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The United Provinces | Capital City of Rosaheit | Rose Palace

In the grandeur throne room of the Rose Palace, located in the center of Rosaheit, an elderly figure with ashen grey hair wearing a regal outfit with a similar color scheme to the Alussian flag barring the orange which was replaced with a burgundy color. He read through piles of paper stacked on the side table next to his throne with a bored face as he nonchalantly dismissed most of them save for the ones he found mildly interesting.

Standing stone still beside him was a young red-haired gent in a white and blue royal guard's uniform whose purpose was none other than to be the Lord-Protector's final line of defense before his eventual death to any would-be attackers. The Lord was a liberal one and allowed him some freedom of movement which he used to fix his uniform or glance to his wristwatch.

The throne room was fairly quiet save for the light talks of the other nobles present who were gathered around the few clothed tables to the side of the room to the sides. They each wore uniforms befitting of Georgian to Victorian outfits with calming color schemes as Alussian culture wasn't fond of "hip" color schemes. The latest talks were mostly those within the country, specifically their managing against non-human rebellions plaguing the southern isles. There were a few who talked about the happenings of the outside world such as the ongoing conflicts between superpowers or the emergence of underground cultists.

They were fairly aloof to the occurrences outside their country and only cared for their well-being, as such, they never worried about anything as they believed that Alussia was simply too unimportant in the bigger picture. Who would spend time invading their relatively small country anyway?

"Hah... The issues are always the same every day. Some non-human barbarians try to incite a revolt in some nowhere village and get crushed by the local garrisons. I'm old yet I feel like I've barely done anything for all 40 years of my reign as Lord-Protector," the Lord said as he stretched on his throne.

"Perhaps you could spend some time with your children, Lord Wilhelm. I'm certain Lady Remille would be glad for you to spend time with her, so would Lord Norwal. They're still fairly young and they'll need the company of their parents," responded Wilhelm's royal guard.

"Speaking of Remille, what has she been up to lately? Last I've heard from her was that she was cracking down on fleeing non-humans in the south."

"Lady Remille has commissioned for the construction of a death camp in the Luxaria region. A famine might soon break out in that region so she's opted to culling the local non-human populations while the Ministry of Humanitarian Aid transports food to the humans and prevent unneeded deaths," explained the guard.

"Ah, no wonder I read a report of a large loan taken from the National Bank. I guess the south is in deep waters if they're going for the extermination process now, eh?"

"Yes. Food production has dropped significantly in the deep south and a few nobles are providing aid for the human populace. Might I add, Lady Remille has begun a petition to genocide the non-humans in the south so we can settle humans in the region and give the farmlands of non-humans to our trusted companies. Halden Company currently has the highest bid on the farmlands."

Wilhelm nodded as he looked back on Remille. The elder princess of Alussia and a candidate for the position of Lord-Protector upon his death. Wilhelm would mark her as a radical as she sought the complete extermination of non-humans in the country - not even enslaving them, only the complete obliteration of them and their culture. She's vastly different from his other sons and daughters who either wanted to keep the status quo or begin a path to peace with the non-humans. Lord Norwal, for example. He's the few who want to improve relations between humans and non-humans and end the centuries-long racial conflict in the country.

Wilhelm worried for the well-being of the country. The human supremacists were still the majority but there was that single speck of reformists slowly growing in the public. He'd crush them if he could but they were humans and he didn't want to kill his people without rhyme or reason. If Remille become Lady-Protector then she might spark the growth of the Reformists and split the country.

Wilhelm sighed, "I'm getting too old for this sh**."

It did disturb him how nonchalant Remille was when it came to slaughter. He could vividly remember that one village that Remille had burned down. How she impaled every non-human; newborn to frail old, man to woman, it didn't matter to her and it didn't bother her. Such a being worse than a demon lying behind that sweet face of hers that gave the most beautiful light smiles to many.

"Oh well," Wilhelm stood up from his throne, gaining the sudden attention of everyone in the room. "I can't keep worrying for that demoness or my other sons lest I lose more years from my life. Come, Johann, I need someone to accompany while I take a stroll in the garden."

"I would be honored, Lord Wilhelm," Johann bowed.

The duo walked out of the throne room with Wilhelm forcing the negative thoughts from his mind as he appreciated the botanical paradise of the Rose Palace. He enjoyed the mixing aromas of various flowers that permeated in his back garden, he especially liked the flowers from the outside world, specifically those from Koya.

"The sun is so fresh."