Aleonia, Capital of Aleonia

              – 7 days after the departure of the FIDELIUS group.

The situation intensified in the capital of Aleonia. Infantry soldiers everywhere, surrounding the great gates that protected the great city of Amethyst, a historical symbol of those who fought to protect the people. At the royal court, messengers constantly addressed his majesty, the Voros monarch Harlley Aleonia, who had reigned over the country for more than 17 years.

“Excuse me, your majesty–!”

“...What do you wish, Raeligh of Maltaron?”

"Yes. I have information… of the advances of the troops advancing from Balterlutt.”

“Humm… Proceed.”

The messenger by the name of Raeligh addressed his majesty, providing him with information about the Galèsian armadas that continued to take important territories in the central siege of Aleonia.

“Thumm–!” Voros slammed his fist against the arm of his throne expressing his frustration.

“Disgrace you– Ludwig!”

“Using people..! People-! For your dirty purposes!”

“Your Majesty…” Raeligh and those who were in the hall with his majesty observed the great anger of their monarch upon the informant’s statements.

After a great session of tragic hearings under the dominions of Aleonia. Raeligh leaves the audience and returns to his post, walking through the corridors of Alviberto's great palace.

“Huff…” – Raeligh would sigh.

“Was the hearing tough, man?”

"What?"

The person who addresses Raeligh is his longtime colleague at court, Tiuroreisen, a man of short stature in relation to Raeligh, redheaded and with dark brown eyes. They both decide to go to Aleonia's intelligence and information team department.

“Tiuro.”

"What is it?"

“When will this all end? I mean– this war, all this senseless commotion? Does this all have a convincing reason?”

“...I wanted to know too, Ray.”

“All this shit is driving me crazy… I haven’t slept properly in two months. I have had a lot of problems with my wife and daughter because of these jobs.”

Both talked about the lack of peace in their lives as they walked through the halls of the palace. Raeligh assumed the nickname Leader of the Intelligence and Information division of Aleonia, while Tiuroreisen commanded the first line of infantry soldiers in the capital. Both had great responsibilities, and because of that they could barely breathe easy due to the constant coming attacks.

Arriving in the city, Raeligh and Tiuro come across a large mass of horsemen returning through the front gates.

“Those are–” said Raeligh in surprise.

"Yes. Our biggest line of defense in the country, The Èrasus squadron.” replied Tiuro.

The country's front line, The powerful Èrasus squadron. There resided the most powerful knights in the entire country, handpicked by the crown, led by squadron general Faulhault Clayserfelt, the most powerful knight of Aleonia's current generation. A man with long, dark hair, with a neutral face, without expressing any reaction, which leaves his opponents completely confused.

“I had never seen them up close.” says Raeligh, perplexed by the knights' mastery of returning with few casualties.

“Faulhault Clayserfelt… the genius of the sword. It even looks like this monster was created by training swordsmanship in his mother’s belly.”

The squadron returned to the battalion to prepare for their general's next orders.

“General Faulhault, what is the situation?” asked his disciple, one of Faulhault's close soldiers.

“Apparently… Your highness summons my presence at court again.”

“Lunis, return with your companions to the battalion and wait for the sergeant’s second order.”

"Yes sir."

So Faulhault went to court, where he was called. Arriving in the room, he knelt as a sign of reverence to his highness.

“Faulhault Clayserfelt, I hear from the people that you have once again accomplished unimaginable feats.” declared the monarch, praising Faulhault's achievements.

“I thank you for your generous words, Your Highness.”

“Hmm… I also heard from my main informant that Balterlutt was taken by the Galèsia fleet, and this makes me uncomfortable.”

“Seeing those rotten insects, crawling across my lands–!”

“Well… How is the situation in the Hault region?”

“Hault stands firm and glorious, without casualties from any other types of atrocities, Your Highness.”

Faulhault continued to give constant reports about his battles and travels in the nearby lands. The monarch was happy with the good news from the squadron general.

“Faulhault, my general. I require you for a new mission.”

“I am available for all situations, Your Majesty.”

The Monarch had requested that Faulhault and his troops proceed to the borders of Balterlutt, in 10 days, to eliminate the oppressive soldiers. Faulhault accepted without even questioning the short time for rest and relocation of supplies.

“Furthermore, Faulhault, my general.”

"Grace had asked me to see you when I returned to the capital."

And so, Faulhault withdrew from the room by the permission of the Voros monarch, and headed towards Grace's chambers.

“Knock–! Knock–!” Faulhault knocks twice on the door.

"Who is it?"

Upon hearing the voice, Faulhault knelt in reverence.

“I'm here, your highness. Your majesty told me that you had requested me–”

Suddenly, the door opens abruptly. Faulhault stands before the presence of the first princess of the kingdom of Aleonia, Grace'liesen Harlley Aleonia, had light brown hair, vibrant blue eyes, fair skin like her father's and wore an overly ornate jade green dress.

“Come in my knight~.”

So Faulhault headed inside Grace's chambers. The general's presence made Grace very happy, she covered him with hugs and kind words.

“Your Highness, I am glad that my presence here pleased you.”

"... You took so long."

Grace expressed frustration over Faulhault's excessive absence.

“I beg your pardon, your highness–”

“I told you to call me Grace when we’re alone.”

“...Okay, Grace.”

Faulhault had asked Grace about the reason for her request. Grace replied that the reason was not very personal, and that there were matters to be discussed.

“So, how was it on the battlefield?”

“There were many soldiers from Galèsia on the front line, vanguard and snipers. All very well instructed and ready for combat.”

“I understand, but still–” Grace grabs Faulhault’s arm.

“None of them were a match for my knight~”

The Princess had directed her voice to Faulhault's ears. Even though he felt tempted by Grace's purposeful advances, however, he made an effort to maintain his composure, without making any mistakes.

“Humm… I have been talking to His Majesty regarding… confidential matters.”

“My dear daddy told me that we are not far from finding what our nation longs for.”

“What are you referring to, Your Highness–, I mean, Grace?”

“Hmm~... Of course I mean the ancient writings, the epitome of this whole chaotic scenario.”

Grace told Faulhault, without weighing her conscience, matters of extreme importance that she had learned from her father, the monarch Voros.

“And once we get them all–! we will get rid of all these cockroaches that consume our lands.”

"Princess…"

The knight watched in astonishment at the way Grace acted in his presence. Grace had always been a respectful and cordial daughter, keeping her goals and duties first, receiving merits from His Majesty.

Compared to her younger sister, Grace represents the example of how modest a maiden can be. A beautiful and intelligent woman, in the prime of her years.

“Well… I wish I could have spent more time with you, Faulhy. However, I am aware that you have other things to deal with, so I will release you~.”

“I wish you all the luck in this world in your next missions.”

“And next time, don’t delay, it’s okay… my knight~?”

Faulhault nods to Grace's words and leaves her room. Grace, inside her rooms, begins to talk to herself.

“Yes… I have to try as hard as I can… so I can end this once and for all–”

“And so, and so–”

“Take this entire kingdom for myself… once and for all…!”

“For this to happen… I need my knight by my side…”

Grace takes her scarf, given to Faulhault for his recent trip, and throws herself onto her bed, placing it over her breasts.

“My faulhault… my beloved Faulhy…”

“My faulhy…!”

…

Returning to the imperial court, the monarch had gathered his lords, servants and other palace employees to announce a celebration in honor of the deeds of the Èrasus squadron and its general Faulhault.

“I come to announce that within 3 days, we will have a celebration of our victory on the plains of Hault, expelling the soldiers from Galèsia.”

After Voros's brief announcement, and the dispersion of all those summoned, the king had sat again on his throne, reflecting on progress, then, an astrologer had approached him, telling him the news.

“My lord, I come to bring you the news dictated by the stars of Oryonn’s belt.”

“Humm… say astrologer.”

“According to the position of the stars Zephyr, Ameto and Caleb ascending to the Moon of Belda…”

“–Our empire will fall into ruins”

"What-!"

Voros was astonished and furious at the astrologer's statement. He insisted on these statements and replied to them to the monarch. Voros asked for time to reflect on the statement made by his trusted astrologer, dismissing everyone in the room.

“Impossible… but he never made a wrong prediction…”

“What will happen from now on..?”

“I have to be cautious”