"Lord Gracius, we are-"

"Just call me Gracius, Alard. We're on the same hierarchy here. Same to you, Helyas."

"I would disagree, as moving from one country to another affect your power and respect, but why don't we move on? We do have something quite urgent to discuss," Alard replied.

The two envoys were actually representatives of the kingdom of Welisia, the one that would be Canada on Earth. Alard being the Lord of the town of Grarol and Helyas being the Mayor of the city of Herard, both being quite close to the border of the two nations.

Gracius graciously offered them seats in the meeting room as the staff served some chamomile tea together with some toast and butter.

"Now, where were we?" Alard began. "Oh, I'm very sorry to interrupt your daily routine or work, but a few days ago...

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The demon snapped his hands and suddenly I felt woozy as my surroundings shifted and suddenly we're in the forest again. The feeling subsided significantly but I was still a bit nauseous.

Then, a wave off fear nearly double that he did in the mansion came over me and I instinctively took a few quick steps back.

Upon seeing me taking a few steps back, the demon smiled.

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Never have I seen a creature, so small and weak, yet so brave. It is going to be so fun scaring him, chasing him through the forest, holding him up in the air, slowly cutting each and every limb as he begs for mercy until the life drains out of his slitted eyes.

"I believe we haven't properly introduced ourselves. My name is Firaun, a direct servant to the king of Rushya, the greatest assassin of all demon-kind, and you?" Not skipping a beat, I continued, "Actually, no need. I don't need to know my prey. I just wanted to give you the honour of knowing someone great before you die."

Transforming into my true form in mere seconds, 4 wings sprouted from my back, two long horns appeared on my head, and claws replaced the filthy nails on both my hands and feet. My skin turned crimson, and as soon as I finished, I spread out a wave of flames, creating an explosion that burn the leaves of trees in 10-metre radius, enough to just nip at the nails of the dragon.

"RUN, WEAKLING. RUN!" I shouted as I cackled, lifting my head up into the air as I hovered above the ground.

"HAHAHAHAHAH-ckslkcslk-"

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Short story short, I got annoyed when "Firaun" waved me off like I was nothing at the mansion, I got mad when he disallowed me from introducing myself, got furious at the reasoning, and snapped when he called me a weakling.

I'm sure I'm still considered a weakling to the top-level inhabitants of this world, but my patience was already on its thinnest, so snapping, I did.

I was controlled by my hatred towards this red-skinned bitch, and the first thing I noticed is how long and exposed that neck was when he started laughing. So, I did what I did. A water slash to the neck seems deadly, but it surprisingly didn't decapitate him, but he stopped his laughing and made a choking sound as black smoke started to spew out of his neck.

I didn't stop right there, the moment I saw the head didn't fly off, a dozen more slashes followed. It only took a few seconds before his body was sprawled out on the ground, unmoving. Black smoke billowed out of every open injury, but mostly out of his neck, which still surprisingly didn't get cut halfway after 3 slashes.

I smirked in my victory, planning to incinerate his body into hell when my rational mind slowly took over again and told me I shouldn't make a fire in the middle of the forest, because deforestation is illegal. But then, a hot stick fell right on top of me as I gasped, reminding me...

SHIT, THE FOREST IS ON FLAMES!

Which then I proceeded to spend a minute or two using water magic to put out all the fire and any ember that can start another.

As I was going to finish the job by extinguishing a black smoke rising into the air, I saw that it was where the body of Firaun was supposed to be. But the only thing left was his head, which was fully intact, and a red orb.

Red?! If I absorb that, would it be bad for me? Will I mentally change or something?

After another minute of contemplation, I decided to absorb it, as it should be a strong orb based on its past owner and I don't want any other creature to have it and create havoc for the town or me.

I touched it, and-

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"... Some of the strongest demons our nation recognized took a... visit... and announced war with our nation on behalf of theirs. We can't ask help from Bermuda nor the Union because they are extremely busy with Mongolia for now. I know the timing is perfectly putrid, so that's why I'm here."

"You're here to seek alliance from our nation, aren't you?" Gracius assumed with a grave tone.

"... Yes...Gracius, you have to understand that-" Alard pleaded, but got cut off by Lord Gracius.

"There is a high chance that without help, the kingdom of Welisia would lose to Rushya. If your nation is being colonized, that grants Rushya more land, more troops, more power, also risking the kingdom of Altidore to be colonized too. Two kingdoms, gone, in a flash."

The room was silent for a few seconds, everyone letting the horrible truth sink in.

Gracius then continued, "The demons are on the move and we can't let them slip past us and stab us in the back. I highly agree with this course of action, but please allow at most a few weeks for the whole nation to make a choice. I'll be going as soon as possible to relay this information. Although, I'm sure that not everyone would trust you two in a flash, what proof of this event do you have?"

Alard and Helyas looked at each other, "Visit a town of ours! he whole country is in nigh-panic situations! Civilians are being trained daily just in case the army isn't enough!" Helyas said with visible distress.

"Noted, I'll be preparing to travel tomorrow. I've organized you two and your driver rooms in the inn in the centre of town for two nights. If we could go our paths, men?"

Alard kneeled on one knee, "Thank you, Lord Gracius. This is the best outcome we've imagined. I'm extremely grateful to see you."

Gracius grabbed his hand and pulled him back up, "I have my own vision for the future of this world. Most would say it's impossible or childish, but with the right people and the effort, it is possible. Ever imagined every country in peace with each other?"

He chuckled for a second before continuing, "Of course, I won't live long enough for such an era, but things like this, what we're doing, are steps to such a world which I will never let myself ignore."

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