Just as Arthur and Erich were celebrating their total victory over Osteria, a sudden message arrived on their encrypted diplomatic channels.
It bore the insignia of the World Union of Altaires (WUA)—a coalition of the most powerful nations, acting as the so-called "global authority" on conflicts and diplomacy.
The message was simple yet carried an undeniable weight.
"The Wallonian Empire is summoned for an international hearing regarding its actions in Osteria.
You are to appear before the Grand Tribunal in two weeks. Failure to comply will be seen as an act of aggression."
Arthur slowly put down his cup of coffee.
Erich rubbed his temples.
"…Well. That didn't take long," Erich muttered.
Arthur exhaled sharply. "I should've known. We broke an entire country in a matter of weeks. Of course, the world would start barking."
Erich glanced at him. "So, what do we do?"
Arthur smirked. "Simple. We give them what they want—on our terms."
Immediate Orders – A Puppet Government for Osteria
Before heading to the Grand Tribunal, Wallonia needed to stabilize its conquest.
Arthur turned to his chief political advisors.
"I want a puppet government installed in Osteria within the week."
His officials nodded. "What kind of government are we talking about, Your Majesty?"
Arthur tapped his chin. "One that's loyal to us but publicly appears independent."
Erich grinned. "A puppet with just enough strings hidden from sight?"
Arthur nodded. "Exactly."
Within days, Wallonia handpicked a group of Osterian officials and military defectors, forming the Osterian National Restoration Government (ONRG).
A friendly dictator, General Heinrich Falkenrath, was chosen to be President.
A constitution was drafted—one that ensured Osteria would never again rise as a military power.
Their economy, military, and foreign policy would all be controlled by Wallonia.
The world would see a "free" Osteria—but in reality, it was nothing more than a Wallonian province in all but name.
Returning Nagata's Lands – A Gesture of Good Faith?
Princess Asahi and her delegation had been uneasy since witnessing Wallonia's brutal invasion.
However, when Arthur personally called Asahi for a meeting, they were caught off guard.
Inside the Imperial Palace…
Arthur sat across from the Nagata princess, with Erich and Aesuki observing.
"We're returning all occupied Nagata lands back to your kingdom," Arthur stated.
Asahi blinked.
Aesuki stiffened.
"…Just like that?" Asahi asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
Arthur nodded. "It was never our land to begin with. We crushed Osteria, not Nagata."
Aesuki narrowed his eyes. "And what do you gain from this?"
Arthur smirked. "A strong Nagata is a valuable ally. We want cooperation, not unnecessary grudges."
Erich added, "You sought our help because you were at risk of being wiped out. Now, you can rebuild—with our support."
Asahi studied them carefully.
This was far too generous.
But refusing such an offer would be political suicide.
Finally, she exhaled.
"…Then Nagata gratefully accepts."
Preparations for the Grand Tribunal
With the puppet government installed and Nagata satisfied, Arthur and Erich turned their focus to the upcoming World Union hearing.
Their intelligence officers had already predicted the likely accusations:
War Crimes – Excessive force, mass bombings, civilian casualties.
Unjustified Aggression – Osteria didn't attack Wallonia first.
Violation of International Stability – A sudden power shift in Altaires.
Arthur smirked.
"They think we're just some rampaging conquerors."
Erich chuckled. "Let's prove them wrong—and make them regret summoning us."
Arthur nodded.
"The Grand Tribunal wants a hearing?"
He leaned forward, eyes gleaming.
"We'll give them a show."
Calling the Silent Giants – The Wallonian Space Agency Awakens
Arthur leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling of his grand office. The weight of the world—literally—rested on his shoulders. Erich, standing by the window, sipped on his coffee, his mind calculating their next steps.
Then Arthur smirked.
"Call up the Space Agency."
Erich blinked. "Oh? You're finally bringing them in?"
Arthur nodded. "They've been too quiet ever since the transference. It's about time they give me answers—and I want to see our options."
A secure direct call was made.
Within seconds, Director Ludwig Varheim, head of the Wallonian Imperial Space Agency (WISA), appeared on screen. His uniform was crisp, but his face carried the exhaustion of a man who had spent months trying to unravel the greatest cosmic mystery of their time.
Arthur didn't waste time.
"Where the hell are we?"
Varheim exhaled. "That… is still being determined."
Arthur's eye twitched. "It's been months. You still can't tell me what universe we're in?"
Varheim shook his head. "We are completely off every known star map. No signs of the Milky Way, Andromeda, or any nearby galaxies we used to chart."
Erich folded his arms. "Meaning?"
Varheim's face turned grim.
"Meaning, Your Majesty, we may not just be in another dimension—we may be in a completely foreign cosmos."
Silence.
Arthur exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
"Well. That's fantastic."
Erich muttered, "So we're alone?"
"Not entirely." Varheim hesitated. "We've detected strange gravitational anomalies in deep space—something that shouldn't be natural. That means there could be… other space-faring civilizations in this universe."
Arthur and Erich exchanged looks.
That changed everything.
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The Deployment of the Azimuth Space Fleet
Arthur leaned forward.
"Alright. Enough mysteries. I want you to bring out the Azimuths."
Varheim's brows lifted. "All of them?"
"No. Just four."
Erich smirked. "Ten would scare the absolute shit out of the World Union."
Arthur grinned. "Exactly."
The Azimuth-Class Space Battleships were the pride of Wallonia's interstellar fleet.
Titanic in size, armed with plasma cannons, railguns, orbital bombardment systems, and advanced stealth technology, they were meant to be the guardians of Wallonia's colonies in the stars.
But now?
Now, they would become the most powerful weapons in Altaires.
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Massive Resource Aid to Osteria & Nagata
While the world trembled at the thought of Wallonia's military, Arthur ensured that his empire didn't just rule with fear—but with influence.
Wallonia's industries went into overdrive, flooding Osteria and Nagata with millions of tons of food, medicine, weapons, and logistical support.
Entire train networks were constructed.
Supply depots, military bases, and new infrastructure were rapidly built across both territories.
The world saw destruction in Wallonia's war—now they would witness its power to rebuild.
Osteria's puppet government became fully operational.
Nagata's monarchy received the means to stabilize its rule.
And in the eyes of the world?
Wallonia wasn't just a conqueror.
It was a kingmaker.
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Planning the Grand Entrance to the Central Continent
With Osteria and Nagata secured, Arthur and Erich shifted focus.
They were summoned to the World Union of Altaires (WUA)—the global tribunal overseeing international law.
But they wouldn't just attend.
They would dominate.
Erich grinned. "So. How do we make our grand entrance?"
Arthur chuckled. "We don't just walk in—we make them realize that the world has changed."
Their entry plan would include:
1. A grand fleet arrival – Wallonia would send a naval armada, showcasing its military might.
2. Aerial superiority – Advanced aircraft would patrol the skies as a message of dominance.
3. Orbital Presence – The Azimuth battleships would be positioned above the Central Continent, letting the world see the shadow of Wallonia's power.
Erich smirked. "Subtle. But terrifying."
Arthur's eyes gleamed.
"Let them tremble."
The Day Before the Tribunal – A Fleet Like No Other
The world had never seen anything like it.
As the sun set over the Central Continent, the seas churned with the arrival of titans.
120 warships, each adorned with the black-and-gold insignia of Wallonia, moved in perfect formation, slicing through the ocean with eerie precision.
For the nations of Altaires, these ships were terrifying anomalies—bigger, faster, and deadlier than anything they had ever imagined.
They weren't just ironclads or battleships.
They were floating fortresses.
Missile destroyers, aircraft carriers, heavy cruisers, railgun-equipped battleships, and nuclear-powered submarines—every vessel drowned in unfamiliar technology to the eyes of the Altaires natives.
But for Wallonia?
This was only their mid-old modern navy.
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A Debate Among the Duo – Traveling in Style
Inside the towering Imperial War Council Chamber, Arthur leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on the table, a smug grin on his face.
Erich, on the other hand, was furrowing his brows over the logistics.
"So…" Arthur grinned. "How do we make our entrance? Do we roll in like warlords, or—"
"We take an Azimuth," Erich interrupted, rubbing his temples.
Arthur's smirk widened. "Oh? You sure? Won't that… scare the absolute shit out of them?"
Erich exhaled. "That's the point."
Arthur sat up, interest piqued. "Go on."
"We don't just arrive at the tribunal like some common nation," Erich said, standing up and walking toward the strategic holographic map. "We make them feel the weight of our presence before we even speak."
Arthur chuckled darkly. "I like where this is going."
Erich smirked.
"We travel in the Azimuths."
Arthur's grin widened. "And we land one right in front of the tribunal hall."
Silence.
Then both burst into laughter.
It was diabolical.
It was unprecedented.
And it was going to send the world into chaos.
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The Sky Darkens – The Azimuth-Class Descends
As the World Union of Altaires prepared for the upcoming tribunal, government officials, military leaders, and diplomats gathered inside the Central Tribunal Hall, a grand palace meant to house the most powerful figures of the world.
But then—
The sky darkened.
A massive shadow loomed over the city, eclipsing the sunlight.
Panic swept through the streets. People screamed, ran, and fell to their knees in terror.
Because descending from the heavens—like a god of war—was an Azimuth-Class Space Battleship.
Its hull glowed with plasma reactor cores, and its massive silhouette blocked out the skyline.
To the Altaires nations, it was impossible.
To Wallonia?
It was just another Tuesday.
The colossal warship slowed its descent, rotational thrusters firing in perfect synchronization to stabilize its landing.
BOOM.
A shockwave tore through the city as the Azimuth-Class Battleship touched down right in front of the Tribunal Hall.
A hurricane of dust and debris erupted outward, leaving behind a chilling silence.
The world had just witnessed the impossible.
And Wallonia had just made its entrance.
The Arrival – Fear Takes Hold
The Tribunal of the World Union was supposed to be a place of reason.
A grand hall, built to house the voices of nations, where empires and kingdoms could negotiate, argue, and shape the future of Altaires.
But today?
Today, it was a den of fear.
As the dust settled from the landing of the Azimuth-Class Battleship, a heavy silence blanketed the hall.
Hundreds of diplomats, kings, generals, and admirals stood frozen, their eyes locked onto the impossible war machine that had just landed before them.
For years, these men had believed their world to be absolute.
They had studied warfare, tactics, and strategy, believing that they were the pinnacle of military power.
And yet—
This single arrival shattered everything.
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Even the Hard-Boiled Were Drenched in Fear
Seasoned generals, men who had survived countless wars, suddenly felt their hands tremble.
Admirals, who had once commanded entire fleets, now stood paralyzed, their faces pale as they stared at the colossal war machine before them.
They had seen dreadnoughts before.
They had seen ironclads, battlecruisers, and even airships.
But this?
This was something else entirely.
A floating fortress, armored in black steel, carrying weapons beyond comprehension.
It was the embodiment of war itself.
And then—
They saw the soldiers.
Hundreds of Wallonian troops, clad in black combat gear, wielding weapons so advanced they looked alien, marched in perfect formation.
Their faces were unreadable, their movements flawless, and their sheer presence suffocating.
The nations of Altaires had spent centuries mastering the art of intimidation.
And yet, in the presence of Wallonia's military might, they felt like children standing before giants.
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Two Figures Descend – The World Holds Its Breath
Then—
Two figures emerged.
From the bottom stairs of the Azimuth-Class, stepping onto the tribunal grounds, came the rulers of this unstoppable war machine.
Emperor Arthur Paulus Wallonia.
Chancellor Erich Von Lastra.
The Diabolical Duo.
Dressed in pristine military coats, their boots clicking against the polished stone, they walked without hesitation—without even a hint of fear.
Behind them, a hundred Wallonian Royal Guards lined up in perfect symmetry, their rifles gleaming under the sunlight.
And then—
The sky roared.
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The Sky Screams – The Death of Altaires' Arrogance
The Tribunal shook as forty Wallonian fighter planes soared through the skies in a precise aerial formation.
Their speed, their agility, the impossible maneuvers they performed—it was a symphony of supremacy.
The nations below stared in horror.
They had airships.
They had bombers.
But nothing in their arsenals could match the speed and ferocity of these warbirds.
The realization hit them like a hammer.
If Wallonia wished it, they could wipe out every military force in the world before breakfast.
They weren't equals in this tribunal.
They were lambs standing before the butcher.
And the butcher was already sharpening his knives.
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The Tribunal Hall – A Walk Through the Terrified
Arthur and Erich strode forward, their steps echoing through the silent hall.
A single guide, trembling, awaited them.
With a stiff bow, the guide turned and began to lead them inside.
The duo followed, their expressions unreadable.
Behind them, the world watched in horror.
Because today, the nations of Altaires weren't negotiating with another empire.
They were standing before a force they could not stop.
And as the tribunal doors closed, the leaders of Altaires knew—
The world had already changed.