“This is it.”

  Her eyes gazed into mine after sliding away from looking at the carriage.

  By that, they had to glance up. Uhehehe!

  Shoooooooooooortie.

  “...What are you smiling for?”

  “To have no regrets.”

  “Regret.” She picked out that word with narrowed eyes.

  “Having second thoughts?”

  “No.” Her eyes returned to the carriage.

  It’s of course a staple for it to be rundown.

  Sadly, it was not.

  “We’re done!”

  Well well well.

  “Don’t wanna forget anything before death.”

  “You talk weird shit.”

  Gasp!

  For two days! I was being honest about myself!

  Fine… if thou sees it as strange, I shall burn the world!

  “Eh, take one look at you and I’d be a criminal in five minutes.”

  “You son of a–! Hah…”

  “Carriage is ready to leave at any time.”

  I assume there’s a lot of steps and procedures for travel.

  Such as protection from threats, the loading of goods, the road, food… a lotta stuff.

  We’re kinda broke so a man's gotta be a cheapskate.

  But also she asked for the earliest one so…

  “Heh.”

  Rubbing my chin, I felt great satisfaction at myself.

  I am indeed, the best.

  “I’ll get on.”

  She started walking forward.

  “Oh! Got something to say!”

  She stopped.

  “...What.”

  “Don’t have regrets for any decisions in this life.”

  “....”

  “And also. May we meet again in death.”

  I turned around and waved my hand.

  I’m not very good at this am I?

  What do you think?

  Though I prefer not to be weighed down by my decisions.

  We’re still bound by consequence.

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  — — — —

  There are many countries in this world.

  Or rather like that one video said, nations.

  And THE EMPIRE is one of them.

  Of course, like a blasphemer of Jesus Christ, I should say the Igrend empire to an imperial subject's face. Most happily at the administrators of such an empire.

  It’s the only empire on what’s called THE EASTERN CONTINENT !!!!! and the other one is THE WESTERN CONTINENT !!!!!

  It’s like Berlin.

  Or the cold war?

  Anywho, the nations lived in suspicion harmony. Until the empire attacked…!

  In this c– in this..? On this continental drift, Igrendo empur, took about like uhhh forty percent of the entire continent’s land?

  My estimate is around that range.

  Right now it’s in a bit of a… dry stalemate at best.

  The big fight between the roman republic and carthage!

  I mean uh, the Igrend empire and the Pertulan republic. Woo… so exciting…

  On the other side of the Pertulan republic are an assortment of other nations.

  Kingdoms, duchies, city states…

  It’s fantasy what do you want from me.

  Like there’s the knight kingdom. I read in a paper that a boo boo happened to new saplings like a week ago.

  Or the barbarians in the north…

  It’s strange since it’s like sectioned as if god said no to the idea of having one continuous barbarians in the north idea.

  Those guys are infighting or something.

  Getting off track.

  Da Igrend empire has several regions that have been reiterated over and over in my head.

  Imperialism!

  I dunno why, but I imagined outside the window there was a bald eagle in the shape of the cloud.

  Hapless I may be, my thoughts wander.

  What I’m getting at is that, the regions, we shall call provinces for my head canon, are sort of disjointed.

  The inner ones are either originally their starting territory or already fully assimilated.

  Assimilation.

  Many of their once neighbors harbor a grudge against the Ingrendians.

  I-Ingredians.

  …That fit well better than I thought.

  Thus, my big brain plan.

  The Berlindos kingdom is tiny. Smaaaaaall.

  It’s like Germany steamrolling Belgium in nineteen fourte–

  ….

  What the fu–

  This some voodoo magic bro.

  Besides… that. The Berlindos kingdom can’t win against the Igren empire.

  What you thought this was? I’m the greatest general sent to save a tiny nation or something?

  Did I say Ingren or Igrend?

  Fuuuu I can’t remember…

  So the big brain plan, is to incite rebellion.

  In former losers.

  Well it’s not hard to me.

  I can whisper sweet nothings all I want.

  Getting them to listen?

  That’s different.

  Each one will want a different thing.

  Of course the constant is the revival of their country.

  Nation.

  Maybe I should stick to saying country…

  Regardless of the base goal.

  There's other things to account.

  The Berlindos kingdom needs the Igrend empire to be on shaky ground.

  With no advantages, maybe besides the weaponry, in war, that ain’t everythin.

  The numbers.

  Supplies.

  Strategy.

  Political reasoning.

  Propaganda.

  Rewards.

  Victory.

  There’s a lot of conditions to maintain the last one.

  The weight class is different after all.

  This medieval times though?!

  Magic n knights.

  Arty and tonk.

  Just the fantasy version.

  I’m not too sure if bullets get blocked or are just slightly worse than it’s normal lethality.

  That’s pain and fantasy for ya.

  Time flows forward even before I grasp the door handle.

  And when there's time, there's space. Likewise.

  When there’s destiny, there's fate.