Seraphina Crisisbane was taken aback for a moment by Romeo's bold proclamation. Her eyes narrowed as she processed his words. Upon recalling Romeo's life of disdain, impoverishment, and the poor treatment he received from her boss, Mrs. Davidson, together with his in-laws, the idea that Romeo could wield any real power or confidence seemed laughable.She let out a derisive laugh, loud enough for the entire room to hear, and then spoke with a biting sarcasm. “Romeo Stewart, to be honest, you sound powerful and influential? That’s rich! But let’s not forget who you really are—a washed-up ex-son-in-law, desperately trying to claw your way out of the gutter.”The elite guests around them erupted into laughter, with their amusement echoing through the grand hall. Seraphina’s mocking smile widened as she continued. “It seems the only thing you’ve succeeded in today is providing us all with a bit of comic relief.”With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turned to the protocol officers stand
"Drain Seraphina Crisisbane's account and show the whole world who she really is." He ordered.Meanwhile, Seraphina Crisisbane stood tall at the podium, as her eyes shone with determination. "Distinguished guests, tonight marks the beginning of a monumental journey. The devastation we've faced is unprecedented, but so too is our resolve. We are the lifeblood of Yilaburg, and it falls upon us to rebuild what was lost. Our infrastructure lies in ruins, but our spirit is unbroken."She paused, letting her words resonate through the grand hall. "We must rise above the challenges, pooling our resources and expertise. Our efforts here tonight will inspire others to join our cause, to believe in a system where the capable lead and the deserving thrive. An oligarchy where we, the elites, can bring prosperity and stability back to our beloved state."The applause was thunderous, echoing her sentiment. Romeo, now outside the hall, listened intently through a covert audio feed. He smiled, reali
The second assistant shivered uncontrollably, as his face was a mask of terror. "Ma…ma…the…the screen…scre…scr…screen shows your…" he stammered, unable to get the words out.Seraphina Crisisbane's eyes narrowed, and without warning, she slapped him across the face. "Speak up!" she demanded, with a voice which was a harsh whisper.The assistant's eyes filled with tears, but still, no words came. He stood frozen, and his fear paralyzed him. Seraphina's patience snapped, and she slapped him again, harder this time. "Tell me what it says!"But the second assistant remained speechless, as his mouth was opening and closing wordlessly like a fish out of water. His silence only fueled Seraphina's anger, and she turned away from him in disgust. With her heart pounding, she marched back to the stage, with a mind that was racing with questions. As she re-entered the grand hall, she was met with a sea of judgemental glares. The earlier applause and admiration had turned into cold, piercing s
Two weeks later, General Romeo Stormbreaker sat inside a black G-Wagon, his expression was a mask of stern resolve. The vehicle was part of a full convoy of armed soldiers in military jeeps and gun trucks, a show of strength that bristled with military might.The convoy arrived at an opulent building, its façade guarded by men in dark uniforms. The Harte Boer flag, a symbol of their rebellion, was mounted on every elevation of the structure, fluttering defiantly in the breeze.Now inside the opulent compound, General Stormbreaker exited his vehicle, flanked by his military chiefs. His men quickly took up strategic positions around the building, their faces hard and alert. The hostility in the air was noticeable, as Romeo and his men sides knew they were in the territory of a fierce enemy.The soldiers of Harte Boer glared at Stormbreaker's men with undisguised malice, their hands never straying far from their weapons. Tension crackled between the rival belligerents, as each side
David Gautman’s smirk turned into a wide, arrogant grin. He leaned forward, with a voice that was dripping with condescension. "Romeo, you truly believe your Mondosh army is a match for us? Let me enlighten you about the reality you’re too proud to see."Romeo’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent, letting Gautman continue."Your forces in Yilaburg," Gautman began, "they're nothing more than a ragtag assembly of poorly trained conscripts. My Harte Boers, on the other hand, are seasoned warriors. We've been preparing for this fight long before you even dreamed of wearing a uniform."He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing with a cold, mocking tone. "You talk about peace and equity, but your so-called army couldn't even protect your own citizens. We infiltrated Yilaburg with laughable ease. Your intelligence network is a joke, General Stormbreaker. My men walked right through your defenses, undetected and unchallenged."Gautman’s generals chuckled darkly, and the sound
Romeo turned to Major Tristan. "Major Tristan, get me the radio phone."Major Tristan quickly retrieved a radio phone from his pocket and handed it to Romeo with a sharp salute. Romeo took it, dialing a number with swift, precise movements. The room was was thick with anticipation as every eye was on him.The line connected, and Romeo spoke with a commanding tone, "Hello, Lieutenant General Thompson."A clear, respectful voice responded, "Hello, my prince.""Are you and your men in position?" Romeo inquired."Yes my prince, we are at Port Staßheim and we await your order."David Gautman's eyes widened in shock, with his smug expression dissolving into one of genuine alarm. He had not anticipated this move, nor the strategic positioning of Romeo’s forces.Romeo’s voice was cold and decisive as he delivered the command, "Sink all shipments that contain the Harte Boer food supply and kill the Harte Boer fighters. No survivors."The weight of his words caused great tension among the Har
Romeo stepped out of a modest, gray vehicle, and his appearance was a blend of practical functionality and unremarkable simplicity.He wore a simple, navy blue jacket over a plain black shirt, paired with basic black shoes. And unlike his counter ego, his demeanor failed to exuded authority.His attire was devoid of any flashy insignias or decorations, marking him as a man of action rather than display.As he scanned the bustling Efflsburg port, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of numerous shipments lined up along the docks. Massive crates and containers were being unloaded with military precision, their contents unmistakably the sophisticated equipment required for the impending war effort. His calculated mind noted the efficiency and scale of the operation, and it was a silent confirmation that the preparations were progressing as planned.Without a moment's hesitation, Romeo strode purposefully towards the opulent building at the edge of the port, where the final purchase a
The military personnel were still reeling from the shock when Colonel Glenn Finch, whose voice was now trembling with uncertainty, asked, "Who...who are you?""That is none of your business at this moment, Colonel," Romeo replied with an unyielding tone. "Hand over the documents to me. I have provided you with the code that proves I am the legitimate buyer of these weapons. Knowing my identity will not change anything."Colonel Glenn Finch's face contorted with defiance, but before he could muster a retort, a small, focused light appeared on his forehead. It was the unmistakable red dot of a sniper's laser sight, originating from a hidden vantage point afar. Finch's bravado melted away immediately, replaced by sheer panic.The Colonel froze, his eyes darting wildly as he attempted to locate the sniper. Romeo, noticing Finch's futile efforts, spoke calmly, "Don't bother flinching because if you do, you'll be dead in no time."Sweat beaded on Finch's forehead as he struggled to maintai