Chapter IVI was ten years old and the world was changing. Given that it seemingly followed the fantasy troupe of staying at one technical level for hundreds of years, it was easy to forget that the world continued to spin. Things changed and moved forward.The Greater Prussian Reich declared that it would no longer abide by the Treaty of Marsailles and after years of a secret military build-up, it had the power to enforce that decision. King Richard VI of Britannia, after a session of parliament, announced that the commonwealth would be withdrawing from the treaty. Every other ally followed suit, in hopes of avoiding war.Only Aquitaine threatened war if reparations halted. In a surprising turn, Prussia agreed to continue paying Aquitaine its reparations, but ignored calls from other allies. As far as I could guess, only Aquitaine had the will to go to war and Prussia didn't want war.Not yet at least. If I was a betting man, I'd put all my chips on Prussia stopping those reparations

Chapter VI Part OneMorocco was hot. The part of the Dukedom I was in was mostly desert, so that was obvious. What wasn't obvious was how fucking hot it was. In my first life, I hadn't spent very much time in hotter climates. I avoided them as much as possible. Where I was born, it had been more temperament. Aquroya could get freezing in the winter, but it was never this hot. Neither of my lives had prepared me for Morocco.I missed Godfrey and Dahlia, but my mother was right; I couldn't have taken them with me. Henri would assign them to Euphy. They'd be more useful in her service than mine.Since coming to Morocco, my life has been shaped into three different parts; basic training. Officer training. And flight training.Basic training was the worst part. I got woken up every morning at 0600 for a mile run before the sun came up. Then it was off to shower and a breakfast of military rations. After which we trained all morning, everything from learning how to dig a trench to the prope

Chapter VII Part One"What? Did you get a real meal? Real food?" Rolo complained, jabbing his fork in my direction. "How is that fair? I'm eating mystery meat out of a can."I sighed. Why did I tell anyone about the general's invitation? Because they'd find out sooner or later, with the balding old man inviting me to eat with him every day. I still hadn't figured out a way to decline without offending him."Fair?" Alphonse said back. "You're supposed to be a knight. War is never fair.""You know what I mean.""I'm afraid I do not."Alphonse and Rolo had a history that I had been unaware of. Port Royale was the colonial capital of Acadia. House Chevalier and House Morel both lived there. Of course, they would know each other."Alright, that's enough," Bian interrupted. Both of them stopped. She pulled a chunk of meat out of her tin and shook her head. "It might not be fair, but that's the nature of Calixte's status. He can't help being born a prince anymore than any of us can help bein

Louise Empress Louise was not a patient person by nature. The only person she had even been patient with was Francois, and that was not by choice. He was the only one with a higher station than her in the whole empire, so she couldn't command him to do anything.Everyone but Francois's children and that other bitch he took to bed was fair game though. Which was why the artist being late was unacceptable. Her time was more valuable than his, frankly, and the longer she was made to wait, the more irritable she became.As a Prussian artist in Aquroya, he should be down worshiping at her feet for the patronage she's shown him. The Great War was still fresh in the people's minds and the Aquitese hadn't forgiven Prussia for what they did. If it wasn't for her, he would have to go back to Vienna.Of course, being a Prussian in Vienna was hardly better than being a Prussian in Aquitaine. Prussia had led Vienna to defeat in the Great War, and the Austro-Hungarian-Reimanian empire had barely h

Euphemia IThe headline read: "Florentine Colony of South Morocco declares war!"Below it, in much smaller print, were the words: 'Emperor Francois charges War Group Victorian with the defense of Morocco. Aquroya and Reim agree the matter is a colonial incident - war averted.'My driver looked back at me from the mirror. "Are you alright, your highness?""Yes. I'm just nervous," I said. It was only half a lie."What's there to be nervous about? Prince Henri is your brother.""When my brother calls on me, it's always to his estate or a cafe.""I see."Did she? Maybe she did. I turned my attention back to the newspaper. Calixte and Victoria were in Morocco. The defense of the colony would be left to them. I had faith in my sister's command, but Calixte was untested. Sure, he had an unnatural reserve of mana, but what did my fourteen-year-old brother know about war? We had only debuted a few months ago.He was going to be a mounted knight, flying a warplane, but that just put him in the