11 Argument in the Grand Library, and the messenger of God
Within the Grand Library, seated at a table, is four people who are conversing with each other.
On one side of the table, sits a male silhouette who seems to have a semi-translucent form, within his form are what seem to be tiny stars, dotted all across the figure's body.
Seated to his left, is a giant burly man, this behemoth of a man seems to emanate death, he gives off this ghastly feeling of dread and despair, the man has eerie light blue eyes whose pupils seem to flicker and burn like two flames, this man also has shoulder-length hair that is completely made out of blue flames.
To the right of the figure mentioned first, is a Terran woman who looks to be no older than her mid-twenties, she had long wavy brown hair that is silky smooth and extremely full and lush, she is sporting a dark blue hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants, she has bright blue eyes that can see through a man's soul, but at the same time give off an air of intelligence.
The last of four is a man seated to the right of the brown-haired beauty, he has long strawberry blonde hair that goes down to his jawline and is parted down the middle, this man has a pair of steel grey eyes that seem to know the deepest darkest secrets of anyone who looks into them, like the woman to his left, he sports a grey hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants.
These four people are Jeremiah, Azrail, Sofia, and of course their head honcho, Tristan the God of Creation.
The four were having a "civil" discussion talking about the events that happened in the Terran continent during the 15,000-year time acceleration as well as some of their favorite "characters".
"The Fryll Kingdom is without a doubt the greatest nation to form on the Terran continent!" yelled Sofia
"Your judgment is false; the Elora Empire is the best country to form!" boomed Azrail
"Both of you are wrong, the Haeterra Empire is the greatest, did you see the vast expanse of land they conquered, that goes to show that they are superior!" said Jeremiah
As the three of them sat there bickering, Tristan was observing with a smug smile on his face.
When Sofia noticed this, she immediately snapped at him.
"Hey, big bro, why are you sitting there with a look on your face that says we're all idiots!" screamed Sofia in annoyance
"Because all of you are dead wrong," said Tristan with a calm and condescending tone
"Then who do you think is the greatest Terran nation!" yelled the three at the same time
"It's quite obvious really, the Vraetia Empire is by far the strongest and greatest nation, they are superior military-wise, agriculture-wise, and economy-wise."
"Firstly, the Haeterra Empire has fallen apart, the empire now only consists of the southern half of its original borders with the northern half split into three different kingdoms vying for supremacy, plus, it took them over 4,000 years to conquer and form the empire, but it only took less than a millennium to start declining, all because of one incompetent ruler. "
"See, that's why the Fryll Kingdom is way better than the Haeterra Empire!" Sofia said tauntingly towards Jeremiah
"Oh, don't think you are out of this conversation yet, the Fryll Kingdom has to be one of the luckiest kingdoms I have seen in Saxonia."
"The Telren Kingdom could've easily conquered Fryll, they had all the momentum they needed after the devastating death of King Danon III at the hands of King Atticus IV."
"And they were pushing the Fryll Kingdom back into their borders, that is until Atticus finally died due to age, if it wasn't for that idiot of a successor, then the Telren Kingdom would've been the ones to unite the Western Peninsula."
"Hence the reason why the Elora Empire is the greatest!" boasted Azrail
"Wrong."
"Sure, the warriors of the Elora Empire are quite formidable, but they are nothing compared to the average soldier in the Vraetia Empire who might I remind you is on average a 2nd tier aura squire, and that isn't even counting the 200 strong mage division and all of the higher tiered magic users."
"And don't forget the cavalry that the Vraetia Empire boasts is by far the strongest in the whole continent, dare I say the world!"
"Like the Haeterra Empire, it took four millenniums worth of time to conquer out that small northern tip of the continent, all that bloodshed just for some barbarians to come around a few millennia later and conquer a whole province from their empire."
"And don't get me wrong, I'm not saying the Vraetia Empire is perfect, hell, the empire is pretty much in the middle of a civil war right now!"
"But nonetheless, everything about Vraetia is superior, their economics, agriculture, military, advisors, generals, rulers, and even their history is more interesting than the other nations."
"And don't forget about how they also had the greatest ruler to ever live, the great Emperor Rigurd "The Conqueror"!"
"Emperor Rigurd was so grand, that there is a law that forbids anyone from naming a child Rigurd, and the only way for a royal to gain the name of Rigurd is if they do something even greater than he did in life, which will most likely never happen."
"And that is why the Vraetia Empire is the greatest of Saxonia," said Tristan
Throughout that whole explanation, Tristan had kept a calm and collected facade, he never once rose his voice in anger, nor did he rag on other countries, he presented straight facts and led with them.
The Grand Library was silent for the next few minutes while the trio contemplated on what Tristan had just said.
The first one to speak was Jeremiah, who with a sigh said this.
"Sigh, I can't argue with that logic, hell, I was with you when we first looked over the significant events of Vraetia."
The two gods who were quiet up until now both nodded their heads in affirmation.
"Glad to see we are all on the same track," said Tristan as he clasped his hands together. "So, with that being said, I think it's time for me to descend and give Vraetia, Fryll, and Elora their divine weapons and my blessing."
...
The order Tristan would descend on was completely based on the immediate threat the country faced.
Using that rule, Tristan's first stop would be the northern empire, Elora Empire.
The Elora Empire had not only lost the border County of Wellen, but in recent months the nomadic invaders from the Pyre Clan had overrun the Rojvre Duchy.
The Eloran defenders were in dire need of support and morale was at a dangerous point, so this would be the obvious first stop.
...
Within the halls of the now dubbed "Winter Palace" (the Eloran palace, the picture is in the last chapter) three figures could be seen hurriedly walking through the halls.
As the trio roamed the halls towards a meeting room, two nicely dressed men were exchanging heated words.
On the left was a tall man who stood at just under 2 meters, this man was fully decked out in heavy bronze armor, he was arguing with another man dressed in fancy-looking clothes, like those worn by medieval advisors.
(Picture of the armored man, imagine this but with bronze instead of steel --->)
"Hydri! we can afford to be docile right now, those barbarians are encroaching evermore upon the capital territory, we have to strike hard and fast, right now they are loosely armored but more and more of those heathens are gearing up with more armor, with their numbers, if they outfit a proper force, then we are all doomed!" yelled the Royal Knight Commander of the Elora Empire Duke Adriell Rojvre II
Duke Rojvre is a 5th generation duke, his family had protected the borderlands for years, and once the formation of the empire was announced, his ancestor, Duke Adriell Rojvre I was granted the title of duke.
The Rojvre duchy just so happens to be the duchy that had been conquered by the invading nomads a few months ago, Duke Adriell II had escaped while his men and people were slaughtered and conquered by the barbarians.
The man was a plain and simple coward, but due to his martial prowess of a 7th-tier aura knight at 683 years old, on top of his noble lineage, he was granted the position of the Royal Knight Commander.
the squirrelly man he was arguing with was the royal advisor, Minister Hydri.
Hydri was born a commoner, but thanks to his intelligence and schemes, he was able to worm his way up the totem pole of politics.
Thanks to this, he became an extremely cynical and arrogant man, nobody else was more qualified than him except the emperor, at least, that's what he says publicly, but in private he calls the emperor a brute and an idiot unfit to rule, and who better to take his place, then Hydri himself.
right now, he was arguing with the duke due to his passive stance on the whole debacle.
Behind the scenes, Hydri was cooking up a scheme to seize power from the emperor and surrender to the hordes of barbarians, and subsequently rule as a protectorate or vassal under them.
After a few more minutes of petty bickering between the two useless advisors, Emperor Zandrek had heard enough.
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" boomed the pissed off emperor
"Here's what we are going to do, I will launch a blitzkrieg campaign against the barbarians, I will crush them while they are still under-geared, now I don't want to hear another word out of you two idiots, understand!?" declared the emperor while showcasing his powerful mana
Emperor Zandrek was turning 637 that year and he had already crossed the threshold and become a 9th-tier Grand Sorcerer. This was one hell of achievement since the highest known tier was 9.
and due to his "young" age, he will still have plenty of more time to try and go beyond what's known about magic.
When Zandrek's mana flared up, both of the incompetent advisors felt an extreme chill go through them, Emperor Zandrek's most powerful form of magic is Ice Magic, He could freeze a radius of 4 km.
After the show of force, both of the advisors bowed to their emperor and the rest of the walk to the meeting room was completely silent.
...
Within a massive hut in the now conquered Rojvre duchy, sat a giant of a man, he had broad shoulders, and bulging muscles, and stood at a height of 220 cm.
"How long until the men can move, we have an Empire to conquer!" bellowed the behemoth of a man
This giant man is Patriarch Dreikr, of the Frost Fang Clan, this barbarian leader is the man who is controlling the various tribes that are attacking the Elora Empire.
He is a peak 7th tier aura Grand Knight and is 716 years old.
His grandfather, Patriarch Throg the Elder, had been the one to unite the scattered tribes into the horde that is the Frost Fang Clan, and he was also the one to launch the first raids against the Elora Empire.
After his death, his son Throg the Younger continued his father's invasion into the Elora Empire.
And 300 years ago, after his father had been killed by Emperor Zandrek out on the battlefield, Dreikr had inherited the clan and continued his father and grandfather's invasion, its within his lifetime that the most progress had been made, with the fall of the border county and the Rojvre duchy.
At the moment, Dreikr had assembled the elders of the tribes and they were discussing the timetable for the next wave of attacks on the empire.
"Lord Patriarch, the process of equipping the warriors with better armor should be down within the week." bowed an aging elder
*Snort* "Good, it's about time we show them the true might of the Frost Fang Clan, TO VICTORY!"
"TO VICTORY!" wailed the assembly
...
While all this was happening, Tristan was in the process of creating the divine artifacts he would grant the chosen rulers, he was also simultaneously pondering about what blessings to give them using his second stream of thought.
That's right baby, dual thinking!
Coincidentally, the moment he had finished creating the iron battle-ax that he would give to Emperor Zandrek, he had thought of what blessing to give him.
...
Late at night, within the bedchamber of Emperor Zandrek, sitting by candlelight, you could see Zandrek going over the reports about the barbarians' movements and actions in the past few days.
"Dammit! we were too late; it seems they are almost finished furnishing their troops with more protective armor!" yelled Zandrek as he flipped the table over
After a few seconds, he had calmed down, only to realize the candle sitting on the table could've started a fire if it got close to the drapes, when he was looking around for the candle, he suddenly heard a voice.
"Woah there, you should really calm your anger, a good ruler can't get worked up over something like this."
The second the voice registered in his head, Emperor Zandrek swiftly grabbed his bronze dual-sided ax and took up a defensive position facing the intruder.
"Who are you!"
"Relax, I am a messenger sent by the great God of Creation, Tristan."
Once the mysterious intruder had spoken, Zandrek had felt his body relax, and in his subconscious, he was being told that the man in front of him wasn't a threat.
deciding to air on the side of caution, Zandrek kept his weapon handy, just in case the man tried anything.
"Hmm, going to keep your weapon? fine that's understandable I guess."
"Now, let's get down to business."
(Emperor Zandrek --->)
(Patriarch Dreikr --->)
