Geopoltics

He stops testing his Occult magic. The Mourning Echo hovers above him jumping up he grabs it Flinging it towards a dummy.

The blades expand, cutting the dummy down the necrotic energy fester on it. The wheel reels back, flying a circle around him.

He grabs it again, holding onto it, the wheels blade spinning on their own. Throwing it up in the air, he dashes backwards.

the wheel spins into a diagonal, the orb closest to the ground firing off electric like bolts hammering into the dummy's.

They're covered in spots of necrosis, their false hay decaying off before the pole supporting them collapses. The Echo returns to above his head.

The essences caused being drained back towards it, refilling it. He glances at the pure destruction before nodding "yep they're both broken as fuck".

He holsters both in the floating sheath. it hovering carefully behind him as dungeons connect the 2. He returns to his study.

Glancing at how all the papers are gone, he nods. "Seems it will increase faster than I was expecting. I suppose it's time to go get some more recruitments by opening chests"

He calls in the Duchess, his sister, walking in before kneeling. He shakes his head. "You only need to lightly bow, sis"

She nods. "What do you need, brother? " He looks at her. "Can you make a map of the area or point me towards the closest city she nods?

Pulling out a world map. "We are currently directly on the previous border between America and Canada, exactly here.

She points at the Prior borders. "We can take over all of North America. as for south, I'd leave it be" she marks an area around them.

"We should split the entire territories into sections like the provinces of our world smaller, but still there maybe central to the capital city."

"speaking of that, what are we going to name it?" he sighs. "it names directly after the empire, so it would be Cirmarus"

She nods. "How that pronounced Sir-mars-us" he nods "yep Cirmarus" he glances down writing it on the pieces of paper "the nearest city to us would be Plentywood to the south. and Radville to the north."

He nods. "ok and those are about." she cuts him off. "35 kilometres to Plentywood from Regway and 74 to Radville "

(this is probably incorrect, but I did try with this)

"that not including the trip from here which is based around big mud to it and the roads are still intact'd and fairly cleared. I'd send a few envoys."

He nods. "hmm I don't want to reveal our tanks and besides, we'd have to do some other form to transport them.

She nods. "What about V-22 osprey or maybe an even more advanced type of tiltrotor vehicle? " Akiyama glances at her. "It would work, but I have to do some adjustments to it for it to fly properly in this atmosphere it about 1 off from earth."

"though I could also possibly make massive gunships that hover outside the visual range of humans," he nods, think of how to do that

"but I have to make an infinite fuel source. Orbital weapons are another option but are tech isn't advanced enough for it"

"and it's fairly obvious when they're fired" he glance at Emilia ", so I suppose tiltrotor technology would be the best option for multirole.

"we should work on bombers and such as well. I have a few ideas from some games I played and with my mathematics material, cost won't be a problem."

"let's just makes some cavalry and carriages. For now, such technology would be more eye-catching than I'd like for them to be"

"that would take us weeks to get between them," he nods. "that why we install an Outpost and set up a gate. It will teleport us between them."

"alright then," he writes a command, "send a battalion towards Radville" marking it down "Baron Marshall" the head butler walks in.

"yes Lord." he hands the sheet to the baron. "send this it Augustine," the butler bows, leaving the room. Standing up, he glances at Emila. "You want to come with me?"

She shakes her head. "Nobility monitor and everything will keep me busy. " She yawns. Akiyama nods "alright" as he stands up.

"I have to find somebody to handle the paperwork. Well, I'm gone, not the baron and not Augustine Nor Lythinma"

Emilia nods, leaving. "Maybe Sonia," he nods. "She did say she was the heiress of her house. " He nods walking away, exhaling heavily.

"I suppose its time to apologize," he walks out, glancing at her before asking around finding her house. He knocks on the door.

He sighs, opening it. He notices it unlocked cautiously, wonders he sees her soundly in the livingroom in front of a table of Letters.

He glances over at them. "letters of apology" he picks 1 of the more complete looking 1s reading over it "so she wants to apologize to me."

He whispers. Sonia wakes up, seeing the figure looking over her letters. She quickly grabs them all, blushing before pulling them off the table.

The letters flying everywhere. He looks over at them on the floor. Sonia shiver slightly but grabs herself to stop. exhaling to calm herself.

"you're still afraid of me," she nods steadily he sighs "what still bothering? you. It's been months since you got hit. I couldn't even apologize to you because of my role now."

she nods in understanding "that hit drew some unsavoury things back from my amnesia and my androphobia

(Androphobia > fear of men, the opposite of gynophobia > fear of women.)

She shivers remembering them."but you were weird. When that gate rose it was unnatural," he sighs. "it was from an incident a long time ago"

He glances off with a slight glaze over his eyes. Sonia glances at him, her Androphobia suppressed somehow. 'is this the power of an emperor?'

He regains himself. "Sorry, I was spacing out. I was going to ask you something. " She nods, still dazed. "can you handle my paperwork? Well, I'm gone"

Her dazed vanishes, her hairs raising "how long" she mumbles. He stares at her. "Huh, what you say?" She shakes her head. "How long? " speaking up, he finally hears her.

"Around half a month. " Her teeth clench, her eye twitching. "it sees you have a hatred for paperwork," he backs up.

From the black aura emitting from her, she turns her head towards him, smiling creepily. "sure" she says, her dead fish eyes staring at him as if he doesn't exist".