Genius Prince’s National Revitalization from State Deficit ~ Right, Let Us Sell the Country - Volume 12 - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Ambush

“Caldmellia wants to meet, huh?” Wein groaned from his office chair, his chin resting on the palm of one hand. “Any guesses as to her objective, Ninym?”

“…”

“Ninym?”

“O-oh, sorry. I didn’t hear you.” Ninym shook away her thoughts. “You asked about Caldmellia’s motive, right?”

The message from Levetia claimed she wished to meet Wein to discuss Natra and Levetia’s future relationship. Wein was obviously the nation’s regent, and Caldmellia governed the Levetia religion in the elderly Holy King’s stead, so such talks promised to be crucial. This would be no tea party. Several key issues were on the line.

“I would assume she hopes to win over Natra,” Ninym said.

Wein nodded lazily. “No surprise there, now that the Empire’s civil war has concluded.”

The Earthworld Empire dominated the East, while the Levetia faith largely ruled the West. Natra was caught in the middle of their constant conflict. In his time as regent, Wein had maintained a delicate balance as he seized new territory. Diplomatic efforts with the West and the Empire’s own internal woes kept him out of hot water.

However, Earthworld had returned to relative peace, thanks to the recent coronation of Empress Lowellmina, and the nation would inevitably shift its focus back to expansion. Something had to change if the situation was going to improve. Every power, including the Empire, knew this. And so a meeting between Wein and Caldmellia had been arranged as a precaution.

“Three main roads connect the East and the West, and Natra sits on the northernmost one. Everyone sees us as a huge pain in the butt,” Wein remarked.

“However,” Ninym began, “an alliance with us is a convenient way for either side to keep the other in check.”

“Right. The Empire sees Natra as a foothold to the West, and the West sees us as a shield against Imperial invasion. Besides, we’re known opportunists. Milking us dry won’t cost either any sleep.”

“You took advantage of upheaval to gain new territory, and now everyone is after our heads. Perhaps we’ve gone too far.”

Wein shrugged. “A puny little country like Natra will topple from the slightest push, yet both sides have realized it’s a pest worth courting instead. Not a bad deal, right?”

“It’s still a pain,” Ninym replied with a frown.

“I can’t argue that,” Wein replied with a wry smile. “In any case, it looks like we’re on the same wavelength, Ninym. I bet Caldmellia will try to get Natra to break up with the Empire and become an indisputable part of the West.”

“You’ve dodged the subject so far, but time is running out.”

“Exactly. If we reject the West now, it’ll decide its only other option is to nix our relationship.”

“And it’ll act before the Empire is ready.”

The gist of the plan was surely to declare war on Natra and assemble every Western nation to subjugate it before the Empire could act. Natra would then serve as an official line of defense against the East. Despite the small nation’s impressive progress, Natra had no chance of victory if the West’s other nations decided to gang up on them.

“Of course, the Empire won’t just stand idly by and watch its ally and buffer get slaughtered…” Wein noted. “But there’s no way its reinforcements will reach us fast enough in an emergency.”

The Empire was currently exhausted, and until it recovered, it was unclear how long it would take their forces to reach a foreign nation. The risk was too great.

“We’ll invite a hopeless, multi-front war if we turn down the West’s request, and we can’t depend on the Empire’s reinforcements. Natra has to go along with the West and Levetia,” Ninym said, dissatisfaction written all over her face. As a Flahm, she couldn’t help but fear that Western oppressors would reach her people in Natra.

“By the way, do you remember what Strang said?” Wein asked. “About how Lowellmina will need to demonstrate her military might?”

“I do. Ah, I see your point.” Ninym grimaced. “If Natra allies with the West, that will give the Empire justification to declare us traitors and attack.”

“I believe that’s probably Caldmellia’s objective.”

The West feared drawing Earthworld’s eye; meanwhile the Empire needed the perfect scapegoat. Both sides sought to make Natra a treasonous sacrificial lamb.

To the West, Natra was the Empire’s longtime ally. The various countries would grow hostile if nothing was done, but they’d be pleased to see the Empire strike Natra down.

To the Empire, Natra was a foothold to western expansion that should’ve been annexed ages ago. No one would protest a traitorous neighbor’s due punishment.

“We’ll be crushed by the Empire if we join the West and crushed by the West if we join the Empire…” Ninym said.

Wein nodded. “I bet they’ve already secretly teamed up to take us out.”

“…That’s not funny.”

It was truly a life-or-death situation for Natra, but for better or worse, Wein and Ninym were familiar with the Empire’s situation and understood the threat. No one else in Natra would’ve agreed. A majority of the citizens happily expected a bright future ahead ever since Wein’s longtime ally Lowellmina became Empress.

“I’m not a mind reader, so I can’t say for certain how either side will act,” Wein stated. “If Natra gets caught up in Lowellmina’s military antics, she might realize we’re sitting ducks and rush to send reinforcements, even though it’s pointless. On the other hand, if we join with the West as a shield against the Empire, we might be welcomed gladly. That being said, I personally think everyone except Caldmellia is probably on the fence right about now.”

Do we ally with Natra or destroy it? Should we aid the opposition or go it alone?

Given the choice between advantage or disadvantage, people would always pick the former. If both sides showed potential profit, however, they’d hesitate and wonder which was better.

“Plus, no government expected Lowellmina to become Empress. She’s rattled the continent, and everyone is only now considering their next steps. Caldmellia’s ahead of the game,” Wein added.

“…Which means she’s operating on her own, and the West isn’t involved,” Ninym concluded.

Caldmellia was taking decisive action while everyone else dithered in order to turn things in her favor.

“Now that pain in the neck has room to play.” Wein smirked. Nothing could deter the confidence and ego in his arrogant smile.

“What do you propose we do?”

“First, let’s meet with Caldmellia. She’ll probably try to tempt us with a sweet deal, so we’ll use that to sniff out her scheme.”

Did she intend to ruin Natra or work together? The estimated value of Caldmellia’s proposal would reveal the truth. Of course, Wein assumed it would be nothing too lavish if he was right about the lack of Western support, but it was food for thought.

“If Caldmellia’s hand wasn’t worth squat to those in charge within Levetia, I figure they would have dumped us already. But perhaps they feel we’d make a good ally if that same hand involves considerable bloodshed.” Wein suddenly looked troubled. “Knowing that woman, she’ll probably make a weird deal just for the fun of it…”

“Sadly, stakes and calculations don’t work with a menace like her…” Ninym agreed.

Caldmellia was a key figure in the Levetia order, but she also had a destructive personality. Even Wein couldn’t predict what she’d say upon her arrival in Natra.

“What will you do if it’s obvious she intends to cut ties with Natra?” Ninym questioned.

“That would pretty much guarantee a war with the West, so I’d drag out negotiations while laying the groundwork for Imperial reinforcements behind the scenes. At the same time, I’d also try to split the Western opposition, if possible.”

“And if she truly wants to win over Natra?”

“Then I’ll join the West.” A slight grimace flitted across Ninym’s face, but Wein gave her a smile. “Then I’d conspire with the Empire and look for the right moment to sell out.”

“…You’d remain loyal to the alliance?”

Wein nodded. “I trust the Empire’s strength on principle. Even if every country in the West joins forces, they won’t stand a chance.”

The Empire’s power went beyond its military. Between a meritocratic nature, a tendency to adopt the people and cultures of conquered nations, and a tolerant distribution of new techniques and concepts even at the cost of existing ideas and methods, Earthworld would continue to evolve as a superpower. Wein had realized the bigoted West couldn’t keep up forever.

“It’d be a different story if the Empire’s ruler were a numbskull, but—”

“Earthworld has a bright future ahead, especially with Lowa as Empress,” Ninym finished.

“Exactly.”

These two knew Lowellmina’s nature and talent intimately, so they were in perfect agreement.

“However, even if the Empire wins, a lot could happen. Natra might be destroyed, so obviously, we’ll have to fumble for a way out of this alive. That’s why I’d only pretend to side with the West.”

A wave of relief washed over Ninym as she listened to Wein’s explanation. As his aide, she understood she must remain neutral in every circumstance. However, it was almost impossible to keep her composure where the Flahm were involved, especially given the current trouble among her people. If something big upset things now…

“…!” Ninym was beset by an indescribably terrible sensation. “Wein, are you sure you haven’t overlooked anything?”

“Have I?” Wein mulled this over for a few seconds but ultimately shook his head. “I don’t think so. For now, at least. Are you worried about something?”

“Not really, but…” Ninym winced as the words caught awkwardly in her throat, while Wein pondered again. “Sorry, I realize that was vague,” she added.

“No problem. We’ve still got some time before the meeting. I’m sure we’ll find out more, so let’s keep up our investigation,” Wein replied.

The Flahm woman gave a slight nod.

Preparations proceeded without incident. With an agenda decided and the entertainment ready, the only thing left to do was await Caldmellia’s arrival.

“Hahhh…” Ninym breathed a sigh of relief after single-handedly overseeing the arrangements. The outcome of this meeting was vital, and an ineffective host could bring it to a screeching halt.

“I still don’t even know…”

Amid her hectic schedule, Ninym had sought the reason for her anxiousness, yet she still came up empty. Maybe it really was all in her mind. She hoped so.

Levan arrived to pull her from her mind. “Ninym, we’re prepared to meet with the backer we discussed earlier.”

“…At a time like this?”

The backer. The mysterious figure supporting Flahm independence.

To the youth who dreamed of freedom, the benefactor was hailed as an ally, but those like Ninym and Levan saw the backer as a foe who aimed to sow dissension. Ninym would have to probe their true identity in person eventually. For now, she wondered why the decision to meet with the backer had been made right before Caldmellia’s arrival.

“To be more specific, we’ll meet once the negotiations with Caldmellia are over… Does that work for you?” Levan asked.

“I don’t really have much choice. All right, I’ll be there,” Ninym said before lowering her voice. “More importantly, how is the council, Master Levan?”

“I’m loath to admit my own incompetence…but it’s been an uphill battle.”

Levan was working to stifle the push for Flahm autonomy, but the outcome looked bleak. Thanks to Ninym’s status as a living symbol and the Flahm’s cherished desire for their ancient kingdom to be reborn, the long-awaited movement could only pick up speed. As Levan had said, the flames were spreading fast.

“Perhaps I should actively oppose the movement after all,” Ninym offered.

“…I agree that we may need to review our options,” Levan concurred, his frustration evident. “Let’s discuss this again once we’ve discerned who the benefactor is.”

“Understood. It’s a relief to know we feel the same way, Master Levan.”

“Certainly…”

The Flahm people would settle if Levan and Ninym chose to confront them directly as the leader and the symbolic successor. That, at least, was a small comfort.

I need to find out Caldmellia’s objective, uncover the backer’s identity, and figure out a way to help Natra survive the tensions between the East and the West…

Ninym felt more than a little troubled as her lengthy to-do list grew longer yet and the important meeting loomed.

Director Caldmellia of Levetia’s Gospel Bureau was over fifty, according to official records, yet easily appeared to be in her twenties or thirties. Whether she’d inherited the name from someone else or secretly cast a spell of youth remained unclear.

Despite the Gospel Bureau’s discrimination against women, Caldmellia had become a top leader in the religious organization and was renowned for her political finesse. She handled administrative affairs in the elderly Holy King’s stead, and it was said Levetia’s influence had expanded by leaps and bounds since she took over.

And now that very same person was on her way to Natra.

Word quickly spread through the kingdom, and the public’s response was generally favorable. Natra’s heritage was rooted in an ancient nation to the West, but historically it had maintained closer ties with the East. Once Wein became regent, Natra—after several wars—found greater opportunity to visit its various Western neighbors and negotiate. Tensions had eased in the public’s mind, and Wein’s rare position as host to Caldmellia and the West further validated this point.

Of course, outward appearances failed to reflect the true state of affairs.

“It’s been quite some time, Prince Wein.”

“Natra welcomes you, Lady Caldmellia.”

Wein, who represented Natra.

Caldmellia, who represented Levetia.

The pair’s discussion began amicably enough, and Ninym and the other attendants watched expectantly.

“You must be exhausted. It’s quite a long distance from the old capital of Lushan.”

“Yes, I suppose. This is my first visit to Natra, so the journey was unfamiliar… I’m a bit embarrassed to say so, but I’ve heard much about Natra and couldn’t wait to see it with my own eyes,” Caldmellia replied with a smile. “Such excitement has warded off any fatigue.”

“Marvelous. As Natra’s representative, I’m delighted to hear it.” Wein mirrored her smile. “Lady Caldmellia, I pray you’ll enjoy our nation to your heart’s content. However, personal experience compels me to suggest you should return home before winter.”

“Do you refer to Natra’s harsh winters, where even shadows freeze? Indeed, it’s still early fall, yet I already sense an icy chill.”

“The very same. If it were possible, Natra would catch spring with a rope and never let go.”

“Oh my. Winters must be dreadful for you to go so far.”

“Oops. Please don’t speak a word of this to anyone. I wouldn’t want the general to tease me.”

The two exchanged smiles more frigid than any Natran winter.

“Well then, perhaps we should hurry and settle a few important matters,” Caldmellia said, cutting to the chase. “Your Highness is wise. I’m certain you’ve already realized how Earthworld’s new Empress has affected our respective circumstances.”

“Of course. The citizens refuse to let this blissful spring slip away.”

“Is it spring, though?” Caldmellia asked with a mysterious smirk.

Ninym felt overwhelmed merely standing on the sidelines, yet Wein dealt with the inscrutable woman head-on. Caldmellia certainly was intense.

“The Empire is powerful. You might say too powerful. However, it, too, must be cautious.”

“Are you talking about a multi-front attack from the West?”

“No, I mean you, Wein Salema Arbalest.”

The air between the pair tensed abruptly, but Caldmellia continued undaunted.

“I am not at liberty to make an official statement due to my position, but it matters not how much personnel, time, and money the West devotes to its militia. To the Empire, victory is a simple matter of calculation. Even if the expense is astronomical, it is ready to pay. You, Prince Wein, are different.”

“…”

“You are an accomplished leader and golden child of this era. A hero whose name will be recorded in this continent’s history. Undoubtedly, people on both sides have wondered if you can beat the Empire.”

“You overestimate me,” Wein argued. “I am no magician, Lady Caldmellia. I might be a match for the Empire in some aspects, but the difference in power is too great. Natra could never win.”

“Maybe so. However, take care to remember that a considerable number of people believe otherwise,” Caldmellia insisted. “The West is bitter toward the Empire, but many within the Empire itself also share that resentment. You are much like their symbol. It will lead the Empire to think eliminating you before you gain too many allies is best.”

“Have you forgotten my alliance with Earthworld?”

“Certainly not, but the Empire will stab you in the back as soon as your guard is down. Once you’re gone, the Empire will be free to unify the continent under its banner.”

Ninym shuddered at Caldmellia’s argument. Wein had cast his lot with the Empire, yet suddenly, the West seemed like the better option. Ninym tried to brush these thoughts away but to no avail.

“What do you think, Prince Wein? Doesn’t it feel like the fangs of winter are closing in?”

The air in the room was heavy. Before anyone knew it, they’d been led straight into a deep mire.

“Whether they are or aren’t”—Wein’s voice remained steady—“Natra cannot turn against the Empire. As I’ve said already, we lack the strength.”

“Indeed, that would be true if Natra were alone,” Caldmellia challenged. “The story would surely be different with every military in the West under your command.”

“…” For the first time, Wein was left speechless. Everyone else watched with bated breath. They realized far too late that this meeting would determine the future of the continent.

“…That’s far too unrealistic.” Wein shook his head at last. “Why would the West allow a novice like me to command its forces? I lack the qualifications and status.”

“You are a heroic and highly decorated prince. Such qualifications are more than enough. As for the issue of status…” Caldmellia paused for a moment. “You can become a Holy Elite.”

A Holy Elite.

The Holy King sat atop Levetia’s hierarchy while the Holy Elites served as his executives. Since each new Holy King was chosen from the Holy Elites, one could also say they were Holy King candidates. Most were active within Levetia and the political sphere, making them the West’s indisputable spiritual and moral leaders.

Wein had been endorsed as a Holy Elite candidate once before. A lot happened, so it was never finalized, though.

“Are you serious, Lady Caldmellia?”

“I would not jest, Prince Wein.”

Ninym had to agree.

Caldmellia was on an official visit as Levetia’s emissary. Her words would naturally be recorded for posterity, so she couldn’t put on airs or make suggestions on a whim.

If taken at face value, her offer was enough to catch Wein’s ear. Perhaps the Empire’s progress truly was a threat, but…

It’d be too risky for him to blindly accept her offer, Ninym thought.

…this was Caldmellia. Not only was she an influential figure in the West, but she also easily topped the list of most unpredictable people. It was best to assume the woman had a trick or two up her sleeve.

“Have the others accepted me as a Holy Elite?” Evidently, Wein had similar concerns and spoke cautiously. Several conditions had to be met first, and his main focus was the approval of the Holy King and the majority of the Holy Elites. This plan was dead in the water if only the Holy King and his trusted confidant Caldmellia recognized Wein.

Wein assumed this sudden trip to Natra was Caldmellia’s renegade plan unauthorized by the Holy Elites. However…

“Yes, we are fine in that regard. Although not unanimous, the majority has accepted you. This document is proof.”

…her reply shattered Wein’s supposition.

Ninym shuddered. This is moving too quickly!

Caldmellia couldn’t have forged so many signatures. Had she sought out the Holy Elites’ approval immediately after hearing of Lowellmina’s ascension to Empress? Or perhaps she’d concluded that a conflict between the East and the West was inevitable no matter who ruled the Empire and had laid the groundwork to make Wein a Holy Elite beforehand. Either way, the director’s decisiveness and proactive efforts were nothing less than a marvel.

What will you do, Wein?

The table was set. If Wein accepted, his becoming the newest Holy Elite would spread across the continent. However, it would serve as an irrefutable public declaration of Natra’s solidarity with the West. Wein had assured Ninym he’d collude with the Empire, but…

“I’m honored by the Holy Elites’ goodwill,” he said. “All the same, I cannot make such a momentous decision without conferring with my vassals. I’d like some time to think it over.”

This was obviously meant to buy time. Caldmellia’s proposal had shocked everyone, and they needed a minute to decide on an official response. At the same time, it was proof Wein had been cornered.

“That is reasonable enough.” Caldmellia nodded with a sharp glint in her eye. “However, Your Highness must understand that the situation is tense. The true work will start once you become a Holy Elite, so there is no time to waste. I ask that you provide an answer before my return.”

Having deduced Wein’s plan, Caldmellia had issued a firm warning. If he carelessly wasted time, the West would consider it a betrayal.

“…Understood. Allow me to consider it briefly, and I’ll have a response ready soon.”

“I look forward to it, Prince Regent.” Caldmellia smiled. “After all, winter is on its way.”

“Yowch… She got me good.” Wein groaned loudly as he and Ninym reconvened after their first meeting with Caldmellia. “Never thought she’d try and make me a Holy Elite.”

“We’ll need to make sure it isn’t a bluff.”

“Nah, she was dead serious.”

Ninym agreed, but that meant Wein was truly a stone’s throw away from joining the Holy Elites.

“Well, no point in draggin’ this out. East or West, we’ll have to decide while Caldmellia is here,” Wein said.

“Your policies haven’t changed, right?”

“Nope. I’m still with the Empire. Caldmellia’s ‘Holy Elite’ idea threw me for a loop, but all I could think was, ‘That all you got?’”

“Didn’t she say the West would give you full command of its forces?” Ninym asked.

“Who cares? That sounds like a massive pain,” Wein replied with a shrug.

His reaction didn’t surprise Ninym, but the mental picture of her master acting as supreme commander in a battle that might split the continent made her heart race nervously. Nonetheless, she chased that emotion to the back of her mind. Ninym believed the Empire was a better choice, and it was vital that Wein stand firm as well.

“Still, some vassals might be tempted,” Wein remarked.

To become an ally of the Empire or accept a proposal to be made a Holy Elite. No one would find the choice easy.

Some vassals would side with the East while others were liable to staunchly defend the West. Wein and Ninym could already predict the ugly debate ahead.

“Perhaps her plan is to divide Natra’s royal court,” Ninym suggested.

“Maybe, but I sure wish we could just avoid this mess altogether.”

The Flahm woman sighed. “We can only hope nothing else goes wrong.”

Needless to say, those prayers went unanswered as their discussion with the vassals spiraled out of control.

“Our nation is a longtime ally of the Empire! Moreover, Prince Wein and Empress Lowellmina share a storied history! To join with the West would be to abandon everything we’ve established! It’s outrageous!” cried one pro-Empire official.

On the other hand…

“A permanent alliance can only exist between nations of equal strength! The Empire’s ambition to unite the continent under its banner is a well-known fact! Its expansionist greed will eventually spell our doom, so we should protect ourselves while we still can and side with the West!” argued the opposition.

These grievances alone made it hard enough to reach an understanding, but underlying anxieties such as Earthworld’s novel Empress and wariness regarding Wein’s possible Holy Elite status made the sea of opinions unbearable.

I wonder if we’ll really settle this by the deadline. Ninym shook her head, awash with a mix of fear and confusion. This was a matter of if, not when. Even so, Wein couldn’t afford to make heavy-handed decisions lest he further divide the palace politics. He had to reach an endgame while keeping a very delicate balance. Ninym steeled herself in preparation, yet no sooner had she done so than Levan arrived.

“Ninym, I have two matters I wish to discuss.”

“…What’s happened now?” Ninym asked sullenly. It wasn’t the warmest welcome, but she couldn’t help it. Levan had given her nothing but bad news lately.

Levan’s answer only deepened her frown. “I trust you’ve heard the Flahm have been talking about Caldmellia’s visit?”

Ninym expected as much. She also had concerns about the treatment of the Flahm if Natra sided with the West.

It was only natural for the local Flahm to worry. Levan had done his best to keep everyone calm, but there was only so much to be done.

“There’s hearsay that Prince Wein will pledge loyalty to the West and abandon the Flahm.”

“…!” Ninym’s expression went from outrage to panic.

The Teachings of Levetia viewed the Flahm as a sinful race and allowed others to treat them like slaves. However, Natra was the complete opposite and guaranteed the Flahm the same rights as everyone else. Yet even with this in mind, it seemed entirely plausible that Natra might cast the Flahm aside as a show of solidarity with the West.

Wein hadn’t announced an intention to do anything of the sort, however. Caldmellia hadn’t suggested it, either. The rumors were pure fiction.

“Who started this rumor?”

“There are several sources. It could have been domestic powers who loathe the Flahm’s recent progress, pro-independence Flahm activists, or a result of controversy born from citizens who fear for the future.”

“This will be a difficult fire to put out.” Ninym had anticipated a frenzy among the Flahm should a plan to join the West become public. However, she had hoped careful preparation could mitigate this.

What could be done now, though? Caldmellia’s sudden appearance had forced Natra to choose between East and West while a fire blazed directly beneath them. Who knew what chaos would ensue if Wein announced an alliance with the West?

We were too optimistic. Ninym understood that painfully well. Calming Natra’s increasingly restless Flahm would be no easy task. There’s one quick way to settle this, but…

The answer was simple. If Wein announced his intention to remain with the Empire, it would ease the Flahm people’s fears, at least temporarily. Should he wish to side with the West, even only temporarily, Ninym believed she could convince him to reconsider, if nothing else.

However…

That plan guaranteed only the Flahm’s happiness. Ninym prioritized her duty as Wein’s aide above loyalty to her people, and she couldn’t say for certain that provoking the West was in the nation’s best interest.

What should we do?

Levan interrupted Ninym mid-crisis.

“I’m sorry, but there’s more.”

“Yes, you did mention that. What is it?”

Whatever it is, it can’t be good.

“Our rendezvous with the backer will be held three days from now.”

“…!” Ninym’s expression darkened, and she sighed. “Is it safe to assume this timing was intentional?”

“Indeed. Considering events thus far, word of Prince Wein’s potential collaboration with the West likely played a part.”

“…All right, I’ll come. I’d rather focus on the discussion between Prince Wein and Caldmellia, but my hands are tied.”

Levan nodded lightly.

Between Ninym’s duty as an aide and her position as future leader of Natra’s Flahm, Ninym would always choose the former. However, that didn’t mean she could just ignore the latter’s issues.

“I wonder who awaits us,” Levan mused.

“Not anyone we can trust,” Ninym spat.

And she was correct.

“Greetings to you both. Shall we begin?”

Three days after Wein’s negotiations, Ninym and Levan reeled as Caldmellia favored them with a smile.

Since Ninym and Levan hoped to keep their meeting with the Flahm revolutionist benefactor under wraps, it was covertly held in a building located in a corner of town. This had been done to prevent exacerbating the situation and to make eliminating this backer easier, if necessary.

I have no doubt they’re against us.

With all this in mind, Ninym had carefully combed the familiar streets as part of a preliminary investigation. She’d quickly picked the ideal venue and readied a contingency plan in case the backer needed to be dispatched.

Come what may, she and Levan would be ready. Or so she thought.

“Wh-why are you…?” Nothing could have prepared Ninym for Caldmellia’s sudden appearance. She didn’t know what to say.

Master Levan!

Ninym looked to the man frantically, only to discover he was just as astonished.

Caldmellia was a high-ranking member of the Teachings of Levetia, a religion that promoted persecution of the Flahm. Neither could even begin to fathom why she was here.

“Must you even ask?” Caldmellia grinned like a young girl who’d played a clever trick. “I’m the Flahm’s benefactor, my dear young lady.”

“…!”

Yes, that had to be it. There was no other answer. This was the designated spot where the two Flahm representatives were supposed to meet a backer pushing for Flahm independence. No stranger could have stumbled upon the site by mistake. Yet although Ninym and Levan understood this, they struggled to accept it. Caldmellia was an enemy to their people in every conceivable way.

“It would appear my little surprise worked. However, we’ll get nowhere like this. You really must relax. How about some tea?”

Caldmellia’s servant set three cups on the table. Ninym didn’t move a finger, but Levan broke the ice.

“My apologies, Lady Caldmellia. We never expected to meet you in a place like this,” he said, reaching for his cup to take a sip.

Ninym instinctively tensed, and Levan gave her a sharp look that bade her to be calm. Caldmellia wouldn’t try anything here.

Whatever the woman’s objective, there was no question she wanted to talk. Thus, she wouldn’t resort to anything like poison. Even then, the worst could be avoided so long as Ninym survived.

“Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Levan, a mediator for Natra’s Flahm population. This is Ninym. I’ve invited her along as my successor.”

“I am Caldmellia. I’ve heard much about you both. You’re talented individuals who aid the king and crown prince.”

“We are humbled by your praise, Director. I never imagined word of us would reach someone like yourself.”

“…” Ninym tried her best to keep placid as she watched the discussion. Caldmellia was the biggest imposter on the continent and could easily win over a troubled heart. Ninym had to gather herself while Levan was talking.

“Forgive my forwardness, Lady Caldmellia, but let me ask once more… Are you truly our benefactor?”

“Of course, Sir Levan.”

“And are you supporting the Flahm in an individual capacity?”

“No,” she replied. “Although this is not an official meeting, I speak as director of the Gospel Bureau.”

This unexpected conversation grew more shocking still. Learning she assisted the Flahm only as an individual would’ve been almost understandable. What did it mean that Levetia was involved?

“Might I ask why?” Levan questioned.

“The Teachings of Levetia is a kind, peaceful faith that promotes justice and equality. Yet although that is written in the scriptures, we have long debated our tolerance toward the enslavement of the Flahm. That’s why Levetia has recently decided to support the Flahm in their independence and push for social recognition,” Caldmellia explained with an enigmatic smile. “Of course, that is purely the official standpoint.”

“Then what is your true purpose?”

“The Empire.”

Ninym’s eyebrow twitched.

“Earthworld has gained a new Empress. The scars of civil war are slow to heal, but it won’t be long before the Empire invades. The West must unify against it.”

“I see,” Ninym said, joining the discussion at last. “In other words, the Empire has troublemakers who, like we Flahm, might pose a threat. However, the enslaved Flahm are also a labor force and a valuable asset. If you discard us casually, you risk a Flahm uprising and weakened militia. Such a thing would grant the Empire an advantage, so you hope to win us over and use the Flahm as pawns.”

“What a keen observation,” Caldmellia agreed without the slightest hint of guilt. “First, we’d have you persuade Prince Wein. Since Flahm voices have gained recognition within Natra lately, he’ll concede swiftly if you endorse the West. However, if Prince Wein does join the East, he’ll need to be stopped immediately. I hope your people will serve as our vanguards and later rule this land as your own.”

Caldmellia offered no pretense, preferring to blatantly encourage the Flahm to betray Natra. There was no question Levetia intended to use the Flahm to win over Wein, take him down if need be, and act as a shield against the Empire.

“The Empire is a threat to every citizen in the West,” Caldmellia asserted, beaming. “Let us cast aside past misgivings, join hands, and fight as one.”

“Absolutely not!” Ninym shouted furiously.

“Ninym,” Levan reprimanded.

However, she couldn’t stop herself.

“You know how much the Flahm have suffered under the West’s oppression! We’re not about to wage war for you!”

“Ah, that’s where the direct descendant of the Founder comes in.” Caldmellia’s comment felt like a knife between her ribs. “The person in question lurks in Natra, if I’m not mistaken.”

“…!” Ninym froze. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

She tried to play dumb, even as her tongue twisted into knots. Meanwhile, Caldmellia’s eyes sank into Ninym. She’d already figured it out. This woman was the backer who’d exposed Ninym’s identity in the first place. She’d known long before the trouble began.

“With the Founder’s direct descendant as their symbol, the Flahm would fall into line. They’ll even cooperate with their hated enemies of the West if told to do so. It’s a miracle the Founder’s lineage has survived. I have no doubt it is the descendant’s destiny to help us overcome our bloody history.”

Ninym fought the urge to jump up and punch this woman in the face. She couldn’t, of course. It was a hopeless wish. She made a tight fist and chained back the rage burning in her throat.

“All right. Suppose there is a living descendant,” Ninym replied. “Why should they join the West? This person could just as easily convince everyone to join the Empire.”

“Heh-heh, I’d expect no less from someone who has countless friends in Earthworld.” Ninym felt a chill in Caldmellia’s taunts. She was being analyzed. “Nonetheless, there is no future for the Flahm in that.”

“Wh-why not?”

“Because of Eastern Levetia,” Caldmellia explained. “Eastern Levetia is a rival sect of the West’s faith. Those apostates twist the scripture and insist they are the true believers. Of course, I have my own position to consider and would never condone such drivel.”

The last bit seemed to be a joke. Neither Ninym nor Levan laughed, but Caldmellia seemed to relish their reactions.

“In any case, Eastern Levetia followers have demonstrated that they consider the scripture to be absolute and believe the Flahm deserve eternal bondage. And they are right next door to Natra, as is the Empire. They will only bring you grief.”

“The Empire values an individual’s abilities over heritage,” Ninym asserted.

“That’s true for the moment. However, there is no question that the Teachings of Levetia will be cast out once the Empire unifies the continent. Eastern Levetia will become the main religion, and its dogma will spread rapidly. Do you think the Empire will protect the Flahm then?”

“…”

As the image of Lowellmina, her friend and Earthworld’s Empress, crossed her mind, Ninym found herself incapable of replying. She couldn’t believe Lowellmina would ever seek to oppress the Flahm. However, Ninym understood that sometimes a leader couldn’t go against the powerful will of their nation. There was no guarantee the Empire wouldn’t spurn the Flahm.

Then Caldmellia played her final hidden card.

“We shall revise the scripture and better the lives of the Flahm.”

“Wha—”

Ninym and Levan stared at her in wide-eyed shock.

The religious doctrine was the root of Flahm discrimination in the West. The persecution had been born of the deeds of long-gone Flahm, but the present-day populace was oblivious to that. The Flahm suffered because the sacred text demanded it. Followers wholeheartedly believed their discrimination and cruel behavior were justified.

However, that rationale would vanish with a revision of the scripture.

Of course, the people of the West had been molded by the Teachings of Levetia since their earliest days, so a mere rewrite was unlikely to convert anyone immediately.

However, the effects would slowly begin to show in future generations.

“Lady Caldmellia, do you speak the truth?” Levan asked. His tone was a mix of hope and tension.

“Of course. I’ve even prepared a written oath which includes the joint signatures of the Holy King and the Holy Elites,” she replied fluidly. “Needless to say, this is something Eastern Levetia cannot provide.”

What terrible irony. The Teachings of Levetia, the faith that embraced secularism and twisted its own holy scriptures whenever convenient, was the only organization that could secure equality for the Flahm.

“So what will you do?”

It was all or nothing. Acceptance or refusal were the only options.

Ninym thought giving such a black-and-white ultimatum was less than wise. However, this wasn’t her offer to refuse. Levan had the final say. After a drawn-out silence, he spoke with a look of anguish.

“I’d like some time to think it over.”

“Why didn’t you refuse?!”

Levan and Ninym returned to the palace after their meeting with Caldmellia but did not part ways. Instead, Ninym lashed out at him.

“Caldmellia is trying to divide Natra! We’ll either have to convince Wein or, if all else fails, help subjugate him. It’s obvious she wants us to turn traitor!”

“Yes…you’re right.” Levan accepted Ninym’s rage with a solemn nod. “We were only supposed to negotiate, yet Caldmellia made her intentions clear. There is no question we will become her expendable pawns. And when we’re used and discarded, no one will show a shred of compassion for the wretched Flahm.”

“If you understand that much, then wh—”

“They’re willing to rewrite the scriptures, Ninym,” Levan interjected. “I’m sure you realize the significance of this opportunity.”

“It’s nothing more than an empty promise! We can’t trust her!”

“The Holy Elites are involved. Even the director of the Gospel Bureau couldn’t afford to tell such a careless lie.”

“…Fine. Suppose it’s true! Regardless of any revisions to the scripture, the West is after more than just the Empire. It wants Wein out of the picture. We’ll be used to that end and lose our place in Natra forever! Is it worth all that?!”

“…”

Levan fell silent, although Ninym’s impassioned speech wasn’t the cause. His expression spoke to the fervor in his heart while he searched for the right words.

“…I feel guilty.”

“What?” Ninym was taken aback by his ludicrous statement.

“I always have, Ninym.”

“For what?”

“For our peaceful life in Natra.”

Unease rippled through Ninym’s heart.

“We’ve worked hard to earn our position since coming to this land a century ago. Why should you feel any shame or guilt?” Ninym said, but her assertion proved feeble. She already knew what Levan was trying to say.

“When I think of the other Flahm who still live in oppression, this peace weighs heavy on me.”

Natra wasn’t the only place the Flahm called home. Many more were scattered across both the East and the West, where their distinct appearance inevitably garnered attention. In truth, only a minority of the Flahm lived safely under Natra’s protection.

As Ninym said, Natra’s Flahm had carved a path for themselves and bore no reason to apologize. Even so, it was painful to know their brethren suffered the whip merely for existing a foot beyond Natra’s borders.

“We couldn’t do anything about that!”

“Previously, yes. But now a chance has presented itself.”

Ninym saw Levan’s eyes blaze with an intense light.

“I agree that we should walk the same path as Natra if we concern ourselves only with the Flahm of this nation. However, it is a different story if the scripture can be rewritten. That will be the salvation of every Flahm on the continent. Ninym…I know you understand. You saved our people in the Ulbeth Alliance.”

Ninym’s expression twisted. She had accompanied Wein on a diplomatic mission to the Ulbeth Alliance in the farthest reaches of the West. The Flahm there knew terrible hardship and injustice, but thanks to some good fortune and Ninym’s determination, they were invited to become citizens of Natra. Ninym was thrilled to see those who accepted the offer now living happily.

Yet at the same time, she understood that Ulbeth’s Flahm hadn’t necessarily wanted to leave their longtime home. If they had been treated with more kindness, everyone would’ve elected to remain. A new interpretation of the scripture could make that a reality.

“Still, I’m against it,” Ninym argued, her voice tight. “It’d be different if only you and I bore the risk. This decision could impact every Flahm in Natra, though. I cannot condone disrupting everyone’s peaceful lives to save the rest of the Flahm.”

“…”

“Besides, this proposed betrayal has one more fundamental issue.”

“And what is that?”

“We’d make an enemy out of Wein.”

This time, Levan’s face contorted.

Wein was, without a doubt, the continent’s greatest modern-day hero, and Ninym knew exactly what he’d do if betrayed. He’d mumble and grumble at first, but soon enough, he’d quietly mount a counterattack. There would be no anger, sorrow, or resentment over their treachery; Wein would just tell himself that his once-faithful allies had switched sides. He’d mercilessly strike down the Flahm who’d tirelessly served Natra for a century without hesitation.

“I don’t think anyone could match Wein except for me. Besides, what chance do throwaway pawns of the West stand against a hero? Antagonizing him would only earn us scorn as the filthy, ungrateful people who betrayed Natra’s royal family. We’d doom every Flahm to eternal shame and lead them to ruin.”

“…”

“Please, reconsider. We’ve made great progress in the last century. Let’s keep going.”

Had Ninym’s earnest plea reached Levan’s heart? The silence preceding his reply was long and painful.

“…I’ll think about it. Leave me for today.”

Ninym hesitated to comply. She wanted to talk further but sensed herself growing too heated. Was it better to continue anyway or pause to cool down? She deliberated with herself for a moment.

“Understood. We’ll discuss this later.”

Ninym chose the latter. This debate was inevitable, but it risked becoming an emotional argument if she and Levan didn’t allow themselves time to gather their thoughts. Allowing their relationship to sour because of impatience would be troublesome.

We can pick this back up once we’re both a bit calmer.

In any case, it had been an eventful day. Too eventful. Both sides needed time alone.

“Please excuse me, Master Levan. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.”

“Yes, understood.”

Ninym left the visibly tortured man behind.

She’d quickly come to regret that decision.