World Union of Altaires, Muller Empire....
The atmosphere inside the Grand Assembly Hall of the World Union of Altaires was suffocating. The towering marble pillars and the vast dome ceiling were designed to inspire a sense of unity and grandeur, but today, it felt like a cage—one that had just been forced open to welcome the two most unpredictable men in the world.
The moment Arthur Paulus Wallonia and Chancellor Erich stepped in, an uneasy silence blanketed the room.
Every nation present—Müller, Przesky, Gaion, Balerick, Osteria, Frechen, Murvacia, Vistara, Nagata, and countless others—had their eyes locked on the two men who had turned the balance of power upside down within mere months of their arrival.
The Wallonian delegation, dressed in dark imperial uniforms with golden trims, marched forward, their steps precise and unwavering. One hundred elite guards, clad in futuristic combat gear, lined the entrance, standing motionless yet radiating an undeniable aura of dominance.
Then came the announcement.
A diplomatic official stood up, clearing his throat before speaking into a voice-amplifying crystal.
—"Announcing the arrival of His Imperial Majesty, Arthur Paulus Wallonia, Sovereign of the Wallonian Empire, and His Excellency Chancellor Erich, Chief Executive of the Imperial Government!"
Their voices echoed through the colossal chamber, and with that, the Summon officially began.
At the center of the assembly, a large oval-shaped table stretched across the hall, each seat belonging to a different world leader. A special section was prepared for Arthur and Erich, placed at the far end of the table—isolated yet commanding, a symbol of their uncertain status in this world.
Arthur and Erich exchanged a look before walking towards their designated seats. Arthur sat down first, followed by Erich, both exuding the same level of composure and amusement as if they were spectators at a circus rather than defendants in an international tribunal.
As soon as they settled in, the Müller Empire took the lead in starting the tribunal process.
The Müller Emperor Speaks
Seated at the northern end of the table, Emperor Friedrich IV of Müller, a man of sharp features and regal posture, leaned forward, his hands folded together in an attempt to mask his unease.
"Emperor Arthur. Chancellor Erich." His voice carried the weight of an entire empire. "The World Union of Altaires has summoned you here today to demand an explanation for your recent... actions."
His words were carefully chosen, each syllable carrying both caution and barely restrained irritation.
Arthur tilted his head slightly. "Which actions, specifically?"
A noticeable pause filled the air. The Müller Emperor's expression twitched for a fraction of a second, but he quickly recomposed himself.
"Your unprovoked invasion and occupation of Osteria. The use of weapons of unknown devastation that obliterated its military infrastructure. The subsequent forced installation of a puppet regime. Need I list more?"
Erich smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "That would be helpful, actually. I want to see just how long you can make the list sound menacing."
A few members of the Przesky delegation coughed, trying to suppress their unease. Others merely exchanged tense glances.
Friedrich's sharp blue eyes locked onto Arthur.
"This is not a game, Emperor Arthur."
Arthur, in response, simply smiled. "Oh, but it is. You just don't know who's dealing the cards."
A wave of murmurs rippled through the room.
Przesky Takes the Stage
From the opposite side of the room, Premier Yegor Antonovich of Przesky, a grizzled man with the expression of a weary war veteran, tapped his fingers against the table.
"Enough riddles." His voice was deep and authoritative. "Wallonia has thrown the world into chaos. Your empire arrived mere months ago, and yet, in that time, you have already shattered the balance of power."
Arthur chuckled. "Balance? You mean the delicate status quo where your nations fight meaningless wars to maintain their fragile little empires?"
Yegor's jaw tightened. "Osteria was a recognized sovereign nation. Regardless of its flaws, your aggression sets a dangerous precedent."
Arthur leaned back, stretching his arms. "Ah, I see. So the problem isn't war—it's that we won too quickly. If we had taken, say, five years to break Osteria, would you have accepted it?"
Silence.
Erich smirked. "I'll take that as a yes."
The World Watches in Unease
The tension in the room thickened like a storm cloud. Some leaders shifted uncomfortably, while others tried to measure the true intentions of the Wallonian duo.
From the delegation of Nagata, Princess Asahi and Captain Aesuki Toranaga observed quietly. Unlike the rest, they already had firsthand experience of Wallonia's overwhelming power. They knew that this tribunal wasn't a matter of justice—it was a performance.
Aesuki leaned slightly towards Asahi. "They're toying with them."
The princess nodded slowly. "And no one here knows how to stop them."
Arthur's Counterattack
Arthur finally sighed, his playful demeanor vanishing as he straightened his posture.
"Let's set the record straight." His tone was now firm, commanding—a complete shift from his earlier amusement.
"Osteria was a threat. It attempted to intervene in the affairs of Nagata, a nation that rightfully sought our help. When we defended Nagata, Osteria made it clear that they were prepared for full-scale war. So we ended it before it could escalate further."
Erich followed up, leaning forward with his signature smirk. "And let's not pretend that any of you actually cared about Osteria until now. If anything, most of you were waiting for the perfect excuse to carve up its territories once it collapsed."
The room grew tense.
Arthur gestured vaguely. "Now, as for the concern about a 'dangerous precedent'… well, I agree."
Murmurs spread across the delegates.
Erich raised an eyebrow. "You do?"
Arthur grinned. "Of course. If an empire like ours can take over a nation in mere weeks, then what stops us from doing it again?"
The air turned cold.
Friedrich's expression hardened. "Are you threatening the World Union?"
Arthur shook his head, feigning innocence. "Not at all. I'm merely stating that if we wanted to, we wouldn't be here for a hearing. We'd be here for a conquest."
The implications sent a chill down everyone's spine.
Yegor clenched his fists. "Then what exactly do you want?"
Arthur smiled. "Simple. We came here to show you that we can play by your rules... for now."
The Tribunal Continues...
The World Union delegates sat in stunned silence. The hearing had only just begun, yet the power dynamic had already shifted in Wallonia's favor.
For the first time in history, the nations of Altaires were faced with an opponent they could not predict, intimidate, or control.
And the worst part?
They knew Wallonia was only just getting started.
The Tribunal Grows Hostile
The grand assembly hall of the World Union of Altaires had barely begun its proceedings, yet the political landscape had already turned against Wallonia.
The Müller Empire—one of the most powerful and influential nations in Altaires—had wasted no time in delivering its demands.
And they weren't just any demands.
"The Wallonian Empire shall surrender its technological advancements to the World Union, to be evenly distributed among the nations of Altaires. Failure to comply will result in your empire being shunned from global trade, diplomacy, and all recognized international agreements."
A wave of murmurs and approving nods filled the chamber. One by one, other nation representatives spoke up.
"This is a necessary measure!" declared a diplomat from Gaion, slamming his hand on the table. "Your empire's unchecked militarization threatens the balance of power!"
"Sign it quickly," an official from the Balerick Union added, "or face the consequences of your isolation."
"It is only fair," came the voice of a Przesky delegate. "If your empire does not share its technology, then you leave us no choice but to enforce sanctions!"
The atmosphere inside the hall was suffocating, a chorus of voices demanding that Wallonia surrender its greatest advantage—its technology.
At the center of it all, Arthur Paulus Wallonia and Chancellor Erich remained seated, expressionless.
From the outside, they looked calm, composed, and indifferent. But internally, they were already annoyed beyond belief.
Not because of the demands.
But because of how stupid they were.
Arthur exhaled quietly, tapping his fingers on the table. Erich, sitting beside him, rubbed his temple with a forced smile, his patience wearing thin.
A Ridiculous Demand
Arthur leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning the room full of desperate nations.
Then, he let out a soft chuckle.
It was quiet. Almost inaudible. But in the tense silence that followed, it was as if a thunderclap had struck the chamber.
All eyes turned toward him.
The Müller Emperor, Friedrich IV, narrowed his gaze. "Do you find this amusing?"
Arthur smiled. "No, no. Not at all." He shook his head, suppressing another laugh. "It's just... I'm trying to understand the logic here."
Silence.
Erich adjusted his cuffs, his voice smooth and dangerously calm. "Let me make sure I heard you correctly. You want us to surrender our technology, yes?"
The Müller Emperor's tone turned sharp. "That is correct."
Arthur smirked. "And what exactly are you planning to do with it?"
Friedrich's expression remained firm. "It will be distributed fairly among the nations of Altaires to ensure global stability."
Arthur leaned forward. "Ah, I see. So, you want to take our weapons, our machines, our knowledge—everything we've worked for—and just... give it away?"
The Przesky delegate scoffed. "You speak as if you have a choice."
Erich sighed, tapping his pen against the table. "Alright, let's break this down. Let's say we sign this document and hand over our technology. What guarantees do we have that it won't be used against us?"
Friedrich's expression remained blank. "You will have to trust in the integrity of the World Union."
Arthur and Erich exchanged glances.
Then, they both laughed.
Not just a quiet chuckle—this was full-blown amusement.
The room fell dead silent.
Many of the leaders and diplomats who had been demanding compliance now looked visibly uneasy.
The Nagata delegation, seated near the Wallonians, remained quiet. Princess Asahi and Captain Aesuki Toranaga simply watched. Unlike the others, they already understood the Wallonians' power.
And they knew—this wasn't going to end well for the World Union.
Arthur's Response
Arthur calmed himself, placing both hands on the table. His golden eyes gleamed with amusement, but his tone was now sharp and ice-cold.
"No."
The word echoed throughout the chamber.
Friedrich blinked. "What?"
Arthur smirked. "I said no. We're not signing anything."
The Przesky delegate slammed his fist on the table. "You don't have a choice, Wallonian!"
Erich, still smiling, tilted his head. "Oh? And why is that?"
The Balerick diplomat stood up. "Because if you refuse, your empire will be completely isolated! No trade, no diplomacy, no access to international markets!"
Arthur pretended to think. "Hmmm… a global embargo, huh? That's a cute threat."
Erich leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Let's be real here. Your nations need our technology more than we need your trade."
Silence.
Arthur casually continued. "We manufacture our own weapons. We grow our own food. We produce our own energy. And most importantly? We have the strongest military force on this planet."
He smiled coldly. "Do you really think isolating us will hurt us more than it will hurt you?"
The representatives of various nations shifted in their seats. They knew it was true.
Wallonia was entirely self-sufficient. Cutting them off would only weaken the rest of the world, while Wallonia would continue expanding unchecked.
Friedrich clenched his jaw. "You would defy the entire world?"
Arthur's grin widened. "Why not? It's not like any of you can stop us."
A heavy tension settled over the tribunal.
Many of the leaders and diplomats—the same ones who had been pushing for compliance—were now reconsidering their stance.
The Nagata Princess whispered to Aesuki. "They're winning."
Aesuki nodded. "And they haven't even started negotiating yet."
The Tribunal Reaches a Breaking Point
Friedrich took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "If you refuse to comply, then we will have no choice but to declare you a rogue state."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "And?"
The Müller Emperor hesitated. "And... we will be forced to take action."
Arthur leaned forward. "What kind of action?"
Silence.
Erich chuckled. "That's what I thought."
The room fell into uneasy quiet.
The Wallonians had successfully turned the tables.
The World Union had summoned them expecting submission.
Instead, they had walked straight into Wallonia's game—and lost before they even knew they were playing.
Arthur sighed theatrically, leaning back in his chair. "Alright, gentlemen. Since this tribunal has gone nowhere, let's get to the real discussion."
He smiled wickedly.
"What can the World Union offer us?"
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