Greek Situation.

'Holy crap, I have never seen a person struggle so much just to move 3 meters.' Felipe sat two seats away from the King while the Queen sat beside him.

The Duke of Clarence and St Andrews was on his right side, opposite the Queen from his position. 

'At least the air is clean despite the horde of people.' It was already at the very end of fall; thus, the frosty winds from the exterior could be smelled despite no apparent window being opened.

He understood what was happening; the King could not breathe correctly, for he would have to gasp for air heavily every so often. 

"Well, what an occasion to have you here… Grand Duke… I have to say, I am quite a fan of your work," a man sitting across from him said. He was well dressed, like all of them at the table. 

Felipe quickly knew who he was and just smiled as he looked as if the words were escaping his mouth. 

"Especially the last one… Son of a god… rather interesting premise…"

"Scandalous, that is what it is." The King said as he voiced his displeasure. "There is only one god… the premise of saying there are multiple gods is absurd!"

Felipe lifted his eyebrows briefly and coughed a bit before talking again: "Well, we are not anymore in the 1100s."

Everyone who understood the inquisition laughed a bit at the joke, but there was not enough uproar to make the joke 'successful.'

"The people accept new ideas, understand fantasy and reality, and can differentiate. The story's circumstances are a medium… the essence of the story is what the lesson or idea it conveys." Felipe said as he zoned off a bit. 

"And what would be the lesson of a book named 'Son of a God?' other than sparking conversation of the name?" asked the wife of William.

'Huh, it seems it is another banned book.' Felipe thought, though, as he saw that the high nobility of the UK had all been talking about it, at least the literate ones, who surprisingly were the majority. 

"Well… it shows that when you have everything, you don't appreciate nothing… you have everything for granted… but when you loose it… you would sell your soul to get something back… that is, for material and people in your own life… in the book, it shows how the main character interacts back to obtain divinity… the concept that represents everything and anything a mortal soul would ever want." Felipe said as he talked smoothly. 

"In the book, the protagonist… he is reborn as the son of an emperor… from being a god to being human… a prince nonetheless… but, do you see yourself as the protagonist?" The Duke of Clarence and St Andrews asked curiously. 

"Hahaha... no, like I said previously, the world and the inner workings of the world I created were only meant to convey a message."

"I see… creating the world itself… almost like god." The spouse of the Duke of Clarence and St Andrews said as she made a surprised tone.

"Well, Madame… He made us in his image. He probably made the same effort creating our universe as I created the world many people read." Felipe said as he saw the servants arriving in the salon. He wanted to close the conversation, as the smell was heavenly.

"That is why the wealthiest person is not the one who has the most palaces, or lands or piles of gold and jewelry; it is the one with the most imagination; after all, that is the same ability from which god gave us the ability to do so. Not using it daily should be considered a sin for not appreciating such a divine gift." Felipe went a bit far, and the food was already uncovered to each side behind each row of people. However, everyone was looking at Felipe's talk, even the King. 

"I did not know you were versed in Theology." The Queen said, a bit impressed.

"I am not… I say things that make sense." Felipe explained. 

They were all old people, yet they leaned towards him to hear everything he said. 

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35 Minutes later. 

"Is it true about the battle in the valley in your kingdom?" Willian, the Duke of Clarence and St Andrews asked, curious rather than hostile. 

"I am afraid I have not had access to what they are saying about it, but if it is from my account of the Golden Globe, then it is 100% true, as I did write it." Felipe explained in a passive voice as a footman took his empty plate from the side. 

"So, you did win a battle with fewer troops from which only came out alive less than 50?" William asked. 

William would soon be William the 4th, and he thought he would not last long; he would still be the next King of England. After all, the current King of England had no heirs, so the throne would go to his younger brother, William Henry.

 If the male heir were alive, the line of succession would generally follow him; the apparent heir would be the Duke of Kent. However, he is now dead and has left a female heiress to the throne: Queen Victoria. 

Felipe was eager for her to rise to the line as she would be fresh blood, but right now, she is only 8 or 9, and she will not be in power in at least a decade or 11 years.

"Yes… It was just like that… like I wrote… no place to hide… only valley… no negotiation as everything has been settled with a declaration of war and independence weeks before." Felipe explained.

"Slaves putting their lives at the front in exchange for liberty were the first line to be cannon fodder as they were badly armed," Felipe explained with some indifference. "We tricked the opponent General, making him think that we would have concentrated warfare with them and have a normal English multiple rows firing squads."

Felipe then looked at the Duke of Wellington, whom he was interested in. He was a Waterloo commander, a true veteran, who defeated Napoleon in the last attempt to regain glory for his French Empire. 

"The enemy commander Mirrored me, and the moment they entered range, we sparsed out. The general did the same, but by the time they did it, we were already shooting… Finally, as the Slaves on both sides closed the lines and provided perfect shields… the battle ended up being a Bayonete Battle in which I participated, searching for the excitement of a battle." 

Women still had very simple mentalities, so a simple brag was enough to make them uncomfortable around Felipe, especially with his tone of voice and uninterrupted story. 

"There we found each other counterpart… killing more than 17 thousand people in the middle of the head."

"Battle of peasants." The King said, "Instead! We conquered Napoleon!"

"Your Majesty is right. After all, this was just a civil war. We were busy killing Spaniards with our real strength," Felipe said as he chuckled. We used the guns and Bayonets used in the battles against Napoleon, which Your Majesty and this great country decided to sell us at a discounted price."

All that he needed to do was to keep the monarchs of England still happy with him, which included not showing a second of anger or being offended by the outlandish statements from the King. 

Aurelio saw how his prince acted so peerlessly and only sighed. He remembered how Felipe tried to genuinely not get angry with anyone and try dialogue. That did not last, and then he became the demon of high society. Chopping the heads of people, putting it in Congress, and acting as if nothing was happening was something that happened not once but twice. 

"It is still a marvellous win; I applaud you." The Duke of Wellington said, very happy with the story. 

"I am deeply humbled," Felipe said politely as he accepted the compliment. After all, I took inspiration from Waterloo."

"Speaking of war… What Does the Grand Duke Think about the Greek Situation?" The Duke asked, and everyone looked at Felipe.