VIIIth Century, year 63, Brumáire. Day 23. In the Austrelia Kingdom.

The door opened slowly, the light coming from outside pierced Urias's silhouette, not allowing the outside light to completely illuminate the dark room.

After opening the door completely, Urias began to walk slowly in a fixed direction, going further into the room, until his steps stopped in front of a simple office table. On top of this table were a lot of equipment, magical accessories and documents. She carefully moved each one aside to make a small space on the table and then picked up a chair, the chair was dusty, she blew lightly on the excess dirt off the chair and set it down on the table.

"Fuuuuu" Urias breathed deeply, and dropped into the chair, she raised her feet above the table.

"Sigh, only the living can suffer from exhaustion" meditated Urias.

That room was his favorite space, it was where his weakness, his sorrows and anger could be comforted.

"They don't call me Urias, the iron lady, because I am a gentle ruler" she whispered vaguely as she tidied her hair.

She was aware that nations with a higher protocol were watching her, she somehow didn't care much for these new eyes looking for each new movement.

"Well, it's not as if just now my actions started to be observed. Isn't it?"

Anyway there was a new ruler, Dero the Mad. This one made the Iron Lady suspicious. He was frighteningly crazy as well as competent. His movements were slow and had a random interval, as if he was waiting for the right opportunity to cause chaos in the mountainous regions

The protocols were a ranking of powers between nations. When a nation appears, like a baby crawling, they are considered as city-states. Its economic, military, mercantile and strategic powers are negligible. After possessing a greater power relevance, the great nations could raise their ranking, or in other words, a nation will always be submitted to the Great Nations at the top of the chain.

Uriah would never accept such subservience, especially if he had to bear the burden of the injustice done to his mother.

"Sigh... I can't remember the last time I was able to rest this well."

Uria had not realized that in the midst of her thoughts she had fallen asleep.

"How many days have I not slept? Five days? Or maybe a week? Tiredness really is a human's weak point."

Her tiredness was justifiable, lately she stopped being a gentle puppy and started showing her teeth, so there were many things she needed to do. One single error and everything could be thrown away.

Around this thought her eyes gradually began to close, and only mutterings came out of her mouth.

"I need to train!"

Urias rose quickly from her chair, preventing laziness from catching up with her and falling asleep again. Standing there drowning in thought was not going to bring any results...

With this posture, Urias left that dark room, locked the door with a magic seal, and headed for the training camp.

After a short walk reaching the training field everyone reveres the majesty in front of them.

"You don't need that, I just came to train"

"Your majesty, training with us?"

"Is there any squadron better ranked than the red squadron? You may come, attack all at once!" Her ferocity lived up to the title she carried. Fearless and skillful, this was Urias the Iron Lady.

Seizing the Opportunity, that the Iron Lady was off guard.

A warrior sword advanced towards Urias' neck, she quickly drew her scimitar blocking the blow and leaping back a step.

"Bravo, It make justice to the red squad, always taking advantage of the best opportunities" smiled Urias lightly.

But just before his retreat could come to an end, another warrior spun his giant sword, seeking to center the blow on his legs. But Urias' agility was incredible, and he promptly parried the blow, the swords clashing violently and the sound of sword clashing echoing around the field.

The training ground only allowed access to noble people, or those who possessed a martial ability above the ordinary, and consistent with this space was the coat of arms of several important families, the one that stood out the most was the Crimson family, the same responsible for the Red Squadron.

The fierce battle between them did not seem like just any training, it was admirable to imagine each blow well executed, you could feel the lightness they possessed in manipulating the sword.

Urias by this point had taken a more defensive position, carefully moving around and blocking only when extremely necessary.

"I have to focus on dodging, I can't lose focus and try to block some attack, If I do that I will be cornered."

The most experienced warrior of the red squadron, Gus, unlike Urias was already showing some fatigue, his strokes were aggressive as Urias' were fast and precise.

"The moment my sword collides again with your scimitar, Your Majesty, it will be the end of you.

Not necessarily the end for Urias.

Gus probably meant that Urias' scimitar couldn't withstand Gus' violent attacks for long, but your majesty didn't even imagine that scenario, so it sounded more like a provocation to his ears.

His scimitar was made of dragonic bones that sword was Urias's pride and joy, made of dragon bone bathed in the blood of a hundred-year-old Ignis

There was few magic that could destroy this scimitar.

In this current scenario there were only four of the original ten warriors left, Gus was one of them. Thus, Urias waited for the four to launch themselves forward, due to a small opening that she had purposely created. But her countrymen didn't fall into her trap, as a result of their tactic not working as expected, the warriors did not allow even a second for Urias to breathe and reposition. The opening that she had created as a bait, was becoming a burden.

"Must stop using these half-assed tactics against well prepared warriors" smiled Urias

The warriors haven't stopped executing simultaneous attacks. But executing simultaneous attacks while the opponent was able to dodge them all, even in a disadvantageous position, caused fatigue and lowered the morale of the warriors, even though they were well trained, they were still humans.

"Well, that's six gone, considering that each of these possess the strength of eighty well-trained and equipped men. It is not to be expected that I would begin to tire too."

"I would not waste your breath with praise if I were your majesty" the warrior misunderstanding totally what Urias was talking. Those whispers were just Urias analyzing the battlefield.

Urias only gave a slight smile after the warrior misunderstanding.

Then the vision of one of the warriors began to blur, the Queen's movements began to become more intense and accelerated, none of the red squadron that had been left found even a flaw in their offensives. Urias struck a blow so powerful that one of the red squad could not even respond adequately to the blow. The queen's swordplay was just like a dance, an extremely violent dance.

"So there are only three left?" Urias asserted. Despite the mocking tone, Your Majesty had been caught off guard, being thrown against the wall by Gus.

"Hahaha, I finally did it!"
The last three remaining were celebrating for finally managing to land some blow. But Gus was completely fatigued, putting his hand on his knees and breathing deeply to catch his breath. The celebration would not last long.

Becaus nobody count the fact that Urias was a terrible loser.

"The voice that whispers in my ears, I call upon you. "

Solstice

Urias had conjured a magical ability, as he finished the conjuration he leaped towards the last remaining warriors, they were celebrating and had barely realized of the serious error they had made.
Solstice was ready to strike them, a small orb of pure mana condensed in his fist, he punched the ground firing a wave of shock, incapacitating them all in a minute. After finish his blow, Urias possessed gracefully.

"That's all for today!"

"As always a baaaad loser" a voice in the background denoted Urias' personality.

It was an female voice referring to majesty without reverence. Which was unusual enough in itself.

Urias smiled and answered vaguely "As always you arrive at the last minute."

"I brought important reports that's made me take so long, but first, are they okay?"

"Well, I took it easy on them, but they will probably spend a few days with their butts hurting."

"I believe they will be honored to know that it wasn't a dream that they put Urias, the Iron Lady against the wall, even though you took it easy."

"Hmpf, pure luck"

"Hahaha that personality of yours will never change. You indeed remain the best swordsman in Haifa."

"Very kind of you. But the question remains, what reports Jess?"

"I believe we should discuss this in a more private space."