Chapter 68: The Last Trip

3rd Pov

The time Ferdinand and Tanya spent in Panyupayana was rewarding, with Ferdinand taking advantage of 2 weeks in this country to get to know as much as possible about the local culture and cuisine, He loved everything, but in the end, it all had to end, with him now finally going on his last trip before returning to the Imperium Daciae, being the Angkor Empire.

Sitting in his seat on the plane, Ferdinand looked out the window sighing, knowing that he would have a lot of work to do when he returned home, with him having already said goodbye to President Augustin and the others, with him now only with Tanya and his entourage.

"Don't look like that, after we deal with the problems we will have in Europe, we can go on other trips" Tanya said seriously as she looked at Ferdinand, who just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You seem quite excited to work when we get to the Imperium, Centurion Tanya, I think I'll have to give you some paperwork to sign then since you're excited about the end of this trip," Ferdinand said with an evil smile, saying that just to irritate Tanya, but he soon realized that it wouldn't work when he remembered her character.

"Don't threaten me with a good time~" Tanya said with a smile on her face, for her the longer she stayed in the office the better, that way she wouldn't have to train anyone who came to the Foreign Division that she would command, while no one would go to her Division at first, you never know if there will be Imperials who support National-Legionarism wanting to serve Cezar in the future.

Ferdinand clicked his tongue in anger, then just closed his eyes to decide to get some sleep while he waited for the plane to arrive in Krong Chaktomuk, the Capital of the Angkor Empire.

Tanya, seeing that she had won, had an arrogant smile on her face, without realizing that the 2 Imperial Guards who were with them were looking at this interaction with strange and at least worried faces, praying to God that what they were thinking was not that.

'God... if I'm wrong, forgive me for having a horrible mind that has disgusting thoughts' Thought one of the Imperial Guards as he secretly made the sign of the cross to try not to think about that, after all, the two were children, it shouldn't be what he was thinking it was.

Krong Chaktomuk, Angkor Empire

Krong Chaktomuk, the capital of the Angkor Empire, an Empire that has survived the test of time, existing since the 9th century, being a power in the region, even when it lost its position to the ancient Jing Dynasty that is now Zhongguo, the Angkor Empire remains a stable independent nation, resisting dozens of years ago the Republic's attempt to colonize that country.

The country has recently undergone a small political modernization, opening the doors to a Democracy, but the Monarch still had a lot of power in the nation, both politically and socially, because of the influence of the Imperial Family over the people thanks to charitable actions. In addition, even living in a Palace, they did not dare to squander their wealth too much, almost living in Austerity.

In the Chakravartin Palace, we can see Jayavarman XXXV, the Universal Monarch (Kamraten Jagad ta Raja) of the Angkor Empire, sitting on his Throne while listening to Prime Minister Preap Chankrisna, a 60-year-old man who had been elected to the Government 5 times, who was bowing to Jayavarman.

"My Glorious Ruler, Prince Ferdinand von Rotenburg, Dacian Prince of the Imperium Daciae will be coming to Krong Chaktomuk, we have everything prepared to welcome the Foreign Prince" Preap Chankrisna said respectfully to Jayavarman, who nodded calmly to the Prime Minister.

"Great, good work Prime Minister, now we just have to wait for the Prince to arrive in our nation to welcome him properly" Jayavarman said with a satisfied smile on his face.

"And please, Prime Minister, you don't need to bow to me, we have known each other for long enough and you know that" Jaivavarman said as he tried to stop this man who ruled the country since his father's time from continuing to bow to him.

"Excuse me, my Glorious Ruler, but I must maintain my conduct before you, it would be disrespectful if I did otherwise," Preap Chankrisna said calmly, having already had this conversation several times with the Monarch, who sighed tiredly but nodded, giving up trying to insist on the subject.

Bucharest, Imperium Daciae

It was another day in Bucharest, with the citizens continuing their lives, with manual workers helping with construction or fixing something, with stores selling their products, in addition to the Police and the Auxiliary Legionnaires taking care of Public Order.

In the center of Bucharest, the Noble Area where you can find the best products and have the best establishments, more specifically in a room of one of the several Hotels that were rented to the Russy Exiles, we can see a woman.

This woman had brown hair and blue eyes, as well as a beautiful slender figure, she was lying on her bed resting while listening to the radio that spoke the news to her, with the radio being tuned to a Russy Radio Station that was bought in the Imperium to give the news in the Russy language to the Exiles who are still learning Dacian.

"After negotiations between Legatus Arthur Iordanescu and our leaders, all patriots who will be part of the Crusade against the Red Terror will be part of the Russy Foreign Divisions of the Legions of Archangel Michael, with God's blessing and the help of our Dacian allies, we will finally be able to liberate the Motherland and end the revolutionaries once and for all when the War begins" Said a male voice on the radio in a happy tone, while the woman got up from the bed and stretched, with her then going to put on her clothes.

"And to think that I will serve directly to the Crown Prince of the Imperium... and he is so cute, it makes me want to pinch his cheeks" Said the woman before recovering herself.

"No! No, Viktoriya, you cannot do such disrespect, also you cannot shame the Cause" Said the woman while patting her cheeks to get her out of those intrusive thoughts.

This was Viktoriya Ivanovna Serebryakov, a Russy Exile from a minor noble family who lived in the Noble Area of ​​Moskva before fleeing the country with her family because of the Revolution, with her now in the Imperium to serve our dear Authoritarian Prince, being chosen along with other Exiles to be protectors and advisors to Ferdinand.

When she was chosen for this task, she was completely nervous, not feeling worthy of such a task, and she still did, but she would do her best to prove herself worthy, both to her other coworkers and to herself, ensuring the safety of the Crown Prince Dacian.