Had he been a lesser man, Pierre thought as the conversation awkwardly died for the third time that night, he would curse aloud.

The source of his ire was the constant grumbles of his colleagues. Many a noble would mumble about his son whether to curse him for his loyalty to his wife and the crown of Gallia or to curse Pierre and Karin for sending an obvious golden hen to another kingdom.

The reforms and ideas the boy was spreading in Gallia were not only increasing the wealth of the kingdom immeasurably, but the laws he was championing to help the commoners were causing a large and ever growing number of them to go to Gallia seeking work. Of course his son welcomed them with open arms.

To the growing amazement of the nobility of Tristian (Germania now, Pierre corrected himself. It would take some getting used to.) the country was actually starting to experience a manpower shortage of commoners. No one to tend gardens or do labor for new constructions. The Germainians who had started to flood the country after the marriage was announced were also causing no small amount of annoyance among the citizenry as many of them seemed to feel like they were victors of some conflict rather than allies joining together.

Personally Pierre was very much tired of nobles bemoaning his son's move to Gallia. No doubt they would have tried their damnest to block the very ideas that had generated the wealth they were now coveting. Selfish morons.

One thing was certain though. If the Emperor thought that his requests to have the Heavy Wind parade about his court to show off his new power were going to be considered he had another thing coming. Loyalty to the crown was the Valliere way, but it was to the crown of Tristian which now did not exist.

His son was not the only one who could be a "rules lawyer" as he called it.

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NOTE: The germanians who have been coming into tristain starting shit are the ones who would have done so anyway. The exact type that Karin would normally turn back on her border patrols. She can't do that now. Also, most are diehard supporters of the Emperor which is why they feel so powerful.

I have no doubt that the wealth and ideas of Gallia has attracted a lot of Tristian immigrants. Doubly so since most of the Nobility has spent a long time propagandizing that Germainia is a land of barbarians. No commoner family, after having grown up with that view, would stick around to let their families be pillaged. Kinda biting the nobility of Trisitan in the behind now.

I can see Karin and Pierre getting a lot of flack for letting Henry be married off to a foreign nation. No doubt those same people, like Pierre thought, would have been laying into them to stop Henry from spouting all of those ideas.

Tristian is at peace and is secure. However, the Tristian way of life is being threatened by these upstart Germianians and both the nobility and the commoners do not like it. Time will tell if this teakettle boils over and Henry has to intervene. It would be ironic if peace with the elves resulted in war amongst the human nations as everybody fought everybody for a dozen reasons.

I just described WW1. Yes, you should feel a chill down your spine. Rapid technological advances that upset an aristocracy that rules nations who compete with one another. Henry, your ideas will make a better world, but the world has had 6000 years of peace because of the stasis they found themselves in.

You know history. You just have to avoid repeating it. The path to hell and all that.
 
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Meh, I wonder if Henry remembers if he pushes the elves to far they do posses their own versions of nukes.

So the threat of genocide work both ways if he pushes the elves too far.
 
Every time someone says IsaIsa, I expect Isabella to suddenly [POSE] and beat the stupid out of Henry with Hamon.

wat is dis
 
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Meh, I wonder if Henry remembers if he pushes the elves to far they do posses their own versions of nukes.

So the threat of genocide work both ways if he pushes the elves too far.
It's MAD, with an added 'I know we have to find a solution for the continent-being-ripped-apart problem, so, please, be helpful' request.
 
Fun fact:

It is explicitly stated that if it hadn't been for Joseph's showing of Void+Firestone, the Elves themselves wouldn't have even known firestones exploded that fiercely when unleashed. In their words, 'for six thousand years we never thought to use firestones that way'.

So...Nope~
 
I'm with @Gamerteen13 here. Someone dropped a 12-pound idiot ball on Henry's head. To tell his wife less than 24 hours after going to fucking labor that he's going on an expedition on what's considered the nest of Satan himself... and delivered it at the nearly the most callous way possible he can.

You do know that your appointment with Bidashal and the rest of the Elven council would take a while, right? That Bidashal would still need to send word about your :turian:Diplomatic Visit:turian: before you set off for the holy land? That he'd understand if you'd want to spend some goddamned quality time with your family for a while before you fuck off to another adventure?
"Without this, there is no future," I whispered. "I will put into place contingencies, my dear," I gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Trust me. I have prepared my whole life for this moment. Demons run when a good man goes to war...so think what elves will do, when a good man goes to talk to them."
Yyyyeah, I'm thinking Henry's deep into delusions of Messianic grandeur here.
She had tears in her eyes, but she was giggling.

Clearly, this meant she trusted me.

Right?

Right.
Henry, do you happen to be aware of Stephen King's novel "Misery"? I ask because: don't you know, Isabella's your number one fan?
 
I'm a bit confused about why Henry got the Germanian Emperor drunk. If it was to help Henrietta it only delayed things by a day or so. If Henry wanted to save Henrietta from such a fate he had opportunities before that to help her and prevent the marriage to begin with.
 
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Seven
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Seven

Isabella's giggling fit finished only once my arms surrounded her frame and gently began to rock her back and forth. "Why does it have to be you?" Isabella asked in the end, her hands holding on to my wrists. "Why you, my Henry? Why not an ambassador, or even that elf? What need do you have to go there yourself?"

"Well, first off, I'm not going there myself just yet," I said quite calmly. "I have sent Bidashal back with my words and desire to entertain diplomatic relations between our countries. I proposed, should they fear a ploy, the meeting within their capital. They will of course refuse because they're elves and would rather eat poison than see a human enter their capital, and move it to a free city or a place where they can feel safe along the border, to which I will comply, but will thus ask to bring another party since they changed the location. They will comply in turn, thinking myself scared of their superior elfish powers. I'll bring the Pope into this, and he has the final tools to prove...things," I took a small breath of Isabella's perfumed hair, and hummed nonchalantly. "Persimmons?"

"Stop sniffing my hair and continue, husband," Isabella grumbled. "You should have begun with this, rather than that silly game. What makes you think they will go this way?"

"Because, my dear Isabella...I asked Bidashal for the best course of action. The Elves, even though they deem themselves terrifyingly superior, are also not so prone to use spirits for war. They fear the grievous losses from another war, and are reasonably sure they might not survive more than a few cycles of crusades-"

"So we should just make a crusade," Isabella whispered. "We should take our army, march under the banners of the Gods with Romalia by our side and-and murder them all, burn them to stakes, crucify them-"

"Isabella, not another word," I hissed softly. "You know my feelings on stakes and crucifixions-"

"Very well," Isabella whispered. "We will desist. So...what will you tell them? What can you say to heretics?"

"Oh, I'll say little to nothing. I'll just show them the truth," I said. "The Pope has an object, the Founder's Round Mirror. By using it, the past life of the Founder can be viewed. His actions, his choices, the things that happened-through it, the council of elves will be shown that my words on what happened in the past are truth. Once they do, they realize they owe humans a debt, and asking them the promised lands back won't be that hard anymore. Though my main concern is convincing them to help with the cataclysm, but if I cannot, then I will move on to the second objective."

"And if still they were to refuse?" Isabella pressed on. "You know how beasts are, dear husband. They do not follow reason."

"Then..." I took a deep breath. "I shall call down upon their greatest city a shower of fire and death the likes of which will leave them terrified of my power," I swallowed. "There is a weapon within the desert, one that I would like to set upon its rediscovery both the Elemental siblings and the Gandalfr. Once there, and in position, should the worst possible option happen-I will ask them to unleash it on Adiir."

"Does it exist? Such a weapon?" Isabella murmured, "It's not just a fantasy of yours to pacify me, is it?"

"Of course it exists, my beloved," I answered in turn. "Though its precise location eludes me, it very much exists."

Isabella sighed. "You have been a cruel man, telling me things in such a horrible way. You had me worry! Very well, we will put our utmost trust in you and pour considerable finances in the discovery of this weapon of sorts-does thee have a location to begin searching for it at least?"

"A giant octopus-island of sorts somewhere with strong currents a fair distance away from Adiir itself, should be a good enough landmark," I answered in turn. "The weapon in question should be a metallic shape protruding from the sea somewhere near it, or close to it."

Isabella stared at me.

"What?" I blinked. "I never said it would be easy to find."

"I am sure the elemental siblings will enjoy their golden mansion by the time they'll be done," Isabella grumbled, before the sudden crying caught her attention, and she was swiftly let go from my arms to hurry and fuss towards Pierre. I stopped by her side, and looked down at the slobbering kid who was crying his face red. "I'll call the wet nurse-" Isabella decided while I simply bent down, and picked the little one up.

"He needs to be changed," I acquiesced with a sigh, steeling myself as I stared right into his eyes, dark as mine. "Ah, Pierre...you are one lucky kid." I mouthed towards him as I turned to glance at Isabella's pulling of a bell by the side of the room, meant to immediately call the attentions of the wet nurses. "Try not to grow up to be too much of a rotten spoiled rich kid," I whispered conspiratorially to his ear, making him giggle. "Uh-" I muttered as I pressed the side of my cheek against his, "This is what they mean with baby smooth cheeks then, uh-"

"Dear, hand over Pierre so the servants can get him changed," Isabella said with a huff, a hand on her hip as the wet nurses entered by the score. I regretfully parted with the tiny bundle with a chocolate surprise within, and washed my hands in a nearby washbasin. As the windows were opened to change the air, Isabella waited patiently for the wet nurses to be done, and once they were excused, she recovered Pierre and put him back inside his crib.

"Coochie-coochie-coo," Isabella cooed, her fingers tracing lazy circles over Pierre's cheeks. "He has your eyes."

"Indeed," I acquiesced. "But I think that's your father's chin right there-"

"My nose," Isabella said with a bright smile. "Makes him all the prettier. I am sure I will have no problems finding him a suitable marriage partner. He will probably have mistresses-no, my little Pierre will have many lady friends, but will always stay faithful to his beloved, just like my Henry does with me."

Isabella moved a hand to grab a nearby toy, a plush horse of sorts, and then plopped it down near the baby's arms. "There you go-play with the horsie, Pierre-play with the cute little horsie-"

"I don't think he's going to do much more than stare at it, Isabella," I remarked from her side.

Isabella stared at me affronted as if I had just told her that no, she couldn't have both moons, and then she put the horse back in a corner of the crib. She glanced at her desk. She glanced at Pierre. She bit her lower lip.

"I'll take care of him," I acquiesced, "You go manage the affairs of the kingdom of Gallia, dear."

"Thank you," and with a quick kiss to the side of my cheek, she went off to her desk while I simply sat down and engaged in a staring contest with my son.

Needless to say, winning against a toddler wasn't much satisfying.

Losing against him at a staring contest though...

...strangely made me feel proud.
 
Henry will need that nuke, won't he?

And ... can't be the uber-windstones under Halkigenia drained of mana like normal windstones from use with some sort of ritual? That would be a good contingency plan, I believe.
 
Fun fact:

It is explicitly stated that if it hadn't been for Joseph's showing of Void+Firestone, the Elves themselves wouldn't have even known firestones exploded that fiercely when unleashed. In their words, 'for six thousand years we never thought to use firestones that way'.

So...Nope~
Er, yes. It was mention in the back of the basic thread and by Big Boss herself that the elves knew about that reaction.
Firestones are not their nuke equilvents and they also already know what happens if you destabilize a firestone.
 
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