting their power. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Remille was instrumental in getting this done.”

Anders smirked, surprised at Kaios’ revelation. “I guess people really do change, huh?”

Kaios smiled, savoring the brief moment of light-heartedness punctuating the tense air. But alas, it did not last. He continued, “That was just the beginning. The vassal states were another hurdle. They hated us for what we did, and justifiably so. I’m just glad that your people were there as mediators.”

Anders gave an understanding nod.

“Then came the toughest part,” Kaios’ voice became grim, “abolishing slavery. It wasn’t just about the nobles. The slaves themselves… many we’ve had to send back home. Some didn’t have a home to go back to, or no family left. Others were born and raised in captivity. Those who stayed behind in Parpaldia, they had no skills, no experience beyond servitude. But we had a plan. We set up schools and training centers under your people’s guidance. It was a massive investment – one that is continuing is strain our coffers and my administration’s relationship with the aristocracy.”

“As for public sentiment,” Kaios sighed, “that is something that is beyond our direct control. We can only lead by example and hope that, in time, people will see the benefits of these changes. The general populace was initially fearful after seeing the bombs fall on Esthirant. Some became resentful, upset; their pride was damaged.”

“But we had to make them understand that these changes were for the better. We launched extensive campaigns to educate the populace, to help them understand why these reforms were necessary. We organized town halls, manacomm programs, and even used some of your nation’s propaganda tactics. I still can’t tell if the people are fearful of going against you Americans, or if they’re actually coming around.”

“It’s an ongoing process, and there is still much to do. But if we keep on this path,” Kaios’ voice swelled with hope, “if we stay patient and persistent, I believe we will build a better Parpaldia.” He looked to Anders, the glow of the setting sun on his face, “I haven’t had the chance to properly say this, but thank you, Ambassador. Thank you for guiding us along this new path.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was simply the right thing to do,” Anders smiled. “The road ahead will certainly be challenging, but you’ve got our support. The resilience and dedication of your people will certainly pay off in the long run. And of course, the United States will continue to stand by you in this journey.”

Anders paused, shifting slightly in his chair and letting a respectful silence settle over their conversation.

Breaking the silence, Kaios ventured a cautious segue into their next topic. “Speaking of challenges,” he began, a change in his tone indicating a shift in conversation, “I’ve noticed increased activity in your bases in the region. Could this be related to Gra Valkas Empire?”

“Indeed it is, indeed it is,” Anders said.

Kaios nodded, “I see. It’s all over the news after all. The Americans finally joining the war to help the Muans and Mirishials. From what I’ve seen on MNN and your news companies, the Gra Valkans seem to be giving the EDI quite the challenge. If even the Mirishials have abandoned their haughtiness, hah, well that’s how you know it’s gotten bad.”

Anders chuckled at this, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah, they’re not particularly fond of admitting it, but it’s true. Without our intervention, the world might be too badly bruised, too fragile to stand against the Ravernals.”

Kaios sipped his drink, the golden glow on the horizon starting to recede. “Huh, even the Americans believe their prophesied return? Must be true after all…”

“Yeah, we’re hoping to put an end to this war as quickly as possible. If we’re lucky, we’ll be done within a year or two,” Anders speculated.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Raita commented. “I almost feel pity for the Gra Valkans.”

Kaios smiled. “Indeed, I can imagine. A single naval battle was all it took to flip Arde, Matal, and the others. But your people got lucky, having friends like us in Parpaldia’s upper echelons. These Gra Valkans… Can your nation manage to replicate such success?”

Anders shrugged, “I truly don’t know. I doubt that the Gra Valkans would be stubborn enough to keep fighting after losing half their ships and planes. But either way, I’m sure my government will figure out a quick end to the war. We won’t back down in the face of adversity. After all, we’re the land of the free and the home of the brave.”