Interlude: Court PainterAdolph Hitler was not having a good day. Which wasn't unusual, considering his occupation. Granted, his occupation paid the bills and they paid very well. Being the personal painter of Empress Louise would do that. His wallet and his bank account were stuffed full. For the first time in his life, his wallet was fat. Very fat.Not only did he live in the capital of one of the most powerful empires on the planet. It controlled lands all over the world, and on every continent. The apartment he could afford because of her patronage was a penthouse, one of the largest in the city. It was in one of the tallest buildings in the city and even overlooked the palace walls. Coming up from his small little Austrian town, this was more than Adolph could have ever dreamed of.He made more than enough to move his family out of Prussia. That was something he had to do. He didn't have a choice. The State Socialist Party had taken over the country and if they found out that he
Euphemia ArcTrue to her word, Rachel Edgecombe began work right away. Some might say she began work too soon. Right after we concluded our arrangement, she asked for a car. "You need a car?""To take me to where ever your intelligence forces have set up. Once I assume command of the operation, I will arrange for my own transportation, but when I answered your call, I wasn't aware that I would be staying for the long term. Arranges will have to be made."I called a car for her and Rachel Edgecombe went on her way. I sighed the documents allowing her guards and the rest of her staff access to the colony. Godfrey came in when Rachel left, closing the door behind him. I finished signing the documents and uploaded the new orders."I don't trust her.""You're a naturally suspicious man." In his line of work, that was important. If you were assigned to guard someone, you would have to be suspicious.Godfrey eyed the door as if he could still see Rachel Edgecombe walking through it. "She has
Calixte ArcIt was her. I was sure of it. That voice was burned into my mind. I would remember it until the day I die. The fighter that almost killed me. She wasn't a born Florentinian, but a mercenary. An Irish mercenary if our information was correct. Emer Gallagher was hands down the best pilot that I had ever had the misfortune of meeting in open-air combat."Hello again, Prince Calixte!" Emer said cheerfully. I didn't know if the Irish were called Irish in the world, Britain was named Britannia, but she spoke with a thick Irish accent. It was the kind of accent that would have had me on my knees in my last life, but with that voice, it only struck fear in my heart.Emer Gallagher almost killed me the last time we met. If the war hadn't ended and she hadn't been forced to withdraw, she would have shot me out of the sky. "Ms. Gallagher."She turned her plane and started firing. My warplane would have been torn to shreds if my shields hadn't flared to life. I knew she was hiding man
Calixte ArcI wanted to keep her talking, but it was going difficult Emer Gallagher trying to kill me. I knew from my time in Morocco that she was far too skilled in air combat to take things lightly on her. She appeared through one of the fluffy white clouds, directly on my left. I turned my controller down and my plane sailed below her bullets. Some of them were glowing like a rainbow, but they were drowned out in a wave of bullets."What's wrong, Prince Calixte?" Emer called over the radio. It sounded like she was giggling and that made my blood boil. She was laughing at me, that bitch. "Where are you going? Don't leave, we're just starting to dance!"She angled her plane down and my shields flared to protect me from the rail of bullets. I pumped my mana into the front of the shields, counting on my high reserves to get me through. Then I turned my plane upwards, her bullets deflecting harmlessly off my shields. Though as each bullet made contact, a small amount of my mana was ripp
Calixte ArcMy shields flared to life as her gunfire struck me. However, unlike before, when she entered the cloud, she didn't know where I was. So when my shields came to life, I changed the system from the A1 over to the main system and unleashed the enchanted forest.Three enchanted bullets later and her shields had shattered. Emer seemed to know how vulnerable she was because she tried to flee. It was too late, however, as I had my sights on her. She was beautiful and I hated what I had to die, I didn't enjoy killing, but she was going down. Two more enchanted bullets and her engine were blown out.Surprisingly, Emer was laughing over the radio as she fell through the air. "You've gotten a little better, princeling. Not too much, but a little."I snorted, turning my transmitter on. "I'm sorry, would you remind me who doesn't have their engines?" As she fell through the air, I turned my plane down after her."Okay, you have me there." She was laughing. Still laughing. It pissed me
Euphemia Arc"You couldn't have found... Someplace bigger?" my mother asked. The room was bigger than some of the apartment suites in the city, but of course, she wanted something bigger. I shouldn't be surprised, she was an empress."I'm sorry, mother, this is the biggest guest room we have," I told her. One of my Imperial Guards shook his head and while I agreed with him, this wasn't the place to shake his head. So I glared at him and when he caught sight of my look, he looked away.My mother sighed. "Yes, well... I suppose I must make do.""Empress Louis, the room you were given at Victoria's estate was smaller than this," Adolph Hitler spoke quietly. "Perhaps-""Victoria's so-called estate used to belong to the Roslachnian communist scum," my mother cut him off. She didn't even bother looking at him. "She had to make do with what she had. This is different.""It was built by the Egyptians?" Adolph Hitler offered. I smiled at the man, it was kind of him to try, but my mother's temp
Euphemia Arc"So what do you plan to do?" I asked, looking up from Informant Alpha's profile. "Are you going to act on your informant's information?""Not immediately," Director Edgecombe said. She flipped the papers over until the one at the bottom was now at the top.Godfrey frowned. "You're not going to take action?""No. We could raid Your Light, taking Lady Anne into custody. That is a possibility, but what would that accomplish? In the short term, we might gather valuable information and I think it pales in comparison to what we might gather long term."Your Light is a heavy depot for the New Guinean Liberation Front and I do plan on raiding it, just not yet. That might compromise Informant Alpha. Thank about it from their perspective. They get raided a day or two after Informant Alpha appears? No, that's suspicious. There's coincidence and happenstance. Then there's enemy action, which they would have to be fools not to tribute to Informant Alpha."So I am going to have Informa
Euphemia Arc"We interrupt today's standard broadcast to bring you an important news bulletin!" the radio host announced. The spoon froze an inch from my lips and my eyes flickered over at the large radio hanging on the wall. My mother was frowning at it, adjusting her head so she could glare at it and me. I pointedly ignored her. From his spot on the wall, I could see Godfrey shaking his head. "At 10:31 today, a bomb went off in the bathroom of Bayard First Nation Bank. The Bayard Bank services the entirety of the Tyché colony, competing against such juggernauts as the Bank of Aquitaine."The bombing took place at the Bayard Headquarters and the building had to be evacuated by police. As of yet, we do not know who is responsible or the motive behind the attack, but I could tell you, dear listener, that the angry patrons who must wait-"My mother clicked the radio off. Now it was my turn to glare at her. Louise Arc didn't seem to care that her youngest daughter was glaring at her and