The sealed doors of the papal apartments are now ready to be reopened. One by one, Pope Peter II cuts the ribbons on each of the doors from the hallways to his personal office.

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The holy father then went on to the window of his office to look at the people visiting the square. Then, he waves at the people showing that he sees them. After taking some pictures with the media just at the lobby, he proceeds to St. Peter's Basilica to do confession.

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After the confession he then headed back to his room to have some rest.

The Spanish and Inquistan crews took photos, made videos and before leaving, they left the Spanish and Inquistan flags on a free side of Atlantis, next to its entry. Everyone left with the photos, videos and some of the treasures. When they got to the ship, the Red Croatian refugees by the volcano, the crew members, Víctor and El Capitán celebrating eating some dishes made from the big calamari and typical Spanish and Inquistan food.

The Spanish part of the crew said goodbye to the Inquistan crew, which came back by plane with similar treasures than the Spanish got. They promised to cooperate back on its research and everything they could get to know. The coordinates were saved, the photos were publised and everyone was happy with their work. They had done it.

The End

Meeting of the Czech National Democracy

Everybody was silent in the National Democracy headquarters in Ostrava, the last few days were very hectic for the nationalists. While the Communist Party was once again trying to persuade the voters on their opposition to immigration, the nationalist were quick to try to hold their own supporters by an active anti-immigration campaign. The chairwoman Klára Zbouralová fell the possibility of swaying some Civic Forum and Social Democratic voters and went for this chance.

These elections offered a huge opportunity for the National Democracy. If they did well in these elections the doors would be open to finally becoming the largest Czech opposition party, and many in the room believed that their party would be the one finally able to break the dominance of the Communist Party if it ever got the chance. But there was no reason for celebration just yet, just patient waiting in silence. Silence.

Simon greeted Eriksson and went on with the protocols. Upon arrival, Simon shook hands with Kristian. This was his first time to meet a Vardic Head of State/Government.

"Greetings Mr. Nylund, I see we have a lot to discuss today?" said Simon.

After the service, the now Queen offered a reception a the Bourgeon Palace where she addressed the guestss who where present at this sad event. All the guests where waiting a the atrium room in the Bourgeon Palace, and the now Queen Victoria advanced towards the palace.
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At the atrium the now Queen Victoria arrived and made a speech in front of the guests and members of the Royal Family, present where Archbishop Mikaela Kligenberg of @Inquista, Sofia of @Spain, Queen Katherine and King George of @Kingdom-of-Reitzmag.

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"My friends and members of the court, It all seems so unbelievable still that my father is no longer here and it is only after some time has passed one begins to realise how much he is missed, my father was an outstanding leader of Europe and a friend to all, he proved that monarchies who work hand in hand with the people are responsible to deliver progress, and Montenbourg, is a nation by and for all, always ready to help to the most needed, we all today are Montenbourg.... she let some tears come down by the sudden death of my dear father I am called to assume the duties and responsibilities of sovereignty....

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"My heart is too full for me to say more to you today than I shall always work, as my father did throughout his reign, to mantain our name in europe as the House of Bourgeon, to advance the happiness and prosperity of my peoples. We have been so comforted to know that we are not alone in our sorrow, as it seems so many people feel they have lost a friend as well as a king."

"Ahh, yes, of course, congratulations on your wife's pregnancy, Jesus", Lord Christopher said, slightly annoyed that his ruse to get the Spanish and Mennrimians to engage in any type of conversation whatsoever had failed. Ah well. There would be opportunities on future occasions. Who knew, perhaps even at the second part of the event, which, given that the Imperial Kitchens were running out of steam - and food - would no doubt be announced soon.

"Could people just not die for one. single. evening.", thought Artabanos as he was informed of the Montenbourgian Crown Princess's predicament by someone who was, notably, not Gert Veruylscht. "Ugh. Funerals are such boring occasions, too. All black. Ew. If I go I know I'll be sporting my pink tie, that's for sure."

Every bite of food passed through Artabanos's digestive system like a ball of nails. Clearly, His body was not yet made for this type of event. "Excuse me, just a moment", He said to the distinguished guests sat beside Him, "Duty calls." Duty did, indeed, call, but not quite as innocent a duty as happened behind the gold-plated doors of the Imperial Water Closets. Artabanos briefly left the room and, the moment He was out of sight, let out a huge gasp. Clutching His ribcage, He took out his flask and emptied it. "Christ", He let out, muffled, "Right, time to move this on, or I'll truly be dead by the end of the evening."

For several minutes, He surveyed the banqueting hall, which had seemingly fallen into an awkward atmosphere after Princess Victoria's sudden disappearance. In a surveying glance, Artabanos saw Reitzmic PM Bridges's bulge - the one caused by his service revolver, naturally. But, no sign of Veruylscht. Artabanos clutched the arm of a random passing waiter, and demanded the second part of the event be started. Soon after, He returned to His seat and managed to talk around a comment by Archbishop Kligenberg that He looked oh-so-pale. Within minutes, gongs were sounded and the announcement was made that the party would transfer to the next room.

Guests, some still finishing their dinners, filed into the magnificent ballroom, where an open bar and several tables had been arranged. "Thank fuck for that", thought Artabanos as He gunned it for the whisky section. Guests were now free to roam around and mingle with whoever they liked, meaning no further tensions between the Spanish, the Mennrimians, or even the Reitzmic delegation. Artabanos, downing a glass, saw the immense relief on Vicarius Cocx's face, a face which bore the distinguishable sign of having sat next to Lord Zgeirtan for far too long. Poor man. It was a shame he did not drink, in Artabanos's view. Then again, that was probably also one of Cocx's strengths.

Ah well. Time to still make the most of it. Artabanos filled His glass again and walked over to a large group of guests, who still seemed fluttered at the sudden change of decor.

The military, once all the protocolary acts finished, prepared for the parade through the streets of the capital city of Nofoaga. The President, Lula Namatatiki, gave the order to proceed and the parade started. The people had Spanish and Nofoaganese flags. There was a band playing the Nofoaga's anthem at the start of the parade.

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When the ground show ended, the airshow did its job. Some fighters and jets flew over the attendants to the parade.

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"Of course duty always comes Ms. Inge" said Simon to Inge as she began to leave

"Ms. Emma, I'm very glad to hear your interest in such proposal. And I think we should also agree on free movement. As I have continually tried to tell you, Reitzmag is a friend and I want to prove that. Our motive for these projects are for the good of both our countries. Not a single proposal I have mentioned is meant to harm North Diessen nor make it a puppet or colony of my country. All we want is to prepare North Diessen for the future and develop it for the future. I want to prove to you that we have no intention of being a colonist of your country."

Simon signed the document with his favorite fountain pen. It was a tradition that agreements were signed using these kinds of pens.

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"It's ok Mikaela, I have no problem with the ketchup and beer. We can just clean this up and scan it so we can print a cleaner version." said Simon.

Simon then hurriedly went to the car and grabbed the gift of 2 bottles of English Gin to Mikaela and 1 bottle of English Gin to Copala.

"I'll be going now, I'll get some short rest before I continue with my flight and maybe get some additional sleep on air. So, I'll see you then again in the future."

Simon then waved goodbye at Mikaela and Copala and kissed them on their cheeks. He then went straight for the car waiting outside and headed towards the hotel. About 2 hours later, Simon checked out the hotel and went to the airport for his flight back to Reitzmag.

On top of the summit stood a plain stone floor with a table gilded in iron. Uveira too wore a crown not of Silver, as custom in Ruthund, but an iron crown. In fact, the whole summit was littered with sharp objects made of iron with the only other feature of the location being more notable was the plain gray stone slabs that made the structure-- if you could call it one. The morning fog also did not help lighten the mood of the summit, and perhaps made Uveira more mysterious and intimidating to the Romain King. Yes, Uveira made quite an effort and display to ensure the King was thoroughly intimidated. Uveria was both fair and foul to a Christain eye: he had long black hair elaborately braided, while also his ears were notably pierced with spikes. So basically, he just looked like someone from Seattle that LARPed. He spent no effort to clean his ceremonial amour, for the blood split was all the more reason for both his friends and foes to fear him. And to add with his menace, he strongly resembled a sort of Northman, towering over the Romain King that stood before him.

Icholasen was not the first expedition that Uveira partook. Perhaps what distinguished him most as a trusted Commander for the Ruthen King was his pacification of the Hukons about 7 years before, making the former menace the Westmark of the Kingdom. He also participated in the establishment of a second Southmark soon after, driving the Kelondi out of Zgadhyvzind for good. Even with these successes, Uveira believed that Ruthens were destined to conquer the World as he envisioned on his Spirit Quest. But this was deemed too extreme for King Hazdula and when Uveira drew his sword upon the King, Uveira was exiled from Ruthund. Searching for a Kingdom of his own as a base to conquer the world with his band, Icholasen was ripe to conquer. With Vardic raids weakening the Kingdoms, as well as various unresolved feuds plaguing the courts of the three Kingdoms, Uveira stepped on the grey shores of Icholasen with a rightoues Zeal to purify his foes and to bring glory to the Spirits and Ruthund.

Uveira pushed the boundaries of his expansionism perhaps too far. It is no mystery that Ruthund within the last 100 years took to expanding their boundaries and creating colonies across Northern Europe. In fact, Ruthund was quickly becoming a power that Northern Europe was struggling to contain-- and this reality only rung more true with the conquests made under Uveira. But with much of Christendom aware of his conquests, the expedition that King Hazdula once begrudgingly backed, now completely disavowed. Hazdula's attempt to keep a leash on Uveira failed, probably because he wasn't into it. There would be no more conquest in Icholasen bestowed with the King's blessing. Uveira was alone, and with little allies. His best hope is to consolidate his current holdings or to use psychological warfare on the Romain King, hopefully giving the Bloodking favorable terms. From a raven's eye (a Ruthenish term for, "from a 3rd-person's point of view during the time"), psycological warfare perhaps could work. Uveira was seldom seen by anyone except from the fields of battle, proving himself a warrior not lightly to be challenged. In battle his helmet obscured his face so much that his foes could not see black and void. Stories about his mysteriousness before lead to some rumors that he made a pact with Satan so to perform dark magic to twist his foes and bolster his men. Sometimes, he was also called the Witchking of Kaldol for this reason.

As of now however, Kaldol was on higher ground-- which you may interpret both literally and figuratively. And King Louis knew this well, the Bloodking knew this well. It would be the Bloodking who was going to be making the demands for the time being. But time was of the essence, for Christendom was stirring.

"Hail, Louis King." said Uveira in a rich deep voice. He noticed that Louis hand was out as an gesture of politeness. Though Uveira was aware of such mannerisms, he wanted to make an impression on Louis and instead of shaking his hand, he instead squeezed his hand so hard it nearly crushed his incel thin-wristed hands.

"Sit", he genstured towards the iron table accompanied with similarily composed chairs. "We have much to discuss." He gestured his personal guards away. And so the two Kings were at last alone face to face. Pagan King to Christian King.

Registrations for His Imperial Majesty Emperor Artabanos's Welcome Back Banquet and Ball are hereby closed. We thank all who registered and look forward to welcoming you to Telum. The formal seating plan for the banquet part of the evening will be published in due course.

Gert Veruylscht, Imperial Household
On behalf of Emperor Artabanos

CHAPTER FOUR

Vincent Archambault was in Hattington for further information, along with the MIA. The MIA finally acquired the body. Now, they could start the smearing.

"Okay. Have we acquired the name of the guy? Who is he?"

"His name is Merido Nekvillzo. The guy has a lot of criminal records. An entire binder dedicated to him. Now that is something."

"So we're going to erase all the information and records off the Malboryan systems, apparently. Then we're going to put the blame on Haane."

"Archambault's a mastermind, dude. No way this won't work."

"Yeah."

Archambault was waiting in the MIA headquarters with Director Mathena. He was also quite excited as he could finally start proceeding with the operation.

As all of the identity information got erased and replaced with a new Haanean one, Archambault grinned bigger. He could prove what Malborya was all about... or so he thought.

"It's done."

Deputy director's words woke him up from what it seemed like a small daydream.

"His new name is Markus Krog Mathiesen. He came from Eastern Haane two months ago. We even prepared some evidence that he was actively supporting Josephine Areai." Deputy director then handed Archambault the evidence. It was silent for around half a minute, but it felt like hours.

"Good. Very good."

Meanwhile, General Cato gathered a small group of soldiers for a secret emergency meeting. Majors, captains, colonels... Many soldiers from many ranks.

"Gentlemen, I am so glad all of you have gotten here. Archambault has gotten out of control. There is a big chance that he will destroy our army with his imperialist policies. There is no need for a total invasion of Eastern Haane. He has gone insane to the point where he doesn't see the harms of this operation. I'm afraid that we'll have to do the worst of the worst..."

To be continued...

"Well then, we will let them vote ( Sauli Smiles a bit ) ,but for now i clearly see this meeting was just a waste of my time and your time, Sorry! I just hope i didnt interrupt something more important for you and your country, and if Spain wants its Ambassador to be able to step on Mennrimian soil once again then the parliament must vote for it, as i can't do anything, well actually i can but i dont want to, so the Embassy remains closed until spain decides to try again, and for now i respectfully ask you if you are able to give me a motorcade , if not then i will walk to the airport because i can't stay another second on Spain, and Sorry once again, good bye!! " he starts to leave but he suddenly returns to talk to the Spanish president " Oh and i almost forgot, I give my permission to you and the Spanish media to blame me for not reaching an agreement and actually make the relations worse than what they were before this meeting"
And then finally Sauli left the room almost running.

"The prices offered by the two representatives here include training costs. Provided the Storting clears Mennrimiak, Kron Shipworks and Halsberg Systems will be allowed to work with local companies, and government agencies to conduct maintenance work here and will primarily intended only to offer technical support rather than conduct the work themselves. The goal is to make sure the Kingdom may operate efficiently with Vardic companies standing by to offering support only when needed.

Mennrimiak's status in the ADO will cause some apprehension in the storting, and some special considerations may in order. Including agreements that include penalties for sharing or reverse engineering our technology without explicit permission. As well as other national security matters. These agreements will be a necessity for some major portions of the sale, including the DRADIS system, as well as any hope for a F-35V export."

"I'm very happy to hear that Mr. Sauli. So maybe we should write a treaty now?"

After seeing these members of the press then began to appear and capture the event. It was very historic and some passers by started to flock to the area and began to fall to their tears. Some Reitzmic employees hugged with the Spanish employees.

"Well then I believe we are done." Černá smiled. "Remember what I told you, Czech Slavia is always ready to give an asylum to all Haaneans fighting for their home, if the military might of the foreign-led invasion masked as uprising proves to be too powerful. Their victories can be bought, but the friendship of your people can't be bought. I urge you not to wait in the possibility of military defeat and accept our offer. Czech Slavia is also willing to mediate between the sides of the conflict in such an event, to guarantee the safety of those who fought for independent Eastern Haane. Farewell and good luck comrade."