Japanese-Aetesian Skirmish.

Aestesian Sea, Former South China Sea

4th Carrier Task Force, JS Itsukushima

| 4:12 | 16:12 | Hours."Damn, it's scorching out here!"The captain grumbled, his brow furrowing as he squinted against the relentless sun. He stood on the deck of the JS Itsukushima, the lead ship of the Itsukushima-Class Missile Cruiser, as it sailed across the seemingly infinite expanse of the Aestesian Sea, formerly known as the South China Sea.The sun's rays bore down unrelentingly, turning the metal deck into a scorching hotplate beneath his boots. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and the glare of the water was blinding. It was the kind of heat that made every breath feel like inhaling fire.Yearning for relief from the unforgiving heat, the captain sought refuge back on the bridge. The moment he stepped inside, a rush of blessed cool air greeted him, offering solace from the punishing sun. Yet, even within the air-conditioned room, a persistent warmth clung to his skin, a constant reminder of the blazing sun outside.Returning to the left bridge wing, he was met once again by the scorching rays of the sun. The sea stretched endlessly in every direction, its surface mirroring the intense blue of the sky."Status report: What in the world prompted the 'Amagi' to send us to this remote location?" He inquired, his disappointment evident in his expression. While he had half-expected this outcome, he couldn't help but question Tokyo's decision. They were operating in a desolate location, grappling with sporadic technical glitches in their equipment.He glanced back at the captain, who shared his sense of frustration. Then, with a sigh, he cast a quick scan over the empty expanse. Standing beside a radar display, all he saw was vast emptiness stretching out into the horizon, stirred only by a gentle breeze—just another mundane day in the relentless heat of the Aestesian Sea.For the past two days, they have maintained a vigilant watch over the situation since Queen Savannah's departure for the conference. They relied on their recently acquired systems, carefully selected from the Navy's arsenal. The conference garnered significant attention and resulted in an alliance with two superpowers, Japan and the United States of America. In light of these developments, they were committed to returning to the nation's capital to organise another well-coordinated meeting with their newfound allies.Examining recent events in Japan from a Japanese perspective was nothing short of astonishing. They observed how, despite earnest efforts, the American populace had resorted to such barbaric actions against their government. Anti-government riots had erupted throughout the United States, while protests continued in Japan. However, what struck them was the marked difference in the reports of violence or looting between the two nations. It led one to ponder why Japan, despite facing its share of civil unrest, seemed to have managed it more effectively than the United States.Disappointed, he shifted to the other side of the CO's seat, his frustration evident as he muttered something under his breath while addressing the captain's back. Meanwhile, his executive officer, with a thoughtful expression, continued to peer through his binoculars, scanning the vast expanse of the sea."I heard that the 3rd Carrier Task Force recently had contact with them," the XO explained, "and just beyond this point lies an empire known as 'the Artesian Empire.'"The captain turned to the XO, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. "I did not know of that; where did you come across this information, Lieutenant?"The XO leaned in, his voice low and filled with intrigue. "They mentioned they were contemplating establishing diplomatic relations back in Sollan. However, a colleague from the academy informed me that the Aetesians warned the ambassador sent there that they would declare war on us if we attempted to establish diplomatic ties, no matter the intent."Diplomacy, in this scenario, appeared to be defying the expected course of events. The intricacies of major powers supporting opposing factions left many questions unanswered. It was worth noting that the Alervon Kingdom had skillfully negotiated favourable deals with both his country and the United States, showcasing the complexities of international relations.As a captain, he occasionally yearned for a more dynamic role, one involving command in regions with more active engagements. Not too long ago, China had been involved in provocative actions, such as spraying water at Filipino ships in the South China Sea. The memories of those tense moments still lingered.Gazing out over the ocean, he couldn't help but notice the debris of the People's Liberation Army Navy's commercial vessels scattered across the water. It was a stark reminder of the days when his country had been locked in a conflict with the "Red Menace." How had the Chinese managed to execute such an operation, effectively taking control of the entire island? It has left Taiwan in a state resembling that of any war-torn nation, with scars and questions about the future."We fought against the communists, but the nation as we knew it has long since disappeared," he contemplated, his thoughts drifting to the profound changes that had occurred. He couldn't help but wonder: How similar could countries become when they fought in the name of the nations they claimed to represent?Since the invasion of Taiwan and the Ukrainian War, the captain has developed a staunch anti-war stance. He believed that, driven by the influence of the U.S. Military Complex, many nations could find themselves in situations akin to Afghanistan or other countries entangled in conflicts driven by politics and profit. The more conservative or libertarian one's political leanings, the more he perceived the growing shortsightedness and irrationality in global affairs."Unknown vessels identified! Four clicks away, starboard side!" the alert rang out, interrupting his thoughts.As they strolled down the deck, their eyes scanning the water, they suddenly spotted a ship. It left them questioning the efficacy of their systems when they could identify a vessel from such a great distance. However, when the navy spotted what seemed to be a colossal battleship looming in the distance, suspicions of a system glitch arose. The ship belched out thick plumes of black smoke from its smokestacks, concealing within them four formidable naval cannons. Its imposing silhouette grew clearer, and the sight was unlike anything they had ever encountered."What the hell is that?" he exclaimed as he laid eyes on what appeared to be a battleship. While he had seen similar vessels before, like the Yamato and Iowa, they were incomparable to this behemoth."Please notify Central Command of our findings and make contact with this ship," he ordered, a mix of awe and concern gripping him as they faced the unknown.

"Ay Captain," the XO reported, his tone marked by perplexity, "they seem to be heading away from us and toward the Bay of Soleil." He continued a note of incredulity in his voice, "Even the Chinese would think twice before attempting something like that. Who on earth is behind this?"

The XO then initiated communication with the mysterious ship ahead, trying to establish contact. Turning around to address the captain, he shook his head."It's like talking to a wall, Captain."The captain nodded in agreement. "Given what we've seen with the Chinese in the South China Sea, it's best not to get too close and take any unnecessary risks when that ship looks like a damn dreadnought."He couldn't help but marvel at the fact that, in a world filled with technological wonders, some nations still relied on World War II-era battleships. It was a testament to the diversity of the world. Although his anti-ship missiles could likely obliterate that ship with a well-aimed hit, at this range, he never anticipated encountering a situation where primitive vessels like World War II battleships were still in use. He decided to let the target pass before making any further moves. When he peered through his binoculars once more, his focus landed on something he couldn't quite believe. There was something unusual swiftly approaching their location. Shocked and alarmed, he shouted loudly towards the bridge."What the fuck is that?"A rider was perched atop a creature with wings, and it was rapidly flapping its way towards them. The sight left many on board startled, and they turned their attention to the bizarre spectacle."Holy fucking shit, it's a motherfucking dragon!" someone exclaimed, their disbelief evident.Uncertainty gripped the crew as the creature closed in swiftly, and they found themselves in uncharted territory. Many turned to the captain, awaiting his guidance on how to respond to this unprecedented situation. It was now up to him to make a crucial decision.**WHOOSH**An eruption of flames struck the starboard wing of the bridge, causing alarm and cries among the crew. Fortunately, no one was injured, but the shock of the fiery explosion reverberated through the ship.**BOOOM**Another explosion rocked the deck's edge, and while there were no casualties, it was a stark reminder of the danger they faced. The captain swiftly turned to his XO, a sense of urgency in his voice."Turn this ship around; make sure we're out of the range of those battleships!"The helmsman wasted no time and executed a sharp 230-degree turn to starboard. As the ship manoeuvred, the captain rushed outside, his gaze fixed on the flying lizard beast that had attacked them. It was the first time his beloved Itsukushima had been damaged in battle, and he was far from pleased."I want that fucking dragon shot down!" he ordered.The gunnery team immediately activated the front Phalanx CIWS, aiming it at the flying beast. As the ship veered to starboard, the green light on the starboard side grew closer, and tension filled the Action Information Centre (AIC). It was a race against time to defend their ship from the menacing creature."I've got you," the captain declared with a triumphant grin."You son of bitch!" his XO responded, sharing the moment's intensity.More adversaries with similar weaponry began to emerge from behind the wyvern. The captain remained unfazed; such threats wouldn't easily overcome a JS vessel. He stood outside on the port bridge wing, observing the unfolding situation while the Phalanx's deafening gunfire echoed throughout the area.BRRRRTTTThe sounds of screams and cheers from the enemy were audible as the phalanx unleashed its firepower. Some of them emerged from cover and gazed into the distance, while others met their demise. It was a moment unlike any other, witnessing a hostile force so close by. As the situation began to stabilise, the captain returned inside, reflecting on the sheer destructive power of modern weaponry. Even fantasy dragons wouldn't stand a chance against a 20mm calibre.The crew swiftly returned to their combat stations as the tide turned in their favour. The captain joined his XO, who received a positive report on the situation, and they continued to navigate this unexpected encounter."JN Amagi has requested that we refrain from falling back and sent an E-2 Hawkeye with the designation Hiro-1 in our direction. Amagi will dispatch aircraft to assist."The captain responded with a smart decision in the face of genuine combat. "Send a drone out to film the vast enemy fleet attacking us. While you're at it, show the Amagi what we're seeing outside.""Aye, Captain."Before the sentence could be completed, a massive splash erupted. BOOM! They heard and witnessed large splashes in front of them, caused by numerous rounds being fired, many of which missed.The captain quickly turned his attention back to the enemy fleet, grateful that the ship had narrowly avoided being hit. They were now travelling south at a speed of 26 knots, and he rushed to the portside bridge wing. These Super Dreadnoughts were equipped with numerous turrets, and battleships had already unleashed their firepower. The situation remained intense and uncertain.

Following the lead ship's movements, he turned his gaze towards the second one, which was also directing its batteries directly at them. In a matter of seconds, flashes from the enemy's batteries lit up the sky.

"Turn towards starboard!" the conning officer urgently shouted.As the ship executed a sharp starboard turn to evade the looming threat of the enemy's big ships, he watched as the massive, lumbering shells from the enemy vessels struck the ocean, several of them narrowly missing his ship. A grin formed on his face as he observed the spectacle."No one would believe what's happening right now," he mused.With the ship now at its top speed, it distanced itself from the approaching enemy force. The advantage of their position from behind allowed them to target the hostile ship with a Type 90 SSM-1B without having to pass through the enemy formation."Prepare the tubes, load the Type-90, and sink that ship that just tried to hit us," he ordered, determined to retaliate effectively.•

1st Aetesian Empire Imperial Fleet,

Flagship: AIN Imperialism, 3rd Imperial Aetesian Fleet| 5:21 | 17:21 |"What the hell is going on?"As they stared at the solitary ship, which had somehow evaded all of their battleship's guns and witnessed their entire Wyvern squadron being decimated an hour earlier, bewilderment and concern gripped the captain. This was no Alervon battleship, and its appearance defied their expectations."What are you?"The situation was rapidly escalating beyond what the captain had anticipated. He muttered to himself as his flagship, the Imperialism, and its sister ship, the Vialitiam, accelerated to close the gap. The enigmatic vessel was a simple target with just one cannon and a bright grey paint job, but the battleship's notoriously poor gun accuracy needed to be made easier."Fucking Jylonians."Despite the assurance that the Jylonian Republic boasted the finest ships, the Emperor had acquired one of their battleships that had shown little effort in its naval armaments. This metal behemoth was meant to serve as his flagship, but it fell short of expectations. In contrast, Alervon's ironclads would have been easily dismantled. However, the distance from the capital was considerable, taking hours to bridge, and with the unexpected encounter unfolding, their planned arrival time was now uncertain. The XO standing beside him shared his awe and disbelief at the sight before them, an experience neither official had ever anticipated in their careers."Move this fleet to a southern position and order the smaller warships to engage. Imperialism and Vialitiam must remain together; we cannot risk the transport being assaulted by the grey craft."The XO nodded in agreement as they swiftly executed the orders. As the sun began its descent, the captain observed the enigmatic ship on the horizon, realising the situation was growing more precarious. In mere seconds, flashes of light emanated from the grey ship's bow.He turned to address his officers, but before he could speak further, a barrage of shots was fired from the battleship. The impact was forceful enough to knock him off balance, and he stumbled onto the bridge. Panic ensued as the upper structure ignited, and the ship shuddered.Amidst the chaos, the captain regained his footing and faced the ship and his crew."Captain, some of the ship's secondary structures have been damaged, but there haven't been any significant explosions thus far."The situation was dire, and the Aetesian fleet found itself facing an unforeseen adversary.The incessant ringing in his ears disoriented the captain as he attempted to comprehend his officer's words. Nausea washed over him, and confusion clouded his mind as he turned to gaze at the grey ship, which was gradually disappearing from his line of sight. Slowly, he began to regain his senses."Fire another salvo!" he ordered.Batteries One through Five were aimed at a 50-degree angle to starboard, and the order rang out amidst the constant tolling of the ship's bell. BOOM! Each turret roared to life, launching a colourful array of shells towards the enemy vessel. In the distance, the captain witnessed the disheartening sight of the rounds missing their target once more, and his frustration grew.He knew that Prince Gourmet would be far from pleased to hear that his navy had been forced to retreat due to the damage inflicted by a single enemy ship. Realising that the current admiral might not take his warnings seriously, the captain swiftly addressed the rest of the crew."The situation is dire, so I want everyone to prepare for a nighttime battle. Get the flaresHis words were abruptly cut short as the crew members turned to face their backs, their attention drawn by a massive explosion.KABOOM!The deafening explosions sent shockwaves through the area, creating a massive blaze that engulfed everything in its path. The horrifying scene left everyone in the vicinity in a state of shock and disbelief. The second major ship was consumed by flames and screams, and the cacophony of metal grinding against metal filled the air. Desperate sailors leapt overboard, and the sounds of men trapped below deck added to the chaos."AIN Vialitiam got hit!" someone yelled, stating the obvious.The captain, his voice strained and his expression a mix of horror and bewilderment, muttered, "What could have caused this?"He turned to his second in command, his fear evident in his eyes."Message the admiralty immediately about what just occurred," the captain ordered, his tone resolute. "We're turning this entire fleet back to the homeport."The XO hesitated for a moment but couldn't bring himself to argue. Another explosion erupted nearby, unleashing a massive fireball. The crew on the bridge rushed outside, their eyes widening as they witnessed an armoured cruiser being struck. The impact caused an oil leak that ignited into a sprawling fireball, dwarfing even the catastrophic explosion that had consumed AIN Vialitiam. The XO grimly noted that another frontline ship was falling victim to the unseen adversary.As the sun had already set, the smouldering wreckage provided only minimal illumination in the darkening sea. Crew members strained their eyes, searching for any sign of the elusive grey ship that had inflicted such devastating damage upon their fleet. Many of the side-firing ships activated their searchlights, attempting to pierce the darkness and locate the mysterious adversary.However, to their dismay, the grey ship remained concealed. It had vanished into the night, leaving them with a haunting sense of unease. In response, they swiftly ordered the helmsmen to execute a sharp turn to port, altering their course away from the battle zone.The messenger relayed urgent instructions throughout the fleet, activating the magic orb for communication."Change course immediately and make your way back to the main base, all active warships; we are withdrawing!"The last engagement resulted in the loss of several warships and significant damage to a large vessel. The captain was left in disbelief; whatever had attacked them possessed a level of firepower and precision that surpassed any known adversary, even Alervon. He couldn't fathom which ship or faction could have orchestrated such a devastating assault. Reporting this disastrous outcome to the port admiral was sure to bring serious consequences, and he couldn't help but wonder what repercussions awaited him for allowing one of their warships to be lost.As the fleet began its withdrawal under the moonlit sky, the captain couldn't find words to express his feelings. He turned to his XO, his expression a mix of frustration and bewilderment. This unexpected and devastating encounter had left him reeling, unsure of how to proceed. The loss of one of their warships was a bitter pill to swallow, and he couldn't shake the feeling of being outmatched by their mysterious adversary.He understood the importance of taking precautions to ensure the safety of Prince Gourmet's staff. They needed to be informed about the true nature of the threat they had encountered, even if it meant revealing their vulnerability. It was only fair that they knew the identity of their assailant, as Alervon seemed an unlikely culprit for such a devastating attack.As the flares dissipated and the invasion fleet continued its retreat towards the main base, the captain contemplated the events that had unfolded. It was a moment to gather his thoughts before facing the inevitable repercussions of this unexpected defeat. The serene beauty of the moonlit ocean, coupled with the approaching autumn, provided a stark contrast to the turmoil and uncertainty that now hung over them.• • • • • • • •Island of Jienaro, Aisha Dynasty, 4th regional conference,November 18, 1773.1 day before the Japanese-Aetesian skirmish in the Artesian Sea

| 2:23 PM | 14:23 |

Lady Evelin Malcros, a remarkable figure standing at an imposing 6'6", drew the attention of everyone in the room as she made her way to the podium. Her presence alone commanded respect, and her appearance left those in attendance intrigued and captivated. She was adorned in a pristine white nobility dress, embellished with a collection of medals and awards. Among these honours were the tokens of her leadership of the now-disbanded Royal Dragons regiment, a position she held before it was dissolved as part of sweeping changes initiated by the reigning monarch.As she stepped up to the podium, her towering stature and imposing demeanour added to the aura of authority she exuded. With one arm raised and brought to her chest, she introduced herself to the gathered assembly."I am Lady Evelin Malcros, and I have been chosen to represent the Rostarian Empire at the fourth Regional Conference."Her announcement sent shockwaves through the audience. It was not merely her title and position that drew gasps of surprise, but also her unique heritage. Evelin Malcros was a Dragonborn, a member of the enigmatic Dragon Folk Kingdom, and her distinctive physical features bore witness to her lineage. Her large dragon horns and wings marked her as a descendant of a proud and ancient lineage, and yet her face possessed the beauty of a human woman, defying common expectations. It was a remarkable sight, and those present couldn't help but be taken aback by the presence of such an extraordinary representative."For over four centuries, since the establishment of our illustrious Rostarian Empire by our First Majesty, we have embarked on a remarkable journey of expansion and enlightenment. Our empire has cast its gaze beyond the known horizons, seeking uncharted lands not merely for conquest but as fertile grounds for the growth and advancement of civilizations. You will never hear tales of former Rotarian colonies lamenting their fate, for we do not leave destruction in our wake. Instead, we nurture and elevate, guiding these lands towards enlightenment and progress. We facilitate the blossoming of their cultures as they, in turn, grace the world with their unique influences."As we move forward, working diligently towards crafting a treaty that provides security and stability to nations plagued by looming threats, a profound alliance will emerge. The Rostarian Empire has left an indelible mark on the nations of the Fourth Civilization."The applause that followed her speech was resounding, a chorus of approval echoing throughout the assembly hall. The representatives, their glasses of crimson wine raised in unison, received her words as an unwavering truth. After delivering this impactful address, one that filled her with pride as she represented the world's largest empire, Lady Evelin Malcros gracefully bowed to her appreciative audience.Backstage, as she made her way through the bustling crowd of her staff, there was a palpable sense of relief, evident in the sigh that escaped her lips. Her team, closely surrounding her, offered warm congratulations and words of admiration."Lady Malcros, your presentation was nothing short of splendid," one of her aides remarked. "His Majesty will surely be pleased.""Thank you, Larry. The progress we've witnessed across the Fourth Civilization in the last four decades has undeniably been a boon to the Mainland. The Thurmifiman's prowess in trading high-quality materials like steel and nickel has certainly bolstered our development," Lady Malcross responded appreciatively."I've also heard rumours that they've acquired two relatively modern capital warships from the Commonwealth of Dharma at a surprisingly low cost," Larry continued. "Reports suggest that they aim to amass a formidable 400-ship fleet by the end of 1776. It's rather intriguing what might be driving such ambitions."However, Lady Malcross appeared untroubled by the potential tensions arising in the Thurmifiman fleet. She shifted her focus, expressing concerns of a different nature: "We should indeed keep a close eye on the recent developments indicating that the State of Bastan and the Duitsland Federation are planning operations in the Siena region. The Bastanians are rapidly expanding their influence across the continent, with support from the Holy Empire and the Momentos Empire. Their intentions bear more immediate consequences for our realm."Lady Marlcoss considered the complex dynamics at play across the continent. The Momentos Empire's conquest of two prominent nations, formerly key trading partners of the Second Civilization, had created considerable disruptions, leading to ongoing conflicts. Her concerns about the Duisland Federation's influence along the Siena seaboard were certainly valid, as this could trigger significant trade issues and possibly necessitate military involvement. The continent had indeed become a focal point for numerous disputes among its neighbouring nations.She turned to Larry, contemplating the situation, and posed a question: "Why do you think the Commonwealth of Caledonia has shown such a soft spot for the Duisland Federation?"The arrival of the Caledonian delegation presented an opportunity to gain clarity on their motives. However, for the time being, Lady Malcross decided to unwind and enjoy a brief social gathering. She and her staff made their way to the bar, where a wide array of beverages awaited them, including rice wine, red wine, beer, and imported Alervon whisky.Amid the social gathering, Lady Malcross opted for a finely aged wine, befitting her status as a distinguished lady. She raised her glass, taking a sip to toast the success of their speech. Laughter and cheerful chatter filled the room as everyone celebrated their achievements with one-shot glasses in hand."Lady Malcross, it's good to see you once more."The familiar voice caught her attention, and Lady Malcross turned to see Caroline Yarrow and March Remington. Their presence at the conference was a pleasant surprise, and Lady Malcross was curious to learn more about their reasons for attending."Ah, Ambassador Caroline! It's a pleasure to have you here at the White Palace." Lady Malcross greeted Caroline with a warm smile, then turned her attention to March Remington."Ah, Mr. Remington, it has been some time since the last time we ever saw each other. May I ask how your father is?"Remington was taken aback by her inquiry regarding his father and wasn't sure if it carried any deeper meaning. However, he chose to respond politely, though with a hint of surprise in his voice."The old man passed away a year ago, but I've been carrying on his legacy and responsibilities," he replied.Lady Malcross expressed her condolences with genuine sympathy. "I'm truly sorry to hear about your father's passing. Sir Remington made invaluable contributions to our nation, and I know his legacy will continue to influence the policies and direction of our government. If there's anything I or the Empire can do to support you during this time, please don't hesitate to ask."Remington nodded appreciatively. "Thank you for your kind words, Lady Malcross. I'll do my best to continue my father's work and uphold his legacy."With that, Remington excused himself and walked away, leaving Caroline Yarrow and Lady Malcross's staff to continue their conversation.Over the next thirty minutes, they delved into a variety of topics. The discussion included Rostarian plans to construct a new grand mansion for His Majesty, trade expansion initiatives with the Fourth Civilization, and the unexpected and alarming news about the Artesian Empire's military buildup. Lady Malcross was particularly surprised by the latter.She leaned forward, her expression reflecting both intrigue and concern. "The decision to bolster the Artesian Empire's military is indeed noteworthy and somewhat concerning. It appears that Jylon is making substantial strides in fortifying its presence across the Fifth Continent. This development is compelling nations to form alliances and partnerships to address the changing dynamics and the potential shifts in regional power.""It would pose quite a problem for the Alervon Kingdom," Lady Marlcross replied. "From what I've heard, they were planning a summit between our respective government bodies to establish a military partnership in response to the growing military strength of the Artesian forces. I suspect it's your government that's behind this initiative, given the numerous sightings of Jylonian-like warships in the vicinity.""March Remington serves as the primary contractor for most of the military supplies directed to Aetesian ground troops. In fact, our private military company is responsible for a substantial portion of their supply chain, all thanks to their alliance. Despite my strong advocacy for pacifism, the aggressive imperialist tendencies of the Jylonian far-right are pushing them towards establishing an empire that contradicts the principles of the Jylonian constitution. President Riverine and his team seem determined to pursue this imperialistic agenda, even in opposition to the ideals of the Holy Empire."As the Jylon Republican Party itself does not consider its authority to extend beyond the president's ideas, Lady Marlcross could empathise with the frustration of witnessing the forced destruction of a nation with which she hoped to establish a meaningful relationship.Caroline turned her gaze towards Lady Marlcross, her expression visibly troubled as she took a sip from her drink at the counter. She then directed her gaze back to Lady Marlcross and made a small comment."What are the majesty's plans for the near future, Lady Marlcross?""To be honest, I'm not entirely sure," Marlcross replied. "But what I do know is that we are planning a visit to the Commonwealth of Caledonia to discuss the confirmation of what are known as XO-frames, which have piqued our interest.""XO frames? I've never come across such weapons or vehicles," Caroline remarked to herself, her curiosity piqued for a moment, though she quickly brushed it aside. She knew that her government had the capability to develop its own if it ever acquired the technology. What did concern her, however, was the allocation of the budget, with a substantial portion dedicated to the Navy and the Army, particularly for the "Specialised Trained Soldiers" equipped with heavy armour, essentially turning them into 'Heavy Rear Soldiers.' It was clear that the Jylon Republic's armed forces were undergoing a significant transformation.While spending time with Caroline in the bar, Lady Marlcross casually glanced at her left wrist and noticed that her watch indicated it was already 3:00; an hour had passed. These types of conferences were known to last quite a while, and this one didn't seem likely to conclude until the next day. She turned her attention back to Caroline just as her staff returned with some new information."Caledonians have arrived, my lady," they reported.Lady Marlcross let out a sigh and then turned to face her staff, placing her now-empty glass on the counter."I'll be there in five minutes."Her staff nodded in acknowledgement and swiftly departed, blending in with the rest of the crowd. Lady Marlcross then turned her attention back to Caroline."Do enjoy your time at the White Palace, Ambassador Caroline. I'll be engaging in a private discussion with the Caledonians regarding their relations with the Duitsland Federation."After shaking hands with Lady Marlcross, Caroline briefly joined her staff for a drink at the bar. Shortly thereafter, she made her way to where the Alervon and Jylonian diplomatic teams were gathered. She couldn't help but notice Queen Savannah engaged in conversation with diplomats from other Fourth Civilizations. Feeling a twinge of exhaustion, she sighed softly, as this extended interaction wasn't what she had initially anticipated for the next four hours.Caroline had hoped for a different outcome, one that would allow the Jylon Republic to expand its influence without destabilising the nation. Her hopes were somewhat dashed when she noticed the absence of March Remington in the group. The realisation struck her, widening her eyes with recognition: the Artesian empire had arrived. With March Remington's absence, it was quite likely that he had ventured into Artesian territory.Caroline's spirits sagged as she made her way back to rejoin the rest of her crew. The growing unease was palpable, with even those nearby starting to cast worried glances toward the main entrance, sensing that something was amiss. She turned around and saw Queen Savannah, along with her staff and her own crew, making their entrance. It was evident that they were the ones the Alervon officials had hoped to avoid.As they stood beside her, the Alervon officials inquired, "What's going on, ambassador?"Queen Savannah directed a question at Caroline, who remained silent, her gaze fixed on the gathering tension in the room. The noise from the front entrance continued to escalate, with many people murmuring and exchanging uneasy glances.Queen Savannah's expression mirrored the growing fear in the room, and she too began to peer anxiously at the main entrance. The sound coming from beyond the doors felt ominously familiar, and they hurriedly retreated inside as a figure waited on the other side of the massive doors at the entrance. Slowly but steadily, the voice on the other side grew louder."I have arrived!"The loud proclamation caught many of the participants off guard, and when Caroline glanced to her left to see Queen Savannah's reaction, she wasn't surprised to find her expression filled with shock and fear. Queen Savannah, however, appeared unfazed by Caroline's presence. It was none other than Prince Gourmet who had made this dramatic entrance, his face fully revealed as he faced the assembled crowd. His emotions appeared to be a complex mix as he strode forward, accompanied by his personal staff and March Remington.Prince Gourmet's eyes quickly found the woman who had previously refused to marry her daughter off to him, and he moved towards her with deliberate steps. Queen Savannah froze, clearly not anticipating that he would notice her so swiftly. Standing before her, he left her stunned as he smirked and gallantly kissed her hand. Then, glancing back at the crowd, he simply inquired, his presence commanding attention."Why can't we just accept the terms?"Those words left her stunned as she read the note below, for it was an issue she had hoped to avoid. The man in charge of the vast Artesian continent empire was now standing directly in front of her, posing the question, and she hesitated. The change was clearly in order.