The end of Divisions.

"Truly a wonderful massacre," Christopher smiles. Shouzou's eyes widen under the glasses in horror. "See what unity leads to" he glances over the rivers of blood and the burning corpses.

"Unity for humanity is like 2 ant colony warring. They won't stop until 1 side is dead. Shouzou shakes his head, refusing to admit the glaring truth. "You can not stop humanity's petite need for war".

Taking a drink of the water, he glances over at Shouzou. "Even your son can't stop the course of the world" He screams "NO!" losing any composure, Musashi, shocked by this abrupt change".

"Your morals are corrupt, your concepts broken, and your mind manipulated," He said, "by none other than yourself." Christopher shakes his head in disappointment.

"Shut up, Just Shut up". Christopher smirks, taking another sip of the water. "No". He glances surprised, "I won't shut up because some mortal being told me to shut up" "

Musashi processes these emotions, "grief is that what this is called". Christopher smiles. Shouzou, glancing at her as if betrayed Christopher, snickers.

"There is nothing like watching somebody you thought you could trust just crushing you to the animalistic level." he says. "Yes, what you are seeing Musashi is grief. In fact, this is the first stage of it denial."

Musashi glance with further interest, "but what's there to grieve about? Those important to him didn't die."

Sipping the tea, Christopher sighs, "grief is not just based on personal connection, it can be something as impudently pathetic as your goals and morals."

"He just got his morals completely obliterated by his own decisions. Anybody would grieve when they think of the weight of thousands of people's weight down on them."

"He doesn't have to care, but he does he never expect everybody to be killed." "Even when that is exactly what happened during the great war," yawning Christopher stops.

"I'd process what you just learned Musashi, he got his emotionless from consistently addressing you as queen."

"Even when you confirmed he is like a father to you" Musashi nods, "it was always odd, even though he affiliated with himself."

"You'd think he reciprocates my favour, yet he doesn't" Christopher nods walking towards her. Finishing his glass of water, he pats her head. The slight trace of the creator shocking her.

Her head whips towards him."creator!" he glances at her, confused. "huh what do you mean". She catches herself, covering her mouth with a slightly embarrassed blush.

"As much as I wish, I was the creator. I'm not him at all" he nods, insisting, "I'm just an admiral." She shakes her head, smacking her cheeks cutely. " You should take him back to the ship".

He points at the mentally broken Shouzou. His morals wholly destroyed, "I'll tell my men to move out after Europe is taken in its entirety" he yawns.

"We're leaving Alcron" disappear, they both appear on the ship. "FLEET OF GOLD PULL OUT, WE'RE RETURNING TO PLATINUM FORTRESS."

Alcron's engines rumble slowly, speeding up to its minimal jump speed. The massive black gate opens, driving through it until Alcron disappears. The forces in Europe continuing to take its ground.

Months pass as Europe is completely pacified. A military peace is instated over the European portion of the continent of Eurasia.

Moving through the streets in large battalions. Searching through the debris for survival, they remove debris atop them easily.

Taking out those injuries that they can move well, carefully, take those impaled or with back injuries. The European continent returns to a semipeace. Everybody on is it afraid of the force of those men.

Dragging the leaders of the oppositions into a room together with no guards, a general sits down at the end of the table.

"Your lucky lord Christopher decided to spare you here" a sheet is slide towards both of them.

"That an even peace treaty" it shows them the split land, "you designated the borders of each faction."

They glance towards him as he nods. "We balanced and made them as even as possible" They nod. "I see no massive issue, but where are the other country's leaders?" The general rolls his eyes.

"Do you think a country in a war of that scale can keep important people like leaders alive with a lack of equipment?".

They shake their heads, "then that is your answer". They nod, reading over it as more leader enters. "You lied," he nods. "Just bought time for those countries to select their emergency government."

He slides the sheets to all of them. They glance over it as well. "Is there anybody else to wait on?" the general glances at him. "Unless you count Germany, then no".

The door flies open. A man wearing glasses walking in speaking the German tongue before switching to English.

"Apologize for being late. I am the foreign affairs minister." the guards remain silent.

"Sit down. They don't speak to outsiders" nodding, he sits down, the sheet sliding to him as well. "I see no loopholes for us to take advantage of, but I do see a lot of weird rules revolving around interstellar."

The general nods. "Avalon is an intergalactic empire that runs off an absolute monarchy with 2 councils, 1 for military affairs and 1 for civil affairs. Each branch of the councils has a subordinate business directly correlating to their position on the council."

"But wouldn't that make it a hereditary title instead of an interchanging?" The general shakes his head. "They're specific rules and conditions that must be met to even be recognized as a potential candidate for the council. They are second only to the imperial majesty. "

"After all conditions are fulfilled, then you go through the trial to even get on a council as a subordinate aid, then you get to the actual position of council member."

They nod, glancing over at it. "See how very specific conditions must be fulfilled for you to enact a pacification? I see no problem with this. "

He signs it, with the sheet getting added to finish the rest nod, "I agree the territory are balance and there are a lot of systems in place to prevent take over. Even political overtaking is foul in this"

"It also prevents china or Russia from doing anything to because of imports" The 4-hour-long meeting ends, everybody but the general leaving.

He grins. "You think any of them noticed the fine print" the guards nod, "a few hesitated once they looked over it before signing it."

"Oh, they must have misunderstood. Any active members of this treaty may contact Avalon for relief and support aid."

The guard nods. "It is a wonderful deal for them. They don't have to give us anything, and we'll provide relief at the limit of once every 50 years."

"Shall we inform the lord? " he nods, opening a com line. "[so how'd the peace treaty go, senior general Gron?]"

He kneels. "They all sign the treaty and have begun the recovery of their country. We will begin restocking the natural resources of the planet."

He nods. "[Permission granted]" they stand up, the call ending "start natural resource recovery"