Time of Frame

[-{weeklater}-}

Akiyama Crowns the last Marquis, the nobility in an upward circle of 102, he smiles in the ball. "I suppose that one way of putting it." He says.

Augustine nods. "It's a bit early for a democracy, is it not?" Augustine said Akiyama responding.

He tilts the glass, gulping down some. "I never said that." His eyes widen. "Then what can you consider it?"

Akiyama responds "Just a Step down from an Absolute monarchy." he whispers glancing at his wife talking with the other Women within the Celebration of the War's end.

He glances to the balcony heading towards it as he exits Sonia. Staring into the Star covered Sky, "A step of confidence wouldn't hurt Eliska."

She flinches "Huh", turning around to face him as she backs up into the balcony railing of Akiyama Right there.

"Ah hello Lord Akiyama." he nods glancing over her. "Blue contrasts your eyes. Well, you should wear it more."

Her Dress a light shade of blue, contrasting her Ruby coloured eyes. He enters the Banquet Again, making small chatter amongst the newly Crowned Nobles.

All of them being that of Veterans in Arms The war Over as the gates priorly used by the Undead were Closed now being held by Akiyama.

he laughs at the small chatter made about things, noting how different areas under his authority develop Different Cultures the level arranged from those held in the Underworld complete.

A notification being him to his sense [Gaia Array Activated entering Life launch capsule B10 firing. proximity, Plane Sahara Desert.]

a Projectile Pierce the Sky hammering down into the middle of the Sahara [Ancient Forest Capsule activated Mana restoration Online rejuvenating.]

The smile notice Augustine breaking the iced silence brought by it "What the smile for lord Akiyama."

Akiyama smiles. "It seems we may see a faster rejuvenation." Augustine tilts his head, a drone appearing in front of Akiyama.

Giving him a tablet. He glances over the Information on it. "Good." he hands it back to the Drone.

"Shall we finish this banquet with a dance?" He says walking towards Lythinma, presenting his Hand with a light bow.

She smiles "very well." The music increases, encompassing the room entirely. Sonia staring at the sky wide eyed.

The glow of the green beams reinforcing the magnetic field with its system 4 beams forms based on the cardinal directions.

establishing an anchor to the earth's core, they charge up the beams, the sole purpose of procuring more fuel for the earth.

Well, also enhancing life by Connecting Mana to the planet, a 3rd primary array responsible for that.

The dance continues with the Banquet coming to an end to remember those Dead as the event pertains to do.

The Numberless amount of something Akiyama never wishes upon anyone more. '𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔.'

He sighs, attending the Major Funerals he can. The sincerity and atmosphere, something he's not known to having never attended them in the past.

He Returns to his offices. Exhausted, he sits in the chair, rubbing his temple. "I should plan out the next generation of weapons."

He blinks the Fatigue, overcoming '𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.' he gets up and heads to his Room taking a shower before laying Down with Lythinma.

Waking up after 6 hours. He enters his workshop again, writing blueprints for mass productions.

"that grimoire, the marquis, had Could be transferred to Code and made into a bracelet to allow functional Magic"

He draws down sketch after sketch, ripping apart some before finding a blueprint he's satisfied with. A slightly loose fitting bracelet.

he nods, pushing it off to the Side. and deciding on something "hmm if I make an entire government beneath me then leave would it function."

he plays it in a simulator, the system running effectively "A head Administrator with Administrators beneath them and so on."

He slaps his head. "I COULD'VE spent MORE TIME WITH MY KIDS THEN PAPERWORK!" He Growls.

Pushing it to the back of his head, he design a cube of sorts. "A system cube," he smirks. The idea relative to the system.

"A limited Functional System that registers and updates stats and directly correlates data from the world core into comprehensive information."

"A.S.C," he calls it leaning back in the chair, "I'll make it function even in modern times by displaying classification, roles and talents. "Should lower Depression in that era."

he shrugs it off, pushing it off after finishing it before working on Armour Schematics and vehicles.

his eyes darting between the papers as he Sketchs out a new version of Tanks the Start of Medieval equipment.

Perfecting the perfect blade Design for individual Task "I'll have to design Regiments with Augustine."

He mumbles well, working it over. Getting up after roughly 8 hours and going to Lythinma, he smiles.

Hugging her, she places a hand on his cheek. "Don't you have paperwork and meetings to attend to, Honey?"

He glance up. "I don't think One day going to result in an overload of paperwork, especially with the little guys I put in charge of it."

She sighs smiling "well we will certainly enjoy you. Ignis giggles, flailing his arms above him towards Akiyama.

He approaches Ignis, picking him up. The boy giggles in his arms. Akiyama placing him against his shoulder, well supporting the nape of his head.

"Dwad!" Akiyama's eyes widen. Lythinma glances at it and narrows her eyes. "Muwma" Lythinma holding back laughter.

Akiyama just glance at her. "What do I have a special effect on Kids or something cause every time I come here they seem to grow smarter."

Lythinma answer "it's because you spend months away dummy their near a year old." He grins "well isn't that entertaining?"

Flames lick his lips with a warmth similar to a hug. He opens his mouth as the gentle Fire surges out engulfing the room in a blaze that doesn't Chare or burn.

"That Not how physics work!" Akiyama snickers. "Of course it's not. This isn't real Fire, it just make like it."

She places a hand in it. The gentle lick believable. "Is this another ability from your contract with the Lord of Plasma?"

He shakes his hand. "An illusion that fools the sense."