I didn’t get any more sleep that night but I also didn’t have an assassin barge into my room in the depth of night either. A win still.The moment the sun arose I went on to properly clean myself…by myself. I’d no doubt been cleaned by some nurse the past two weeks, it felt right to have control and privacy again. Once I’d finished up with my grooming, I prepped the ruthless appetite I’d developed to be satiated. I’d already sent a message to the kitchen to begin preparing my meal while I was in the bathroom, I didn’t want to wait any longer to come down on a fat piece of chicken.Although I could have demanded a meal at any time during the night as well as taken a bath without having the sun come up. I was admittedly quite paranoid about what I’d been shown by the…information bank?- I really needed a new name for it- despite having the power to paralyze any aspiring assassin, I still wasn’t entirely sure of myself. There still stood a chance I’d become schizophrenic and couldn’t diff

It was a rogue idea. But an idea nonetheless, one that could possibly be our only salvation as well.Matthias and Luciano certainly didn’t understand what was to come of flying the highest altitudes possible in a military aircraft over much of the country. I could see the gears turning in their heads as they tried to decipher my intents.It didn’t take long to have an aircraft scrambled for my little experiment, a single direct order from the highest ranking official in the country easily got many men in the air force to get a sweat on.I made sure to ask for the highest flying transport we had available for use. I was expecting a chopper but I was presented with an;“Airbus A400M, sir.” One of the pilots said to me. He was dressed in a very military fashion, one I’d become accustom to seeing especially with Luciano around me in his uniform all the time.“Equipment’s old but it’ll do the job you need it for, Sir.” He confidently assures me. I squint, despite wearing shade the sun was

President Leopold Marofo of the Republic of Verdantis was one of the biggest challenges my father had ever faced, before and after the formation of Schelar. He was also the reason I was currently President and with my new position, he became one of my biggest problems as well.This is why it gladdened me to have this recorded and sent right to his mail. Gaylord Ralefy had bravely sold out his country to Leopold. Many of the men, militia that resisted us during the raid were Verdantians soldiers in poor disguise. I intended to teach them both a valuable lesson.Still, the unfortunate Ralefy who’d found himself caught in something much bigger than he could handle squirmed and begged for mercy.“What about your son, hm? You haven’t mentioned him once in your time here I’m told, strange.” His son was just as pitiful as he was, although, he’d gotten a much better cell and only cried out for food once every twenty minutes, obviously not comprehending the magnitude of his father’s and now hi

“Mister President, it is my honour and privilege to present to you the letter of credence, accrediting me as Ambassador Plenipotentiary and Extraordinary of the Volstovian Federation to the Federal Republic of Schelar.”A lot had taken place between now and the little drama fest with the Chiefs last week. With my administration becoming a lot calmer, optimistic and organized my inauguration had finally been rescheduled for tomorrow.I shake hands with the Volstovian ambassador, smiling and exchanging pleasantries in French, Verdantians and Volstovian. My multilingual tongue easily made an impression on the man as his eyes widened with a bright smile that washed away his nervousness.One of the fruitful things that had taken place within the week was of course, this beautiful arrangement with the Volstovian government. After quashing much of the Chiefs scattered revolutionaries- luckily the fools hadn’t the wit to spread their infection to other parts of the country- I took out the tim

The night was beautiful still.But even as I said goodbye to my guests at the Palace and retired to my quarters, the life I led as President offered me little remise.I’d put on a large fluffy cardigan to protect from the cold and I was now waiting in my office to receive the call I’d been woken up from my slumber for. I didn’t have to wait long as soon, the TV blinked into view the President of Verdantis, Leopold Marofo.Much unlike myself, the President still had on a suit and looked less luxurious than he did the last time we spoke.“President Hasina,” he begun, making no attempt to hide the glower he’d set on me. “I see you are truly in good health. I watched many of the public appearances you pulled off to assuage your people’s concerns of the of your health. What a fine man you are.”I could sense he’d planned an entire monologue for the beginning of the call, I didn’t want to be rude and cut him off midway, plus, I needed some background noise while I actually thought about…Mis